Chapter 13
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~THURSDAY~
“Hey, could you do my homework for me? I have a paper due next month.” Maverick placed a blank sheet of paper on my desk.
“Does it look like I’m your classmate?” I arched a brow.
“No. You dress too old to be my classmate.” Maver insulted.
By this time, I can be the bigger person and just let this slide. Yeah, I can do that.
“But I can help you out a bit if you want. What’s your homework about?” I tried to avoid picking a fight with the boy.
“We were asked to write a paper about the Renaissance period which I have a little idea on.” The guy explained.
“That sounds interesting. Let’s see, the Renaissance followed the Middle Ages which occurred from the 14th to the 17th century. I liked it a lot because it promoted classical philosophy, art and literature. What do you know about it?” I asked.
“I only know that ‘Renaissance’ is a French word meaning ‘rebirth’. I’m half French, you see.” Maver revealed. Well, it did say in his profile.
“Good to know. Which of your parents is French?”
“My father. Listen, I don’t want to talk about my folks. So, Renaissance?” I see we’ve hit a sensitive topic.
“Right. I have a book about it at home. I can lend it to you next time we see each other.” I offered.
“Or we could just ditch our session and go back to your place to grab that book real quick.” Maver suggested.
“I can’t really expose you to where I live.” It’s kind of personal.
“What’s wrong? You afraid I might rob you or something?” Maver rolled his hazel eyes.
“It’s not that…”
“So you don’t trust me enough, is that it?” He squinted his eyes at me.
“I tend to keep my personal and professional life separate. Please try to understand.” I feel like this could be a trap too or maybe I’m just overly paranoid with strangers coming into my place. Even I don’t allow Ash to my humble abode.
“Have it your way then. So I heard there’s a beach trip this weekend?” Maver changed the topic.
“Where’d you hear that?”
“Your CEO talks too much.” He shrugged.
“Anyway, I’m ditching that.” Maver added.
“Why?” I inquired.
“Just because I can. I’m going to the bathroom.” He stood up and left the room.
He, of all people should be in that team building trip though because I have yet to gain his trust and let him openly talk to me instead of having pointless conversations that aren’t really going anywhere.
I waited for the guy to come back but he never did. I mean, I should’ve known...
~FRIDAY~
Treyton Roche
Age/s*x: 20 year old male
Birthdate: August 4, 2000
Height/weight: 5’11 ¼”; 70kg
Hair: Black, short side swept hair
Eye color: Blue
Skin color: Light tan
Posture & habitual action: Good posture; eats a lot
Clothing style: Polo shirts, bracelets/wrist bands
Ethnicity: American; born in Italy
Class: Higher class
Occupation: University student with a sports scholarship
Education: Average student who likes sports
Home life: The golden boy of the family (favorite son)
Hobbies: Big social circle (mostly jocks)
Sex life: Tried dating here and there; good moral standards
Ambitions: Dreams of becoming a professional judo player
Frustrations: Brother
Temperament: Choleric
Attitude toward life & people: Warm-hearted towards others
Complexes: Sleep-eating
Abilities/qualities: Athletic; good judgment and taste in food
Parent complaint: According to him, he had a falling out with his brother and wants to fix it.
“So your name’s Treyton, huh?” I briefly skimmed through his case file.
“Yeah, my parents met on a camping trip. Treyton means ‘trees’ and my brother’s Forrest so you get the picture.” The guy chuckled.
“I’m sorry you had to find out like this… I didn’t mean to deceive you, I swear!” He added in total defense.
“Why did you pretend to be your brother in the first place?” I got curious.
“I heard dad enrolled him to this place and I felt like I just had to check the place out, you know? So I dyed my hair black just like Forrest’s dyed hair. Our original hair color is dark blonde but I realized that having black hair really makes our blue eyes pop out.” Treyton grinned.
“And why are you here now?” I asked another question.
“I felt that we have some sort of connection, that you really get me and I wanted to consult with you more about a lot of stuff so I begged my mom to enroll me here as well so that I could get rid of my frustrations in life…”
“Which is your brother, right?” I clarified.
“Yeah! See, you get me.” Treyton smiled like a kid.
“It’s my job to find out my clients’ struggles and help them deal with it.” I stated a fact.
“How did you find me out again? I mean, we look pretty much the same.” He asked.
“You wear different perfumes.”
“Wow, your sense of smell is amazing! Can you guess what perfume I’m wearing today?” The next thing you know, the guy removes his polo shirt in front of me, revealing his abs and tosses the shirt to my direction like a football.
I managed to catch it which was all the more surprising considering that I have no athletic bone in my body.
“Mr. Roche, please put your shirt back on!” I tossed the clothing back to him in panic mode.
“Only if you start calling me ‘Trey’.” Treyton tried to make a deal with me.
“Trey, your shirt, please?” I sighed as I looked down.
“You got it, Clement. Sorry for being such a naughty boy.” Treyton teased.
Okay, so he’s nothing like his brother… got it.
- Writer
