Chapter 3 VAUGHN TENAM

VAUGHN 

Walking out on Velora and secluding myself in between these third floor seats is so refreshing. 

I bury myself here almost everytime I feel like I need to process something. It has a cool presence meant for me.

The whole school probably recognizes it as my spot by now. That is if it’s noticed though.

I have never been this troubled in my life except that one time I and Velora got into an heated argument and I drove my car in anger and almost hit a person in broad daylight. It should have been an issue I should fawn over as Vaughn Tenam but the keyword being broad daylight.

Meaning everyone would have seen it if it truly happened and people are quick to convict a rich person for their wrongs. I’m not a saint. I just know how power is used and how I can wield it. 

I still can’t believe this fucked up news ringing in my head. 

Velora and I? Marriage? Living together? In the same space? 

Talk about tolerating each other enough not to throw the other in a ditch someone or found buried alive or even eaten by fishes.

It’s so crazy how my Mother would ever suggest that I marry Velora. Not only a suggestion but she had to carry it out with the help of my father. 

I cross my heart with all things believed to be heavenly minus all things Velora to purge them. 

We’ve just never been able to hold a conversation for a minute… How are we to co-exist together? And what the fuck do I even tell people who might see us around each other? 

Hey, yes, I’m not in a relationship with velora but I’m her husband that was arranged for her and we’ve just clicked since then? She’s going to take my head away from where it’s attached in my body.

The Vaulora (a ship name for Vaughn and Velora put together to make a whole word) dispute has been known for years in this school. We don’t talk about it. We don’t debate about it. It’s not your little sweet childhood hatred. In a sense it is…. But more than that. We’ve hated each other before even recognizing what hatred is called. 

Me with Velora being loveydovey…. Oh my god. Goosebumps. Goosebumps of shame and irritation. And anger, fear of also being killed by fishes. 

Velora is beautiful. That, I would admit. But that’s the only quality that duck has ever had. Yes, I called her a duck. Pretty sure she calls me a goat in her head or something. 

Heard her muttering it once. 

But back to the issue on ground. I would never be seen giving mopey eyes to that duck. 

My father can go kiss his plans goodbye. 

Oh. And you should see her face when I walked pass her. She looked like she wanted to strangle me to death. And knowing Velora, I doubt she wouldn’t have done that. 

She is anything but woman like. Nope. 

More like Thor but with long dark shiny hair and pouty lips that looks too good to be on a witch like her. 

But come to think about it, what caused our dispute? 

Yeah what caused it? Don’t know. Don’t care. 

She’s probably going to make my life a living hell more than before because it should be the pre-planned honeymoon gift from dear duckling to me. 

That little shit.