"Christopher Adam Harrington! Wake up this instant."

I groaned as my mother's voice boomed in my room. I turned to my other side and covered my head with my blanket and didn't open my eyes. I was too fucking tired to even move a limb. My head was pounding hard and let's just say I was going through stages of a bad hangover.

"Wake up, dear. It's a quarter past seven and you are still in bed." said my mom and I heard the curtains being pulled aside. "You better be up or I will send your dad up."

At hearing the last words I shot up from my position and leaned on my elbow. I turned my face in the direction I have heard her voice without opening my eyes. "I'm up. I'm up." I said with a silly smile. "Just don't send the old thing after my ass. My head is killing me already."

I heard her sigh before I let myself fall on my back again and groan in pain. Gush! I should have not drank the second whiskey bottle. I felt the bed dips down beside me and my mother's smooth hand touched my forehead. I grunted and leaned into her cool touch, relaxing a bit.

"You were at a party last night again, weren't you?" she asked softly and I felt a twinge of hurt in my heart at hearing the disappointment in her voice.

I didn't answer her question. Instead, I sat up and leaned on the headboard, and finally opened my eyes. There she had sat, the most important woman in my life and my guardian angel, my dear mother, staring at me with her jade eyes that were just like mine. She was already in a white blouse and a black pencil skirt with her hair pulled up into a neat bun, ready to go to work. Her beautiful eyes which were always filled with worry and concern when she would look at me were fixed on my face. God, how much I hated that look.

"Here, take these." she said softly and handed me two pills and a glass of water.

I gladly swallowed the pills and chugged down the glass of water before looking back at her who stood up.

"I think you know the rule to not go to parties on school nights, young man." she scolded down at me and crossed her arms.

"Come on, mom." I groaned and ran a hand through my messy black hair. "I'm not really in the mood for a lecture. I can smell one coming my way from dad."

She pursed her lips swallowing her answer. She sighed and leaned down and kissed my forehead gently, making me close my eyes in bliss. I love her truly and deeply and the fact that I only disappoint her in return for all the love she offers me is killing me.

"Chris, dear, please understand that your dad and I only want the best for you." she said softly before walking to the door. Once in the doorway, she stood with a hand on the door and turned to me with a smile playing on her lips. "Take a shower before going to school. You stink like garbage. And hurry up or you will be late."

I chuckled but groan again at the pounding pain in my head. I threw the blankets away and stood up in my almost naked glory, shivering as the cool air nibbled at my skin. I walked to the bathroom and stripped out of my boxers before standing under the warm shower and relaxing my muscles.

Well, let me introduce myself a bit. I'm Chris Harrington as you can say. I'm the youngest son of Norman and Elisabeth Harrington. I have an older brother who is six years older than me. Let's just say I'm the disappointment of the family while he is the perfect son. Yet I love him greatly.

My brother, Jaxon, or Jax as we call him, left the town when he turned 18 and got a scholarship in business at one of the best universities in the country. He returned two years ago after getting his degree in business and bought a house for himself in the town and is currently running a hotel that he and my father build two years ago.

He is everything that I'm not. His grades were always As and Bs. He is and was responsible and hard-working and the golden boy of his high school. He still would go to some parties and live his teenage life but never like me.

And here I am. The only thing that I can be proud of about myself is my talents in football which made me the captain of my school's football team. The rest of me is what my father despises. I smoke, I make trouble after trouble at school, I do parties almost every night, my grades are all under C and the list goes on.

My father is a successful businessman. He is the owner of chain restaurants around the state, and thanks to my golden brother, they were expanding the business to building hotels. He is a strict man who is a perfectionist and I'm the biggest disappointment of his entire life. let's just say we both can't stay in a room more than a minute and not be at each other's throats the next one.

You may say why I'm not leaving here already for I turned 18 a month and a half ago? Well for leaving I need money and I'm too lazy to find a job and most importantly keep it. But I should do something so I can leave at the end of high school.

Shaking my head to get rid of irritating thoughts, I walked out of my ensuite and to my walking closet. Throwing on a pair of dark jeans and a white long sleeve shirt I walked back to my room again. I grabbed my black letter jacket, my bag, phone, and car keys and left my room, and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

I groaned once I saw my father sitting behind the table in the kitchen, sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper. I walked in and completely ignored him yet I could feel his burning stare at the back of my head while I opened the fridge and took an apple out of it.

"You were at a party last night." he stated firmly finally. "Did you drive while drunk?"

"It's none of your business." I snapped and shut the door of the fridge and walked toward the door.

"Chris." he said warningly and I stopped in my tracks and sighed.

"No, I'm not as much an idiot as you pictured me for yourself." I seethed irritated. "I left with Chase and he drove me back home. He was not drunk."

"At least you used your brain," he said and went back to his newspaper. "That's a surprise."

I clenched my jaw at detecting mock and bitterness in his tone while I walked out of the kitchen and to the front door. I didn't remember when was the last time we had a civil talk. It was like this since I turned 15 and stepped on the road of puberty and became the rebel teenager I am.

Though I didn't give a shit about what he thought of me and what he wanted me to be, deep down, like really deep down, I was yearning for his approval. To hear one time that he was proud of me. But I knew that day would never come. He and I just can't get along. We were like knife and cheese.

Soon I hopped into my navy blue Mustang GT and drove toward school with music blasting in my ear. I pulled into the school's parking lot and parked my car in my usual place. I opened the door and immediately was graced with stares and whispers from the stupid students.

Most days I would be proud of the looks of admiration and envy and the whispers that I would hear, but somedays like today it would become just irritatable.

"Hey, mate."

I sighed in relief as I heard the voice of my best friend, Chase Smith. Let's just say he was the safe of my secrets. He knew everything about me and I about him. We are best pals. We just clicked when we met each other in seventh grade at the principal's office after being caught committing a prank and we were inseparable since then.

I saw him standing beside his mate black range rover, smoking. I walked to him happily and we did our famous bro hug before I stood beside him and lit a cigarette myself.

"So, how are you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow while taking a long drag from his cigarette. "You were a bit wild last night."

"Like shit." I groaned while messaging my still throbbing temple.

"Was he on your ass again?" he asked knowingly with a raised eyebrow.

"Shockingly, he just asked about how I drove home last night." I answered bitterly, watching the smoke rising in curls off my cigarette. "He is just afraid police catch me driving while being drunk. Wouldn't want to ruin his perfect image by his reckless son now, would he?"

"Man, he just worried for you." said Chase trying to calm me down.

"Worry, my ass." I scoffed and smashed my cigarette under my shoe. "He is just worried about his great picture in the news."

"Whatever." said Chase and rolled his eyes while throwing his cigarette away too. "Let's get in."

I nodded and we walked toward the front doors of the hell hole known as school. Chase smirked and glanced at me while we walked side by side. "I'm sure as hell Lara is so eager to see you today." he said and wiggled his eyebrows. "I think you ruined her last night. She was looking like a mess when she came out of the room you were in."

I just smirked back at him, remembering only a few things from my steamy night through the haze of being drunk.

Once we stepped into the corridor, the crowd opened the way for us like we were Kings or some shit like that. The boys glared at us with envy and some girls pulled their shirts a bit lower than it was to reveal more cleavage while giving us suggestive looks.

On our way, we met Hector and Vincent, two other members of our gang-like group. You see, neither I nor Chase didn't know why we keep these two with us. They both were the dumbest people I have ever seen. There was no ounce of brain in those heads they had on top of their muscular bodies.

I think the thing that Chase and I liked about them was the fact they would do as we told them without any thoughts. You could call them our goons. Two fucking idiots whose pride was appearing with Chase and me, the bad boys of the school.

As we neared the lockers I saw Lara and her group of minions standing there, talking or squealing together all in tight shorts or short skirts and crop tops or tight shirts that would show their big boobs proudly. One of her friends saw us and she quickly whispered to Lara who turned our way sharply and her eyes shone.

"Chris, baby." she squealed loudly, making sure to catch everyone's attention before throwing herself at me.

I didn't hesitate to wrap my arms around her slim waist and shove my tongue down her throat, kissing her hard. You may say I love her or something but here is where you are so so wrong. You see, we, or it's better to say Lara, call us boyfriend and girlfriend. But I would like to call us acquaintances with benefits. She was pretending to date the famous captain of the football team and I pretending to date the stunning head of cheerleaders.

All that was between us was pure sexual needs and other benefits for our fame. We never tried to be something more or try to get to know each other and help the other in difficulties, both were satisfied with what we are.

Although I should admit recently I was craving something more. Don't get me wrong. Lara is a hell of a beautiful girl with her long silky black hair, killer body, and her beautiful face that always had professional makeup. But she is dumb as hell and could be annoying like a bitch. She never cares about me. Her needs and wants are all she cares for. Sometimes I wonder why I'm dating someone like her.

I pulled away from Lara once I found that the fire inside of me was not subsiding a bit. See? I was slowly seeking things in her that she could never provide me with. A new feeling that was scaring me a lot. A yearning for something I didn't know what it was that was becoming stronger each passing day.

"Hey babe. How are you?" she purred and ran her finger down my chest while clinging to my arm as I took what I needed out of my locker. "You were so wild last night. I couldn't walk properly this morning."

I scoffed one I glanced at the 6-inch heels she was wearing. Can't walk properly because of me or your heels? Yet I didn't comment on that. Instead, I played along. I think I have part of my father inside of me. My picture is important to me.

"You were great, babe." I smirked down at her and almost cringed as she bit her bottom lip seductively but I kissed her lips nonetheless. "Like always."

She giggled and linked our arms once I closed my locker and dragged me to our first class and my nightmare, Ap calculus.

Once inside the class, Lara dragged me to the teacher's desk and made me seat on top of the desk and she made herself comfortable on my lap marking her territory in front of other girls in the classroom. Chase hopped on the desk beside me and we all began to talk and laugh, killing time until the class starts.

But the next time the door opened, it was not the teacher who stepped inside. It was the girl from our year that I despised a lot. I'm fucking sure that her parents are so proud of her for her perfect behavior. A shy and quiet girl who was always on my nerves with her sweet acts and goody-two-shoes attitude and let's not forget being a nerd. The girl who I have made it my mission to make her life like hell at school.

Eleanor Fucking James

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Thank you a lot

Ela :))