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Damien's POV
Looking through my closet I search for a pair of joggers and a T-shirt, so I can head downstairs. My mom, Daisy, doesn't like it when we boys walk downstairs shirtless, something about carrying germ testosterone all over her house. Her house! Hmph, I bought it. I mean sure she did the designing but that still doesn't change the fact that I paid for it with my hard-earned cash. It's like she chooses to ignore that fact and treats me as if I'm the nuisance in my house.
"Damien, get your ass down here right now," Ma shouted from somewhere downstairs. Our house wasn't too big that we can't be heard throughout but big enough that we won't always be bumping into each other whenever we walk out our rooms.
Speak of the devil and she shall appear. I swear I'm 18 years old a self-own boss and she still treats me as if I'm 16 and using all her money. But even then I wasn't because I was too busy with school and trying to get recognition for my bar/club. Choosing to ignore her I try to locate a shirt from the messy pile of clothes in my walk-in closet.
Hearing the click of my door opening, I prepare for the onslaught of words my mom is bound to throw my way.
"Boy didn't you hear me calling you?." my mom said with her hands on her wide hips glaring at me through her long blonde lashes.
My mom was a very out-there person whenever someone does something to her or insults a person she cares about she goes off on them. I really don't think it has that great of an effect on them because she's so short and pudgy. Yet I wouldn't hold it against her because she throws a mean punch.
Her brown eyes which are glaring at me was partially covered by her bangs that were swept to the side.
"I heard mommy, you were gonna tell me to eat breakfast before I leave," I said not bothering to glance her way again. Not out of disrespect but out of the fact that we typically go through this every morning.
"Don't tell me what I was or wasn't gonna say, you don't know a damn thing all you boys trying to act like you know everything even though I did all the work to raise all your asses. Don't even get me started on your father, Dammie--."
"Mommy, come on." I groaned standing to my full height feeling the cold air whisper against my naked skin. " What do you need? I'm trying to get ready for school."
"Don't rush me," she said turning her back on me, walking over to my bed starting to go through all the clothes on my bed. " Before you were being a know-it-all, I was gonna tell you to drive your brother Mark to school."
Looking up at me she throws me a shirt, the same white T I was looking for.
Muttering thanks while pulling the shirt over my head. I looked up to reply to her.
"Why do I have to drive him, he has a car or even one of the boys can drive him".
" I didn't ask you for all that input, I'm just telling you to drive Mark to school, stop being lazy, plus his car is in the shop being fixed." with all that being said she walked out my room with my dirty clothes basket, slamming the door close on the way out.
Geez.
My mom and I had a good relationship. She was a no-bullshit type of person. She doesn't care for much even that I have enough money to send all her grandkids to college three times over. She only sees me for me, not the dollar signs that the rest of our distant family sees. All ten of us who live in this house were one family, we share everything, even now we still go on family vacations together even though I'm 18 and gonna be out of the house in less than three months. We were a close-knit family.
Grabbing my shoes and car keys I head down the hall to Mark's room. Before I started my own business, we family lived in a six-bedroom house but, when my mom had the triplets unexpectedly dad decided to move us because he wanted all of us to have our own room when we grew older. During that time I wanted to start my own business but at the moment I didn't have the money. However, my dad asked me what I wanted to do and he gave me money to start it up. Supporting me from the very start. Technically I couldn't drink legally but my bar and club were one the most exclusive club in Illinois. I had celebrities, politicians and all the works coming there. There was three-parts of the club on different levels. One for a strip club, a regular bar and the BDSM club at the bottom called Chain. The BDSM club was the only private part that you need a separate purple membership and sign up to set foot in there since it was such a private lifestyle.
Walking into Mark's room I sat down on his bed because he was in the shower from the sound coming from his bathroom. Taking out my phone I scrolled through Instagram and snapped my friends on Snapchat and left the other streakers unopened. After a time Mark walked out with a towel wrapped around his narrow waist. He didn't seem to notice me yet but I'll stay here without making a sound because I know how jerky he gets when unexpected noises occur.
"Yo Mark"
His lanky frame stiffened and I shake my head at him.
" Why do you do that?" I asked genuinely curious and concerned about why he tenses when we talk to him. I always notice he freezes around people especially when he wasn't expecting it which is regularly.
Looking up at me with his light gray eyes he shrugged.
"Ok..." I trailed off knowing to question him wasn't gonna get me anywhere yet I do anyway.
" Anyway, we need to go to the club tonight to check up."
At that, he tenses straightening to his full height of 6' feet. Interesting.
"Which part?" He asks with a slight shake in his voice.
"Chain, You need to check the numbers and I need to make sure all the rules are being followed and to see if there have been any issues."
"Oh ok"
Seeing that he's ready I shove on my shoes and head downstairs grabbing three Nature Valley Granola Bar and an apple then walked out the door with Mark in tow.
Unlocking my car I slide in and waited for Mark to settle before driving off.
"When did you get this Mercedes?" questioned Mark fiddling with the Bluetooth to connect to his phone.
"A couple of months ago, but it's been in the shop getting painted and a few other fixes."
Nodding he turns up the volume quickly silencing any small talk I was going to make.
Pulling up to the school's senior parking I parked and grabbed my school bag
Locking the door, Mark and I walked through the back entrance of the school and went our separate ways. Walking down the halls of our high school, I make my way over to the corner where my group of friends usually chill out until the bell.
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Whiskey POV
Walking down the stairs of the school bus I make my into school noticing two of the most well know and athletic boys in schools. They're in a sense "popular" but, they aren't conceited like people like to think "popular" people are. They're pretty chill, from the few times I've talked to them and the other brothers in his family.
Seeing my friend Paulina come off her bus, I readjusted my headphones so I could listen to music and talk to her.
Paulina was an average height girl with brown hair and brown eyes. She was more on the curvy side with thick thighs, an ass huge boobs. The whole package practically.
" Did you see that Comer posted our grade in History." She said.
I could already tell she was getting agitated by this because of the fact that our History teacher doesn't teach us anything. I agree because having two slides of notes and just talking about it one time then giving us a test next week isn't helping us get our grades up.
" No I didn't, What did you get?." I asked already know it's gonna be bad. She never does good on the History tests for whatever the reasons for having memorized a lot.
Her voice increased an octave when she said. " A fucking 62%, and I fucking studied for three hours."
"Damn," I said. " You should have checked out a book because that's the only way you'll learn anything in her class."
"I should have".
Walking down the school's hallway way we walked upstairs to get to our locker. Really convenient because of their next to each other.
We sat down by our locker and we scrolled through social media and talked about dumb shit.
A girl came up to us sitting down on the other side of the hallway talking to us.
"Dude it's kinda sad in the Freshman hallway they're all on their phones not talking to each other."
I looked up " Typical." I snickered
Paulina just looked at all of us, noticing that we had either on our phones or our school iPad.
"Ironic, but at least we talk" nodding my head in agreeing with her.
Hearing the warning bell I stayed sitting down because I know it would only take me two out of the four-minute passing period to get to Health on the other side of the school by how fast I walk.
"Aren't you going to class... actually don't answer that you don't care if your late," Paulina started getting up to get to Chemistry class.
I just laughed because that's about accurate.
Telling her I'll see her later, I started walking to class and reached there when the bell rang.
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Health class was one of the most boring classes ever mostly because my teacher really doesn't give the kids a chance to put their opinions in. So with just the teacher talking it gets exceptionally boring because no one is talking to each other and we're not having a conversation. I totally get it that we're talking about mental health and body weight issues but we can still have a conversation asking questions.
But the one kid who talks in class annoys the fuck out of me. I'm not being mean I just can't stand those people who ask dumb questions and have a stupid comment that no one gives a fuck about. Or you're insulting a person because you can't keep your mouth shut.
Slipping in the class, I blocked out the teacher when she was talking about anything but the lesson and took notes when needed. Pretty much I was on my phone most of the period, reading a book or scrolling through Instagram.
The bell rang and I got excited to go to my next class which I enjoy. The teacher was interesting and she talks about her friends and asked her students for advice. It's fun because we can talk about anything to her. Some people would consider a teacher talking about drugs as weird but, it wasn't like she was encouraging us to do drugs.
Waiting by the Health door for one of my classroom friends, I walked and talked with her until we go our separate ways.
" What did you get on the History test?" I asked
" I fucking failed what you expect" she laughed.
Bea wasn't stupid she just didn't care too much about school. She only kept her grades up to keep doing Theatre.
After Bea and I went our separate was I walked to my next class and sat down without talking to anyone yet.
This class was my favorite because who doesn't like Mrs. Drapast. She is the best, especially since she engages in a conversation with us.
The class went by really fast because half of the time we were talking about something on Donald Trump and politics and the recent school shooting.
It's kinda said that our history class doesn't talk about things that happen in the news because right now a lot of things are happening that need an explanation. Especially living in Illinois where we have one of the most gang-related activities. The suburbs people act like we're far away from issues that are happening. I do live in the suburbs but I wasn't born here and If living in Jamaica didn't make you see the difference between the USA and third world countries then I don't know. I may have only been ten when I left but it has deep-rooted lessons I carry with me.
Finally, after Spanish class-which I suck at- I had History with the she-devil Comer.
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