Crush, jelousy and popularity

Chapter 5; Hate

Jaden

The so-called geniuses were enjoying their class while I stayed at the back leaning on my chair just observing them. The pretty teacher whom everyone admired was teaching, and I can't deny she was very pretty, in fact the prettiest teacher in Bright students campus. She had once asked for me asking me to focus on my studies as knowledge is the key to success. For me, she was blabbering as I have zero interest in reading. After class was over, she paired us into groups of four. I was with Allan, and I thanked God only to hear Julie was added in our group. Oh, jeez, will we be discussing or being, please love me back in the group? After that class, i spent the rest of my day on the rooftop missing some classes. At four, I took my bike which still had several letters with some boxes wrapped in a gift paper placed around my bike. I took them, secured them and roared to modern bites with my friends. We liked the hotel as it was fancy and classy.

This hotel has several branches across the country with similar outlook and everything. The manager is humble and the owner is me. Although this fact is known by a few, by the term few I mean only Allan knows. We placed our orders and enjoyed our dishes. After our meal I asked my friends to go first I'll settle the bill and we will meet tomorrow. I went to the manager, asked how everyone and everything was doing. He gave me all the details I wanted and I made my way home. This is always the last place I ever want to be. There is no single day that passes without me having a fight with my dad. I really hate this routine but he is the one who always starts picking up on me. I roared my bike and packed it at the garage. I majestically walked into the house. The twins ran to me, hugged me and took my hands leading me to the sitting room. I gave them the gifts I was given by my admirers only after removing the letters and all inappropriate things. They received them happily and sat down on the floor leaving me seated on the couch looking at them as they fought for the chocolates.

"There is nothing good that you do except enjoying my money" came the sound of my father. I hated it when he was home. I always loved it when he was either on a business trip or overworking. He then continued,"even if let's say i ask you what you have gained today, the answer will be nothing. I have tried and tried asking you to go abroad for the best knowledge but you always give me a deaf ear. You will be the future heir of Martins corporate and here you are with nothing on that big head of yours. Why can't you try and be more like your siblings?"

I hated when he dragged my siblings into our fight. I don't want them to hate him as I do. No one knows the reason as to why I hate my father and they always think im a rebel. I had once gone to my family business as I wanted to inform my father about my businesses and if he would agree to partner with me. I had everything on place and was only wanting his approval. I had started my empire as a joke with the little money i had earned while taking part time jobs. I wanted to feel ordinary and interact with ordinary people that led me to take the part time jobs. The small money i received as salary made me start my business legally. I kept reinvesting till I had several branches in several areas. At that time while making the branches, I would lie to my parents that we had a school trip or any other reasonable lie that they bought.

I had gone to tell him the truth and everything so as we can expand our business in the other areas. I took his private lift and went directly to his office. His secretary wasn't there and thus I went directly into the office. I met the shock of my life. My dad was having an affair with a woman whose face i never saw while my mum had gone to visit her parents with the twins. I slowly closed the door and returned home with my papers. I burned them and went directly to the gym. I put on boxing gloves, and had a punching bag to release my anger. My parents were married for twenty six years and what did my father do? he cheated on his wife. His acts made me hate him and feel disgusted by him. I wouldn't be shocked if we had a stepsibling somewhere in this world hidden.

From then I hated the term love. It brought disgust and nausea to me. I started rebelling against whatever my dad said to annoy him. I wanted him to feel the same pain I feel whenever I see him laughing or smooching my mother while cheating on her at the same time. This became a habit of mine that is why I would flirt with anyone who brought herself to me. This is the reason I didn't want commitment. I had resorted to drug and substance abuse, alcohol taking and all of those shenanigans just to remove my dad thoughts in me. It was at that time my childhood friend came to my rescue and helped me stabilise my emotions. He help me stop taking substances and lead a normal life. I could not stop flirting with ladies as I always saw them as home wreckers.

My dad continued his lecture and I felt bored. If you have no hope in me why keep on talking to me about the same thing over and over every day? Let the twins grow up, they will handle the business themselves, im not interested in your business, retorted. Everyone turned to me shocked by my outburst. I have always been respectful but he keeps on pushing me to the edge, maybe by outburst might show im truly done with his tantrum.

My mom came from the kitchen and asked me to cool down as he was my father and he deserved respect. I looked at her innocent face and wished to hug her and tell her the truth, but I couldn't. I didn't want to wreck their so called "perfect marriage" and have my mum undergo depression. I just walked past her, patted my siblings head and went outside. I hopped on my bike, called Allan who is always there for me and went to our agreed destination. We had a hangout place where we would go if nothing was going right in our lives or if we needed a place to relax.He came with ladies and we had our time of the night. I never touch ladies cause you never know who is innocent and who is the bad one. It is better safe than sorry.We just danced and enjoyed with the ladies. I was completely wasted and blacked out. Not to be sure but I think Allan helped me to bed and sent the ladies home. I knew the next day was school and mental stability is important. I had a peaceful night away from my dad and his shoutings.