Wild Child
Austin’s P.O.V
“Your cousin is arriving today.” My mother informed me while taking in her morning meal. I put my fork down on the counter and gave her a ′are-you-serious’ expression. She shrugged and carried on, “Make sure you pick her up at the lunchtime.” I turned towards her, but her focus was exclusively on her meal, I thought as if I was not indeed there. Rude much, mother. huh...
I suppose breakfast is more serious than this discussion for her. But well, for me breakfast is more significant than this tedious conversation or should I tell ′her-ordering-me-around’. My sweet mother, Lauren Martin, is the epitome of elegance and perfection. She has blonde hair which was tied in a low bun and her jade eyes were on her plate.
I wanted to discover an alternative to escape from the absurd situation. So, I did what I do best, expressed my idea. When did you start giving ideas to your mother? My conscious mocked me. Fine, I gave her my decisive decision. I mean sure, she can be scary, but hey, I’m her son with the similar frame of mind and stubbornness she picked up.
“I will not pick up that wild child,” I replied while putting my complete attention to my pancakes. “I have an extremely important board meeting, today.” And my work is surely more important than picking up my ‘cousin’.
“Austin, she’s not a wild child.” She kept on with a glare towards me, “She’s your first cousin.” Weirdly, her jade eyes don’t seem to make her look scary. She looks adorable to me.
“Oh right, I nearly skipped, she’s a spoiled brat,” I added with a mock grin on my face. “And moreover she’s a—OW” Before I could finish, she smacked me on the back of my head and threw me a deadly glare. If only looks could kill someone.
Note to self: Sit far- far away from her. She needed to keep in mind that I was not a kid anymore. I sighed and stated,
“Why don’t you send a chauffeur to pick her up. I’m sure she’ll not miss my company.” With a smirk plastered on my face.
“But— ”
“Mom, I hope this discussion is over!” I cut her off before she even has time to convince me with her tricks. I took off leaving her at the breakfast counter with her own thoughts to give her company.
I am certain, she will appreciate her thought’s company more desirable than mine at that moment. At least.
While on my way to the office, all my mind was occupied with the thoughts of that spoiled brat. Oh, I mean my dearest cousin in the wide world- Amber Martin. Feel the Sarcasm. She is my Uncle Roger’s daughter. Uncle Roger is mother’s youngest brother whom I admire very much but his daughter is nothing like him.
Amber being the only child of a world famous tycoon didn’t help much. She is completely out of control. Purely, wild. I haven’t met her in last 7 years. Last time, we met on her 16th birthday. First, she dressed up like a zombie on her own sweet sixteen party and then she threw water balloons at everyone. I mean who does that. Okay, I admit it was fun seeing all those elegantly dressed people, drenched in water. But still, she’s ruthless that can’t be ignored. I was glad I didn’t have to see her much when uncle sent her to London, after that incident. No one has seen her since then, she never came back.
Last time I heard, she came back a year and a half ago. I guess I was expecting her sooner or later. After all, my mother was so fond of her (no matter how rude she is to everyone, she’s always polite with mom. Never going to know why?). I was once fond of her as well but something changed between us and I never got to know what changed. I’ll have to wait now to see what problems that monster create for me this time.
