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Dylan is just a naive rich kid who happens to want to go to school. He chooses a public school and starts a new chapter of his life. Naive and innocent looking Dylan encounters a pompous bad boy who just happens to hang with the wrong crowd. Lies and deception, with a little bit of truth and naughty conversations are what these two eat to survive. What happens when Dylan finds himself in a heap of trouble simply because he has found his home in this bad boy's arms?

Romance / Humor
Bethie Simone
4.7 30 reviews
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Life's been a bit crazy lately for Dylan. Well, not exactly. He's a home schooled boy and he really doesn't know what goes on in the outside world. His parents decided to let him stay at home instead of going to school like every normal kid. Or perhaps, every other kid that's not as rich as they were.

He's an only kid to the CEO of the biggest multimedia company in the USA and one of the world's hottest and richest model. His parents, Alan and Quincy Bennie are mostly away from home. His dad is always working on shows and his mom is always in another state or country modelling her ass off.

He doesn't like the fact that he has to be at home and stay with his nanny who technically isn't really a nanny. She's way too young to be called that. She's just 25. And she always brings different guys home. She pays him to keep quiet, the money is good, not that he doesn't have money, because he does, but he could still do with more money. Not that he uses it for anything.

He has to be home schooled because his mom has this ridiculous idea that he'll be bullied once he steps food in school. He could go to a private school where the kids are as rich as him but the nearest private school is a state away from home and it's a boarding school. His mom doesn't want him to be so far away from home and honestly, Dylan thinks she's a hypocrite since she's almost never at home.

But there's nothing he can do about it. He has to stay at home all the time. His life is really boring. Its always the same thing over and over. He wakes up, has a class till 12, has piano lessons after lunch, sleep for a while or play video games, alone, which is totally lonely and eat dinner with his babysitter/nanny/whore.

Dylan is pretty much a lonely kid. The only thing he wishes for is to have some friends that he could talk to, watch movies with, go to the mall with and not be stuck with Angela and her one of many boyfriends. But his parents never seem to understand that since they are never home. Whenever they do come home, all they care about is how he is doing with school work which he thinks is not school work at all, because, technically he is not in a school.

It was Sunday and his alarm was blaring at eight in the morning as usual. He got up grumbling cause he had to get ready for church service. Not to be rude but Dylan really hates that he has to go to church. But his mom insists on it even if she's not at home. His mother can be a pain in the ass sometimes. She's a very stern woman although she's loving and funny at times. No one would ever want a piece of her sassy attitude.

To him, what they taught at church was just some piece of crap because he never really understood it. The only people he related to that were close to being called friends were his nanny and her boyfriends. But they are also never around mostly unless it's to help with keeping the house, which the maids do. Angela never really does anything. She's just living off his parents money in Dylan's opinion.

He grumpily went to his bathroom which was too big anyway. He didn't see why he had to get a big bathroom as well as a big bedroom. But everything in the house was big so it was normal. Their house was a three storey mansion. It had two large living rooms, six bedrooms also large before the master bedroom. Dylan's bedroom was on the second floor with two guest bedrooms. Angela's bedroom was on the first floor with the video room, music room and classroom. Each floor had four rooms. The last floor had his parents' room, their gym, their living room and the other one which he never went to. He didn't even know what was there.

He made sure the water was warm before stepping into the shower. Sometimes he wondered why he had both a bathtub and a shower, but who knew? It could come in handy someday. After showering, he went back to his room and opened the walk in closet. Sometimes he never knew what to wear. All he had was dress shirts and dress pants and a few t-shirts which were really expensive. He bought two pairs of skinny jeans — since they were what boys his age wore — when he went to the mall with his nanny and they were quite cheap in his opinion. He picked up one of my many pairs of trousers, a white long sleeved shirt and a suit to go with it.

He then wore a pair of his church shoes and went down using the elevator to the ground floor. When he got there, the table for breakfast had already been set. He had never liked the sophisticated breakfast that his parents enjoyed but he had to do with what he got. After all, he wasn't paying for the food. He poured myself a cup of tea and sat down at the far end.

"Morning love" his mother greeted when she walked into the dining room.


He never really talked at breakfast because he really had nothing to say. His mom and dad were at home for the weekend and he knew they'll leave that evening. It was what bored him to death. He knew they had to work but he also needed some time with his parents. However he shrugged it off and quickly finished his breakfast before they headed off to church in his dad's Range Rover.

Church service was boring as usual and he felt sleepy. Their family, although an orthodox one, attended the only church of Pentecost in their town. Dylan never really paid much attention to what happened during the service. He always spent his time looking at what other people were doing, he found it fascinating. He saw some kids talking to each other and sometimes, it hurt to know that they will never talk to him. They all thought he was a spoilt brat which he wasn't. If anything, he wasn't a brat at all. He sighed.

When they got home after service, he heard his parents talking about what flight to go on and what time and everything was just so sad for him. He rushed to his room and laid on his queen sized bed, face first and cried into the pillow while talking to his stuffed bear, Kevin. He was just a lonely kid. All he wanted was one friend. Just one. God could grant him that right?

"God? Are you up there? If they say you're so kind, why can't you just give me one friend? Just one for crying out loud" he sobbed.

He didn't notice he had fallen asleep until one of the maids, Maria woke me up for dinner. He had slept through lunch and he knew he was going to get a scolding for it. He didn't mind though. He was too sad to even care. It wasn't like his parents could ground him like he had seen in movies. He had nowhere to go and he had no one to talk to anyway so they couldn't possibly take his phone away. He had no use for it.

He washed his face and put on a pair of shorts as well as a T-shirt before going down to dinner.

"Sweety, why didn't you come for lunch?" his mom asked like he knew she would.

"I fell asleep".

"Are you feeling sick? Why are you in shorts? Is the place too hot?"

He sighed. "Stop worrying mom. I'm fine, really".

His mom however did not believe him and she asked the maids to decrease the heating. They had steak and salad for dinner as well as some mashed potatoes. As he sat there and listened to his father talk about what comedy shows to air the following week, he began to think about asking them to let him go to school.

"Mom? Dad?"

"Yes sweety?" his mother answered.

He took in a deep breath hoping they wouldn't reject him like they always did.

"Uhm, I've been thinking. You know how I don't have anyone to talk to?"

"What do you mean? Angela is always around isn't she?"

"Mom! She's out to see her boyfriend at the moment. Besides, she has her life to worry about". He stated. "I just want to stop being home schooled. Its getting boring. I'm sixteen and I think I need to know what goes on outside this house. I want to go to school".

His parents drew their lips into a thin line and looked at each other as if to say they were thinking about it. Hid father nodded and turned to me.

"Do you think you can handle it? I don't want anyone bullying my baby" mom said.

"Mom, I'm grown now. I mean, we'll never know until we find out. And I only have one year left. Nothing will happen".

His father nodded. "Okay then, I guess we have to start making arrangements for your trip to Desiree Private School".

He gasped. "A private school? I can just go to the one in this town. Its not really far from here. Besides, I can walk, or Angela can take me till I learn to drive. Please?" Dylan had no intention of going to a private school. As much as he wanted friends, he wasn't sure if he wasn't going to like it anyway.

"No" his dad said sternly. "You will not go to a public school. You said you wanted to go to school so you will go to the one I choose. Or better still go to your room and be quiet".

"Whatever" he grumbled and started walking up to his room.

"Don't you dare walk out on your father".

"But mom! I said I wanted to go to school. I didn't say a private school. Why can't you just do what I want for once. Everything is about and how the world sees you. You never care about me. You know I wonder if I'm really your son". He said and walked up to his room, locking the door behind him. He didn't mean to blurt out on them like that but it was true. They only cared about themselves. He may be home schooled but he knew that parenting didn't only have to do with putting a roof over your kids head. He was really annoyed at them. He didn't want to go to a private school. He had seen some of the kids from the school across town and they looked so happy. He wanted to be like them, in a way, normal.

He didn't want to go to a private school. Those kids were rich, stuck up and snobbish and he was only one of those things. He didn't want to go to college seeming like them. He wanted someplace close to home so that just in case something did happen like his mom was afraid of, he could always stay home. It was perfectly reasonable but of course, his father never saw things in Dylan's point of view.

He sighed when he heard a knock on his bedroom door accompanied by his mom's voice. He couldn't always shut them out like that. This was their last evening at home so he figured he would let them leave whiles they were on good terms. He got up and opened the door and then went back to lay in bed.

He felt a dip in the bed and my mom removed the covers from his face.

"Are you still mad at us sweety?"

He didn't answer. Silent treatment was always the best answer.

"Baby, I'm sorry that we have to make you go through all that. But it'll all be over soon okay".


"Soon my love. Now how about we talk about this school that you want to go to?"

He sat up and wiped the tears from his face.

"Okay. Its across town, I don't know the name but I figure it'll be this town's. They don't wear uniforms just like in the movies and I don't really have to take a car or anything. I can walk. I don't know. The place looks nice. I've seen it a couple of times when I went to the mall with Angela and..."

"Okay okay sweety" mom interrupted. "Sounds really cool. Now, you know how I feel about bullies and all that".

"Mom, please. If someone lays a finger on me, I'll tell you and we'll go to the private school. Please" he pouted. She always fell for that.

"Okay love".

"Yay! Thank you mom" he said and pulled her into a tight hug. "You're the best mom ever".

"Sure love. We'll go with you on your first day and get things sorted out okay".

"Thank you so much mom. I love you".

"Love you too dear". She got up and went to leave the room but not without a goodnight kiss.

When he knew she was gone, he heaved a big sigh of relief and smiled. "Thanks God".

He knew this was going to be a new chapter in his life and he was ready for it. If anything happened, he'll just go to a private school. He fell asleep with a big smile on his face and dreamt about what school will be like.

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