Love, Lies, and Loyalty: A Teens' Love Triangle

Chapter Three

He drove past the road leading to my home until we were at his house. I've seen pictures of his house on his Instagram account but never saw it in full and it was truly exquisite. It wasn't a house but a mansion.

The mansion had more than five Bentley cars in different colors and by the other angle of the house were two Ferraris. One in black and the other in red, that's not all, there was a Lamborghini on the other corner, and many more expensive cars.

While he was driving his car to the garage, I saw the massive stylish and gorgeous swimming pool. Every single inch and corner of the Mansion was exquisitely designed. When he parked the car we got out of the garage and into the main building. When I was passing by, I saw an open door which looked like the living room and it looked wonderful. Beautiful crystal chandeliers. By mare looking I knew this mansion was going to be lit. it had nice ceiling to floor glass widows and elegant paintings. Old money. The mansion screamed old money.

"Where do we start to study" I asked 

"we go up to my room" he said

"um....o-okay" I said not feeling quite sure of me going into his room alone "um.. are your parents home?" I asked

"No! my mum is abroad, my dad usually doesn't spend a lot of time at home because he travels a lot" he signed

"so you're usually at home alone?" I asked

"i guess the workers count as people" he looked around "Why? you like it?" He said with an emotionless expression but his voice's tone indicated otherwise

"But I'm sure you don't do the chores or cook" I said ignoring his deliberate question

"Yeah. The cook and the cleaners do all my work. Let's go up" he said climbing on the nice stairs that seemed to have some carvings on the sides

I emerged onto the stairs with him and taking some turns finally I got into his room. His room was big and beautiful. Boyishly styled. By my left was his bed with about six pillows, very neat. by my right was his study table with a guitar beside it, straight up front was a balcony and I could see through the open door of his bathroom which had a big beautiful jacuzzi.

His wardrobe was partially open so I could see some of the expensive watches and shoes he had. His room was very beautiful. By The edge corner of the room was a huge shelf filled with books on music, fashion, and novels. I was quite impressed to know he studied music.

"Could I please use the bathroom?" I asked

"Sure" he said and pointed to the bathroom

I got into the bathroom and locked the door from behind. Right now I was thinking of  ways I can use to fix my zipper, I don't really feel comfortable wearing his shirt. I took off his shirt and placed it on the sink table and then my shirt that has a broken zipper. I tried to fix it and finally, after some attempts, I fixed the zipper. The zipper finally worked. I wore my shirt and came out of the bathroom with his shirt in my hand.

"Here is your shirt, thanks. I've fixed mine" I said and handed it over to him

"Cool" he said and dropped it inside the laundry basket beside his bathroom "We study on the reading table, let's start shall we?" He said closing the door to the room

"Yes, let's study. Starting from chemistry" I said moving towards the table with my backpack

"Chemistry! I do not enjoy that" he groaned "you are not going to tell your friends I'm not very smart, are you?" he smiled mischievously knowing I don't even have friends

"No....I don't even have friends" I said

"Why!? That's true... I notice you everywhere alone" he said looking concerned