Danny and Damien, as you guys know, you both would be the maid of honour and ring bearer for my wedding, I would like for both of you to come live with me and James from somedays. It will mean a lot for both of us and I know that you guys still haven't got your dress and suit, which you'll we wearing to my wedding. I have brought you guys some clothes to try on.

So, think about it and it would really mean a lot to me if you guys come to stay with us.

Your Mom.

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"Oh so now she is so important to you? You are fighting with me for her?" I think she will cry now.

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"It's settled then. Daniella will tutor the three of us from now on." Kyle said that grinning at me.

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"See you Friday, tutor." He backed up a little and kissed my left cheek.

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"Did you get any message from dad? Saying to not go anywhere after school and come straight home?"

Damien asked me looking at me for a second and then back at road ahead quickly. It's good that I trust his driving skills or I would have scolded him by now for leaving his eyes off the road. It's one of things I don't like, bad driving skills.

We were going home from school, I was in the car thinking about Hunter and Kyle and how they will be probably studying with us, this Friday. Although I do think they don't need any tutoring, they both are doing fine in there studies. It's just the attendance they have to work on. I wanted to tell this to Hunter and give him a piece of my mind that how he should not skip anymore classes, and also ask him why he skips them on the first place?

Probably go around 'hanging out' with some of his 'older' friends which can be girls. I really wanted to cringe on the sentence I just thought and the images forming in my head of Hunter and one his sexy old friend in bed. Oh god cringe.

Damien's question made me divert my eyes from the road to the side on his face.

I don't even remember what he said ?

"What?" Damien looked at me, a little shocked as I didn't hear a word properly, he just said.

"Are you ok?" He asked me, why was his voice so squeaky?

"Yeah I am fine. Just tired." I am seriously tired about all of this happening in my life right now. Tutoring Jake, Chelsa hating me, being friends with Hunter and now tutoring him and Kyle. Him being naked in bed with a thirty year old woman. Me wanting to vomit right now.

A lot has happened and it's getting harder day by day to digest everything.

"I was asking, if you did get any message from dad? Saying not to go anywhere after school."

"No. I haven't got any message from dad." I told him and took out my phone from my pocket to look at it one more time. Nope. No messages.

"Well then I think he wants to talk to me only."

Yeah. Or he knew I will not go anywhere after school so he didn't bother messaging me.

I don't know whether I should be proud that my father believes me so much, of me being a goody two shoes or a loser, of having absolutely no social life at all. Well speaking of social life, due to Hunter's little stunt back in the library, I am now officially the number one name on every other girl's hit list, in the school. I didn't see a single female today who gave me a smile, other than a scowl.

Except for Mrs Gilbert, the librarian. Who for some reason was awfully excited to see me.

That old snail, I never thought I would say that but she looks really cute when she grins.

So we parked inside the garage and went inside our house, as soon as I entered I saw two luggages right beside the dining table in the hall.

And on one of the chair was sitting our dad reading newspaper and a mug of, I know hot coffee beside him on the table.

Martha is sitting opposite of him reading a magazine.

They both looked at me. Damien also came inside immediately looking ahead of him and to the luggages. Black and other was a nasty poop coloured one. I don't remember having that one.

He then looked at me and gave me an eyebrow lift, asking me what is all this about? I lifted both of my shoulders in a way to say, I don't know.

Dad looked up at us and folded his newspaper to put it on the table.

"Damien, Danny finally you both are home. Now you can start packing." He told us and gestured towards the luggages.

"We are moving? I don't think even my clothes will fit into this dad." Damien said picking up one of the luggage with one hand and looking at it intently. He was looking at it with so much concentration that it made even me, to look at the luggage. Will my clothes fit into this luggage? May be.

Do I have less clothes then my brother?

Am I even a girl or a cave women who wear clothes made of leaves and jewellery made out of stone?

"No. We are not moving. You guys are going to live with your mother until her marriage." As soon as dad said that, both of mine and Damien's heads flipped towards dad.

Oh my god.

We have to go?

We really have to go?

I looked at dad, damn he looked serious about it.

I looked at Damien with sad eyes, I could cry any moment now. He was already looking at me with pained eyes. Neither of us said anything. Neither of us could. We both knew, whatever we do, whatever we say, dad will not bulge.

Come to that, we both would be going to mom's house awaiting to just come back home after attending the marriage and be grounded for a month or so.

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"Call me everyday." It was Martha hugging me and then she pulled away and kissed my cheek and then she let go to meet Damien. We are right now standing on the door of our house which is totally open, with us standing there holding our packed luggages. Damien was fast enough to take the black one, leaving me with poop coloured luggage.

I wanted the black luggage.

"And Danny, Damien, I want both of you to enjoy there and try to bond with them. And give this to your mother on her wedding day as we will not be attending the wedding." He told me handling the white envelope in my hand. The envelope was tied by a silk ribbon.

I looked up at my dad and he just gave me a small smile. I know he loved my mother with full heart but I also know he is very happy for her and wants her to be happy too.

I hope she stays happy too.

So me and my brother are standing right outside this mansion looking...uh.....mansion.

We are just on the front porch and my brother beside me is looking again and again, at his phone and the address, matching them and checking if we actually are at the right place. He didn't even let me ring the bell and I really wanted to do that because it was a really pretty looking flower shaped bell, the mouth of the flower was tilted downwards and you have to pick it's filament and pull it for the bell to ring.

I never saw something like that.

"Are you done? Now can I ring the bell Damien." Damien turned around and looked at me with wide eyes and nodded without uttering a single word. I don't know why all of this seems pretty normal to me. Of course the woman who left my father because he was not rich enough for her, will marry again only if the guy is able to fulfil all her expectations.

I get hold of the golden coloured filament and pulled it making us hear a faint sound of a bell.

About ten seconds later a man dressed in black suit pants, white shirt and a long black vest opened the door. A butler? Well that is kind if surprising. He is even wearing white gloves for crying out loud.

"May I help you?" Obviously a British accent.

We both were speechless for a moment.

I looked over at Damien as I didn't believe my voice at this moment. He was on a whole new level of shock right now, he blinked his eyes a couple of time and I nudged him lightly with my elbow.

"Yes. We are Damien and." He paused and looked at me.

"Daniella." I said.

"We are here to meet our mother, uhh." He paused again.

"Clair." I completed him.

The British butler looked at us joining the words we just said trying to form a single sentence, the puzzle pieces we gave him in the place of our introduction. He was struggling, I could see that. The butler did looked in his thirties and had a very calm voice.

"Oh. Welcome sir. Mam. Please this way." He said moving to the side and gestured his hands to let us in. I really hope my mother treats him well.

We entered in the house and the butler insisted to take our suitcases.

Two words

Playboy mansion.

This house looks so great. It looked good from the outside but from the inside, it's magical. The large circular staircase. The beautiful crystal chandelier in the very middle of the hall. The marbled floor.

Is this is a house or a five star hotel?

We walked through the marbled hall towards one of the rooms. The room was a beautiful mixture of silk grey and white. Fully walled windows with silky curtains on it. A very jumpy looking couch at the right corner, a king sized bed in the middle and on the middle of the bed was sitting my mother, looking through her phone eating pickle and NUTELLA????

Pickle and Nutella? My Nutella?

Who in world eats a freaking pickle with Nutella?

This is called a pregnancy cravings disaster.

She once more dipped the pickle into the Nutella making my insides churn with pain.

If I didn't like her before, I don't know what I feel for her right now.

She looked up at us and immediately a grin appeared on her face.

That kind of scared me.

She jumped of the bed and came, stood in front of us and hugged us both at the same time. I am still looking at the poor Nutella jar sitting on her bed.

The things it must've seen.

"Finally you both are here. You father told me you guys are coming so I already got your rooms ready. John show the kids to their rooms."

Well that was faster then I thought. She told him in a firm voice. Which I didn't really like. The butler whose name is I think John, gave her a head nod and picked up both of our suitcases.

"Follow me please Sir. Mam." I looked at my mom and nodded at her awkwardly. She smiled brightly at me. I just looked at her. I tried but I couldn't smile back. It's really hard for me to forget everything she did and said for so many years, in just a day and play the happy mother daughter role with her and I really think that the wedding is surely getting inside her head.

I feel like a princess. My room. It's amazing. It's so beautiful. Is she trying to lure us to stay with her and leave our father?

Suddenly a very excited Damien came running down my room." Danny I love my room, I love my room." He stopped in his tracks and looked around my room.

"I love your room, I love your room." I love my room too. It has somewhat the same sitting of the furniture in my mother's room but the bed is a little smaller, but I don't mind. I will fit on it.

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"Seriously Kyle, how long will it take him to be here?" I screamed at Kyle taking him and Jake off guard. I really think Jake is scared of me right now. All of this is that stupid Hunter's fault.

"I-I told you already Danny, you can start without him. He might not even come today." Kyle was a little scared too. I looked at him with narrow eyes. What does he mean by 'might not even come'? Where the hell is he? And if he didn't want to come then why did he agreed to be at Jake's place for studying?

"What do you mean, start without him? What does he think of himself and why the hell is he not answering his cellphone?" I was angry for sure. Kyle and Jake were looking at me like I was a monster.

I was already pissed at my mother from this morning, and her trying to make me look 'presentable'.

And in her dictionary, presentable means imposing all of her stupid ideas on me. The dress I am going to wear is chosen by her. The heels. She even decided the undergarments which I'll be wearing. She is being a total control freak for the past two days. Driving me on the edge of slamming my head on my princess room's wall.

And I don't even want to remember about how hard it was for me to convince her to let me go to Jake's house for this stupid study session which hasn't even started for the past thirty minutes because of that imbecile of a Hunter.

I only have an hour and half left until my phone will start blowing up from my mother's calls to come home and get ready for the rehearsal dinner.

What is the use of a rehearsal dinner anyway?

I looked at my phone impatiently checking the time and if by chance I had any missed call from Hunter.

Nope.

Nothing.

Although it has been 40 minutes now that we are waiting for him. That made me even more angry.

"That's it. We are starting. Hand me the book Jake." I said rather loudly startling Jake and he quickly passed me the fat book.

Hunter Donnavan, you better have good excuse ready to save your ass.

It's already six and guess what? Hunter didn't show up. And I eventually stopped calling him because I knew he will not pick up. Is he ignoring me?

The rehearsal dinner starts at eight and as expected my mother has called me like three time by now telling me to come home as soon as I can and reminding me for the hundredth time that, I am the maid of honour and I am a very important part of the wedding and I should stop being lazy, which I really don't think I am. She is really getting on my nerves and with each passing day she is getting more and more mean.

And she is the bride, I don't think anyone else is more important then her in the wedding.

Except for the priest.

We came out of Jake's house, today's lesson was not over the top good and I totally blame Hunter for all this, I couldn't stop thinking of what occupied him that bad, that he couldn't even pickup his cellphone. What if he got into a fight or something or worse, what if he got into an accident?

Oh my god I really hope he is fine.

I don't even like his stupid of a vehicle that he calls, a truck, which is just the extra large version of a normal car and don't even go on his driving skills. He can never drive with both of his hands inside the vehicle. One hand on the steering wheel and one out the window.

I took out my phone. Still no calls. I opened my message box and saw the last message he sent me.

-Hunter

Hey. You are not home?

I think he saw my bedroom lights off and He doesn't know that I am at my mother's and this whole wedding drama. I texted him explaining everything in the shortest and most explaining way. I even told him how my mother is driving me absolutely mad by making me try ten dresses at a time and his next message made me smile and a little tingling feeling in the stomach.

-Hunter

Don't forget to wear your glasses : )

"-and Thankyou again." Huh? I looked beside me. Jake was standing there with a smile on his face.

"I am sorry you said something?" An image of Hunter being in a car accident popped into my mind. No that can't be.

"I was-" Hunter.

"Thank-" Hunter's truck.

"For tutor-" Hunter's truck colliding with a tree. No. No.

"And sorry about chel-" His totally scratched body and bleeding head. "Oh my god nooo." I immediately ran out following where Kyle went. He went ahead of me and I think his bike was parked just out the main gate.

I was running very fast silently praying to myself that Kyle is still there. It's been a good five minutes, since he left.

I turned around as I reached out of the main gate, finding Kyle standing beside his bike, lighting a cigarette. I ran towards him, shouting his name in the process.

"Danny." He looked at me shocked, immediately throwing away the just lightened cigarette, hoping I did not see that. "Wha—I was just--- trying it. I am not a regular smoker I swear." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"We will get back at that later. For now take me to Hunter's house." I told him making him wide his eyes.

People around me are doing that a lot lately.

"What? Why?" I can sense him getting nervous.

"Because he is not picking up his call for the last two hours Kyle. God knows what must have happened to him. Aren't you a bit worried?" Seriously why is he so calm? Doesn't he care about his best friend, but at all?

"He is totally fine Danny. You need not worry about it so much, he will call you as soon as he will se your hundred missed calls."

I blush at the most wrong moments.

"And how are you so sure-" Wait a minute.

"You know where he is. Don't you?" I told him which made his eyes go wide again. Oh for the love of god.

Kyle knows where Hunter is, then why is he hiding it?

He sighed loudly.

"I told him it won't be easy tonight." He muttered it to himself looking somewhere in front of him.

I was looking at him with concentration.

"Yes. I know where he is and that is why I know he is fine." He told me with yet another sign but still didn't look at me.

"Wher-"

"No sorry I can't tell you." He said before I can even complete my sentence. My shoulders slumped in defeat.

"But why can-"

"Because it's not my secret, to tell you." He said again cutting me.

"Kyle ple-"

"Danny I am sorry I can't." Ok this is getting irritating now. I didn't say anything this time but just looked at him with fake sad eyes, hoping that they could break him.

"Danny. You can ask me anything about me but this is Hunter's secret and not mine to tell."

Damn it.

"Alright just one hint. Please. Just one. I won't ask anything any further." I told him desperately.

What is this secret that they can't tell me.

Kyle looked at me sighing again.

"I am going to kill that bastard for making me do this all alone." He muttered to himself again. He sure is a girl sometimes.

"He is at his part time job." Kyle said without looking at me making me feel excited from the inside. A lot of questions were building inside of me now.

Is that why he was sometimes off from school? So he was not skipping school for some mature time. He actually was working at that time.

I don't know but I feel like jumping up and down and dancing around Kyle's bike singing a kindergarten song. It was really hard to not do all of that in front of him, but I was able to maintain my composure. I was about to ask Kyle further more questions about this whole secret job thing but he put his finger in front of my face. "And before you ask, I can't tell you what the job is and you promised you won't ask me any further questions." That shut me up totally.

Defeat.

Again.