THE STORY OF US

CHAPTER TWO-INTRODUCTION

Standing in front of the entire class capturing the face of every single person in class and picturing the perfect pranks big enough to break them to nothing but an empty shell I had it all planned out in my head every single one of them would fear me I would make sure of that I was going to make them miserable.

Still looking at them in the most devilish way, I spoke “I am Santiago an exchange student from Mexico” Half the class ignored me they didn’t even want to know my name for they were all anxious to hear the bell ring. I was ignored for the very first time these people do not know the power I hold and for that, I had the intention of making their prank more painful than the rest of the class for they would beg to want to notice me they would beg to know my every movement.

I was upset and I wasn’t hiding it not one bit, I noticed some girls staring at me as I walked to the back seat, with a familiar giggle on their tender lips but I wasn't a bit interested in them not that I was a gay or something like that no.

I had totally lost interest in women not that I couldn't get them if I wanted, I could, with a body like mine who wouldn't me if you were to arrange a description of me you would present me as a muscular guy handsome in every way six pack broad chest anything you can think of, I own gorgeous face it was all there.

I don't want to brag but most girls can kill to at least be able to call me their own or have a glimpse of my bed more of the reason why my pranks never fail for I don't prank girls but I make them do my bidding. I have so many cars that I kind of lost count of for my father was the richest man in Mexican and the second richest man in the world so you need to imagine the level of wants I have.

They believed if they had me, they have everything they could wish for, but that was not the slightest reason why I didn't find them tempting I had lost all interest in them when my mother died in that car accident leaving me all alone without even a goodbye and then after just a year my father whom I thought was the most loving man married another woman.

I hated all women not just my stepmother every woman out there including my mom for she had promised to stay with me no matter but she ended up breaking her promise leaving me with the care of another woman knowing fully well that I only wanted her care.

I didn't even want to have a maid or house help growing up I wanted her close to me so close that I rejected all the proposals of having a helper to do the dishes pick me up from school or even make breakfast for me, I wanted it all done by her every single one of them but she deprived me of it all when she left.

The lullaby she usually sings to me is a type of quiet song expected to lure a child to sleep I used to love that song but lately, I can’t even remember the lyrics, her tasty dish everything was gone not one was left she took it all away, a happy boy now broken.