Davis and I were in the hall discussing the victory in the football match. It wasn't a big match, just an inter-school competition, but we won, and it meant a lot to me. Isabella was there, watching and cheering, so this victory means a lot. I sighed in content for an 'N' number of times, picturing her smile in my mind, and Davis rolled his eyes.
"I wish this victory were because of me," I complained the whole ride from the school to Davis. "But you were part of it." He tried to boost my energy. I am happy, but this was one of my best chances to impress Isabella. I feel like I missed the opportunity. Like a resolution, not entirely, but I like to believe I will fulfill it. "I should do something about this." I gesture to my tummy and my whole body. Davis chuckled at that. "You are too pampered to do something about it. You are spoiled, and the way everyone treats you in your family, it's hard." I huffed at the truth.
My elder sister, Ameria, who went to Paris for a few days, returned with a victorious smile. I knew that smile; she has achieved something. I bet she grabbed some deal. Her face lit up when she saw me, and she ran and hugged me tightly. "Hi, Davis." She hugged him briefly and, once again, gave a side hug to me. "Doing good, right?" By shaking my hair, she spoke, and I nodded my head with a glare. "There are chocolates, the best cheese, and also a unique cake that you will love. Have it, ok?" She gave me a pointed look as if I was going to miss the opportunity to savour the taste. I may talk all about dieting, but till today, I have never skipped a meal, not even any dairy products. That much, I was addicted. "And also, a few clothes which I dropped in your room—I hope you like them." I beamed with a smile. "You know I am going to love it." She chuckled at that. "Make sure to share the snacks with Davis, ok?" I snorted at that. "I will make sure of it," Davis replied on my behalf. She bid goodbye and made her way to the room.
I searched for Johana, who was already approaching me with plates. With a chuckle, she placed them in front of us and excused herself. I immediately grabbed my plate like someone would snatch it from me, and a large bit was in my mouth. "Easy there." My dad patted my back when I coughed a little. "You know, right, no one is going to dare to snatch the plate from your hand." He sat beside me, and I started taking small bites. "Rowan." He was watching me; by chewing the cake, I opened my mouth. "Yeah." "Please don't open your mouth while you are chewing something." Annoyingly, he informed me, and it's about a thousand times I have not corrected till now. "Stop hanging out with Morris's son." I rolled my eyes at that. "Don't do that, either." He glared at me. "He is a good kid." I defended Dante strongly. My dad sighed in return. "He is Morris's son; that's enough reason, and I don't like him. He is anything but a kid." I am so done with these two, always against my friendship with Dante, for whatever bull reasons. "Well, he needs a friend, and I am going to be there for him." "You are not the last person on this planet, and he will eventually find one." My dad with frustration. "Well, I wasn't the last person on this planet still; he approached me. That speaks to something." "Rowan, see, you are talking back; you don't do that. His influence is contagious." "Why are you shouting at him?" Thank God, I love my mom more than ever. "He is not listening, and he is arguing." "About what?" My mom sat beside my dad. "About Morris's son." My dad sighed at that. "I don't want him to hang out with him." "That makes two of us." Davis made sure to add his point at the right time, like seriously. "Both of you, stop acting like a child. Richard, it's his life; he can choose to befriend whoever he wants. Stop controlling it; it's not going to work, as he is going to be an adult. You are pampering and protecting too much; let him make his own decision in his life." My dad resigned at that. "He is my only son." My dad tried his last resort weekly. My mom rolled her eyes at that. "You were never like this with your daughters. He is my only son, too; let him decide his friend circle. Don't interfere in his matters too much." He was annoyed. "I don't have any say in his life." "Of course, when it's necessary and when he needs it. He is growing; let him make mistakes, and let him learn through his mistakes. I agree with Rowan; Dante is just a kid." "He is anything but that." That came in unison, I swear; these both are getting on my nerves lately. "Shut up, both of you. Richard, we should get going to the party." "Yup, we should. Enjoy kids with yours." My mom kissed me and hugged Davis, started walking toward the door, and my dad, by patting my back, followed my mom. Thank God, peacefully, I can enjoy my food.
"You are spoiled." Davis chuckled by saying that. "Shut up," I replied with a blush creeping. I am spoiled, but I didn't turn into a brat.
When we were done, I sighed in contentment by leaning back in the chair. I was floating in heaven when the taste of the cake still lingered on my tongue. This is just great, and I love to spend my life and days this way. A wishful thought—a guy could dream, right?
"So, are you going to the party?" I looked at Davis like he was insane to think that I would miss the opportunity to be around Issabella. "Well, you know I wouldn't miss it." Davis sighed. "You know that jerk Andre invited everyone personally, excluding you?" "He kind of gave an invitation to everyone by announcing it." "He will find some way to make fun of you." "Well, you will be around, and also Dante." Davis was annoyed for every reason. "Are you crazy to invite him to the party? From Day 1, you were shoving that 'he is a kid' thing into our damn throats, and now you are thinking of inviting him to the party." I smirked when his anger was reaching its peak. "Don't worry, I am going to take care of him." Davis snorted at me. "You are inviting him to babysit; give me a damn break from this newfound friendship. He shouted with an air gesture. I stayed silent for a few minutes to let him cool off for a while.
I glanced at the empty plate, wishing for more of the sweet items. "You are too sweet and naive. You welcome everyone with open arms, irrespective of their motive. You are too good for this stupid world, and I am damn worried." I just hate it when he says it that way. I have my bad side too, like being addicted to sugary and dairy things, if it counts as bad. "And let's not bring your bloody impulsive nature." I glared at him, who in return smirked. "You had selected a school far from your home; you almost got enrolled, but in the final moment, when you got to know where Isabella enrolled, you switched the school without giving a second thought." "What do you expect? She is my first and only crush." "You had selected the Spanish language, but you opted for Latin because of obvious reasons; you didn't waste any time switching the language." I huffed. "We didn't have many common classes, and meeting her was kind of impossible." "You love painting down-to-earth subjects, like art-related ones. No, you chose football; at least you could have chosen swimming, which would have helped you maintain your body better. " I was annoyed; there should be a full stop for these damn examples. "Hey, there is more fame in being in a football team, so don't blame this too; this is purely intentional to get fame and to be a star of the campus." Davis snorted at that, and I rolled my eyes. "There is more, if you want me to go on. How you helped her with her assignments and seminar topics and always waited at the parking lot to greet her, oh god. It just goes on." By leaning back more leisurely, a long sigh left me. "You should stop." "I am not pulling your leg or degrading. I know how much you like her, so I don't mind you pursuing her. Just that, I am worried your impulsive skill may bite you back." "Shut up." "With pleasure." He leaned comfortably on the couch.
We watched TV to pass the time till evening. When it was time, we changed our clothes and made our way to the car. I gave an address to the driver and instructed him to take us to the place. "You really made up your mind on picking your new friend. Well, I am wounded." "Seriously?" I faced Davis. "He needs friends, and this kind of party will be helpful for him." "What, to get drunk and hook up?" Sarcasm was overloaded today with him. I snorted at the comment. "You should shut up until we reach the venue." "Whatever." By grumbling a few more profanities, he faced the window. Thank God, I need this moment of silence.
We were outside his mansion, and I should have informed Dante prior; I don't know whether he is at his mansion or willing to come or not. I dialed Dante's number, but he never picks up the call on the first ring; god knows why. In the third ring, he picked up the call. "I hope you are at home and we are outside." There was silence; he is usually silent, hardly responds, so I don't know how to take this silence. The call was disconnected, and I stared at the screen, contemplating whether to call back or not.
"You haven't informed him?" Davis shouted at me. I wanted to, but he was the reason that it totally slipped my mind. "In any minute," I slowly responded, hoping that Dante would come out, or else I would bargain.
Thank God, the gate of the mansion opened, and I exited the car with excitement. Davis followed with a grim expression. I was in front of Dante as the gate opened, who looked perplexed; thank God there was some different expression on his face other than a frown. "Hi." I beamed with a high pitch, and Dante crossed his hands over his chest. "Well, go on; the party is not going to wait for us forever," Davis remarked with overwhelming annoyance in his voice, for which I glared at him. "We won the match, the inter-school competition that I was talking about." "Oh, you will call him daily; not only that, you are informing about every damn thing." I groaned at his intervention in the middle of the conversation. He is acting like a damn kid. "So, there is a success party at Andre's house, who is the captain of our team. We can invite anyone we want, so are you willing to come? It will be fun." "Like, he doesn't know the fun part." Davis needs to stop with his sarcasm for the damn day. "You have finished your seminar, and you need a break before the exam starts. Come on, hang out with us." Davis snorted. "Why don't you just kneel in front of him? He might give in." I faced Davis; I am done with him for the day. "Go and sit in the damn car." He was trying to open his mouth to counter something; instead, I dragged him and made him take a seat.
Dante stood in the same place, and I was in front of him with the same speed. "So?" I nudge for the answer. Dante started walking toward the car and occupied the passenger seat. With a smile, I was beside Davis, glaring at him, who rolled his eyes.