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Chapter 1
We were slowly chugging upwards. I could feel the trepidation and excitement as we neared the top of the tracks. When we finally reached the top, a lady at the back had already started screaming, a little forward, aren't you? I thought. Suddenly, we were hurtling downwards, I thought I could feel my stomach in my mouth, then, as abruptly as the dream began it dissolved into blackness as I was lightly shook awake by the nice old lady who sat beside me on my flight. "You asked me to wake you up before we land" she said with a smile. "Thank you Ma'am" I said in reply.
As I was closer to the aisle than the old lady, so I stood to fetch my leather messenger bag, wound my earphones around my iPod and proceeded to leave the plane. So this is the famous Heathrow Airport, I thought to myself as I stepped off the plane. One thing that surprised me was the sunlight and warmth; I certainly was not expecting that as it is raining in England for more than 200 days a year. I collected my numerous bags of luggage-some were annoyingly cumbersome-and tried to look for the driver who would be taking me to the prestigious boarding school I would be attending in 3 weeks. It took me a while to locate this driver, I hate looking for people,* I look like an idiot* I thought in annoyance. As I was about to give up, I saw a large sign with the name ALISTAIR McLEOD written in large, blocky hand writing. It took me a few seconds to process that it was indeed my name. I approached the driver, held out my hand and said, "Hello, I'm Alistair McLeod". He shook my hand and told me his name was Russell; "It took you a while to react to your name' he said with mock suspicion. "I'm exhausted and jet-lagged, I don't have time for this" I replied with a half-smile. "How are you jet-lagged, there's only a two hour time difference between England and South Africa?" he shot back; "Just take my bags" I said playfully. I was surprised at how easily we got along, and I said as much when we were finally in the car. "You're not like all the other jackasses I have to cart around", "That's a relief to hear" I said dryly. "That's a compliment coming from me" he said gruffly. I took a moment to check Russell out; he was a bit taller than me, had broad shoulders, and from what I could see, had a hot body under that suit, he had earthy brown eyes, and had what looked like heavy stubble. "Like what you see?" he asked while waggling his eyebrows suggestively. I blushed slightly and said "Just shut up and drive". He smirked, but started the car.
Heaton was our destination and was a small town on the outskirts of London, the journey was about 1 hour 30 minutes and I dozed off once we were on the highway. "Ali... Alistair, we're at the school", I woke and saw his face centimetres from mine, I screamed in surprise and reflexively punched him in the gut. He grunted and immediately backed away from me, "I'm so sorry! It was a reflex" I said guiltily. "Where'd you get reflexes like that?" he asked; "Karate lessons" I explained. "Let's show you to your room then." He then proceeded to tell me that the dormitories were split into 5 Houses, namely: Laridon, Gambon, Winthrop, Milton, and Blackthorn. I had gotten an e-mail stating I would be assigned to live in and be a part of Blackthorn House; the Dean (Dr. Ethan Andersson) also apologised profusely for not personally being there personally to give me a tour and show me where I'll be living for the next two years. Naturally he was sucking up, as my new step-father was a member of the School Board. I didn't care either way, though I suspect many would be proud to be a member of the esteemed Blackthorn House. As we made our way to the huge manor-like abode, I stared up with a little awe at the place said to house a hundred boys. Impressive, I thought. Russell informed me that Blackthorn House consisted of two storeys, with 25 rooms on each level. We trudged up the stairs to my room,* well half of it*, at least I thought to myself. I was going to have roommate, what if he like, wants to get transferred to another room 'cause I'm gay? I thought while panicking a bit. We ended up in front of a door with my room number (24B) set in a small gold plaque and the Blackthorn House insignia. I hesitantly opened the door and observed the room; it was quite large with two queen-sized beds on opposite sides of the room, a large flat screen TV set into the wall, a large couch and Ottoman an empty floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, two identical tables-which I surmised were for working and such-next to our beds. As soon as I saw my bed, I collapsed onto it with relief. Russell fell in beside me, "Don't you have places to be, people to drive and such?" I asked him wryly. "No, not really" he replied sarcastically. I closed my eyes and reflected on how much my life had changed in these two months.
Seven months ago
I was cooking supper for my mom and 11 year old sister, when I heard my mom unlocking the door, she's late from the hospital, I thought. "I met someone!" she exclaimed. "Who is he?" I asked in curiosity. I assumed this particular someone was a man because my mom wouldn't get this excited over meeting some random lady. "Ricardo Cruz!!!" Ricardo Cruz was a famous Mexican billionaire who was the owner of a media empire that covered most of Central and South America.
"WHAT!!!"
"I'm treating his daughter," she explained; my mom's a doctor at a local hospital in northern Johannesburg, South Africa. "His daughter was in for some fractures and her father was present; we spoke for quite some time and as I was about to leave he asked me to dinner. I only found out who he was when he was filling the paperwork for his daughter's stay."
"I'm happy for you, mom" I said. Fast forward three months and we had moved out of our old apartment and into a huge beach house in Clifton, Cape Town with him and his 11 year old daughter, Marina. Christine (my little sister) and Marina -whom I grew to love- soon became inseparable and soon after living together developed a knack for completing each other's sentences; even their birthdays were a few days apart. My mother was completely enamoured, I scrutinised Mr Cruz quite carefully in those few months of their relationship; after all I didn't want my mother's heart broken. One day as I was watching Grey's Anatomy, he came in the den and sat down next to me. "You don't trust me," he said flatly. I turned towards him and said: "I don't really know you". "I'm really trying to show you guys that I'm a good guy who really loves your mom,"
"Sure you do," I said sarcastically. Hurt flashed across his face at my words, I realised that he not only cared deeply for my mom but for me and my little sister as well. "I'm sorry Ricardo; I was just trying to protect my mom from being hurt although I now understand that I don't have to any more because... you really love her"
"I do... and I love you and Christine as well. I love the fact that we're a family and, even though we're not related by blood, I love you as if you were my own."
I was at a complete loss for words- highly unusual for me. I decided there was nothing to say and gave him a hug. We sat and watched Greys' Anatomy; he's not so bad after all, I thought. As we were the team of Seattle Grace Hospital cope after the plane crash; I noticed he looked nervous and was fidgeting a bit, what would a successful businessman and billionaire this nervous? I pondered. "Something's clearly bothering you, what's wrong?" I asked as the show ended.
"I've already asked Christine and she's approved... but I wanted your blessing as well... can I marry your mother?" he asked, looking quite flustered. "I give you my blessing, Ricardo." He looked ecstatic. "But if you break her heart, I break your kneecaps" I said with a smile. "I understand" he said solemnly.
Later on that night, while we were eating dinner, my mother announced the engagement to all of us. The girls and I congratulated the happy couple. "Have you set a date for the wedding?" I asked. "By the end of this month" she said with excitement.
The wedding was held in Ricardo's home country of Mexico. It was beautiful and I had never seen a couple so happy. They went to the island of Zanzibar for their honeymoon.
Ricardo suggested I go to St. Michael's as it was one of the best schools in the world and he was on the school board. I said yes to his offer and in the following two weeks I was accepted at the famed St. Michael's Academy for Boys.
The Present
I was brought out of my reverie by Russell poking me in the ribs, "What!?"
"I thought you'd want to meet your new roommate" he said wryly.
I looked up to see one of the hottest guys I had ever seen...
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