Chapter 2 MASSIM HEIRESS
VELORA.
I hate school days and I love school days.
I hate it because it reminds me of the World War II.
Even if I didn’t witness it but it probably has a relationship with school.
I love it because I get to leave the confines of my lovely, warm and welcoming home. Out of reach of my father.
You know what else I hate about walking down this hallway with adolescence scents ?
The scents. The fucking scents!
Toxic male scents gets me so riled up. All I wish for right now is to bash their heads into the walls of this school. Which is still on my wish list, actually.
Nice work Velora, nice work.
But I wouldn’t get pissed today and today because guess what!?
I took my happy pills today. a.k.a Money!!
I hate how so many people act like they do not love money. Gurl.. I do and if I’m offered. I’ll take more.
Being an heiress to an Empire doesn’t make me higher than money. All ye pretending motherfuckers…
Is that…? The goat.
Look at him striding towards me in a body that looks like it was carved by GOD just for him. I hate how he smiles! How he looks put together! How he smiles at other people! And even how he smells! The idiot smells like roses and cinnamon.
Who smells like roses and cinnamon?
Well guess what? Vaughn fucking Tenam is who.
I’m pretty sure he’s here to irritate me till the day of judgment comes.
The moment he got closer to my face. I had to hold my ground to counter him, knowing all the tricks he’s played at me since preschool.
This nigga finna kill me if I let him. And vice versa.
My hands clutched my textbooks tighter as I planted my feet to the ground. Staying strongly rooted to avoid being flipped. And awaiting his bite.
Three_two_one and then—what the fuck?
Did he just pass me by? Velora Massim? Oh no he did not!
I turned his way to shout at him as we’ve always done. He doesn’t just pass me by.. right?
We’d banter for a while and realize we can’t stand each other and then walk out on each other. That’s how we’ve always done it. That’s how it has always been and how it should be. Right? Right.
On getting to him. I gripped him by the shoulder pulling him to a stop and that was when I noticed it.
He had crazy eye bags… visible enough to mark history. Big enough to fold the clothes in my walk in closet into. And my closet is huge.
Never have I ever… nope
I have never seen Vaughn never not put together.
It has just never happened that way. He’s always very put together.
“Why the fuck did you pass me by?” I gave him a once over before folding my arms across my chest and tilting my hips.
He just looked at me like I was a new piece to him that he’s yet to understand.
Oh… new notice, Did his shoulders just go tight? So he’s the uncomfortable one? Not me!
I should probably ask about the marriage engagement or whatever.
“Did you..”
“Didn’t you..”
Oh, shit.
I glared at him to make my everlasting hate visible.
“You, go first”
He tensed a bit before revealing that look he’s always had for me… the one that screams… ‘I’ve always hated you’ Nice. Better than the whole tense bullshit.
“Didn’t you get informed” he looked annoyed
“About the marriage shit?, Oh yes, yes I fucking did” I mirrored his expression.
Who the fuck wants to be with him?
Vaughn just stared me in the eyes before shaking his head in disbelief. “And you’re okay with all of these?”
I stalked closer to him looking bored “What are you going to do about it if I’m not? And fyi, I love my trust fund.Thank you very much”
He looked pissed…. As if smokes will be coming out of his ears soon while he’s going to go beet red.
And then I waited for the next piece to drop but then he just… walked away..?
He snubbed me twice today? A record breaker.
Infact, two records have been broken.
This is the first time we didn’t end our conversation in an heated fight or argument.
I really don’t expect this marriage arrangement to be something Vaughn will be the one pained about it than I am.
But still….
What the heck bro!?
