Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book either are the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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“Finding the one you love is destined, but finding the one you love no matter when in time is fated.”

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She Ain't Got No Money On The Bank Biker Ringtone. ~

The violent gush of the wind rushed towards him as he felt it whipping, pushing intensely on his body as his red and white school jacket flapped behind. The sun’s blinding brightness never bothered him as the dark shade dimmed his sight reduces its illumination towards his eyes. He felt fearless and ecstatic as he listened to music on his phone using his Bluetooth earphone while cascading his ever-precious motorbike down the asphalt road. It made him feel like he's a true rider, racing in competition with racers, like a pro.

"Hey, Drake!"

~ Drake Horus Scott is the eighteen-year-old youngest son of the wealthiest billionaire in the country, the Scott's. Unlike most affluent men, he lives alone on his rented pad. He is studying at a public school in Billington Town, the Billington High School. The reason for it all is still unknown.

He is the most popular hottie and well-known playboy of the school. With his height of 6’5”, he can dunk a ball on a basketball ring with ease. Singing is not his type, but he can serenade a lovely lady with his lead singer kind of voice. Black as a shadow glooming in the night, his short but messy and spiky hair can strike a pose.

Don't let your senses drown, falling into his gaze; you can't resist the temptation from his chocolate brown eyes. Even though his look is irresistibly tempting, its mysticism lingers like a deep dark maze. Don't ever befall from his sweet, gentle smile, or your heart will melt like snow falling into a flame. Ladies from left to right, countless, into an insatiable trance they wander. ~

Someone called his name from behind as he parked his bike around the corner. Wondering who it was. Nevertheless, judging from the voice, he could recognize one friend of his.

He took his helmet off and secured it on top of his bike, shifting his view afterward to see his friend, and smiled.

"Hey! I know what you are thinking! Judging by the look on your face." he said, nodding, as he said those words while pointing his finger at his friend.

"What? I haven't said anything... yet," Mike said, as his black friend showed him a vast grin and raised fist towards him.

Drake shook his head while laughing, approaching his friend as they bumped their fists together. They hugged each other and tapped their shoulders three times to show their buddy greeting. Tediously, his friend’s idiotic smile got onto his nerves. Triggered, he dabbed his pal’s face with his hand — erasing that silly expression of his friend.

"Get rid of that silly grin, Mike! You jackass!" he told Mike as they laughed together.

He switched his view and nodded to appeal to his three other friends as he noticed his other buddies around. "Hey, Dave! Jay! Dan!" and stepped towards the group, leaving Mike behind.

Altogether, his other friends replied, "Hey, what's up!" as they all did the same greeting as what he did earlier with Mike.

They strolled together, side by side, with Drake in the middle, following the path towards the door where ample students were gathering along, going straight at the school entrance.

"WOW!!! I wish I were you, Drake." Mike said, flicking a hand to Drake as they entered inside the school premises.

Looking straight back at his friend, raising his eyebrow, he asked, "Bro! What are you talking about?"

He knew what his black friend was trying to accomplish by asking him that question, but he didn’t want to talk about it. Especially with this many people around them. Countless ears might be listening to them right now. Therefore, denying his friend's allegation even without telling him the actual accusations is his best solution to avoid the further commotion. Nonetheless, his friend’s reaction is telling him somewhat differently than his expectations. His friend doubted his words.

"We know you were hitting Linda last night at the party. I saw you talking to her for a second. I took my eyes off with you for a quick moment, but then, Poof! You’re gone! We looked everywhere and in every room inside Dan's house, but we couldn't find you anywhere. So where were you? Where did you take her?" Mike asked in front of Drake while walking ahead, backward.

Drake paused for a moment and looked at the crowd, watching the gathering group’s reactions like a lion watches his prey for a hunt, for he knew the group heard Mike saying those words. Purposely tried to ignore Mike for a moment, but his friend’s persistence kept bugging him. Mike stared at him relentlessly, waiting for his answers as they walked down the aisle.

"Okay! Okay! First of all, I know you were betting on me, and secondly, NO!" he answered, lying to his friend.

Inside his head, he asked himself.

Do they know the truth? Or are they making this up? They’ve been betting on me like this before. But why are they betting on me when they know I always succeed?

Because they’re idiots!

Thinking like that made his smile appear, as he couldn’t help it, even if he tried. He can’t let his friends see it because if the group does, right now, the bigger the commotion will get.

Trying to avoid attracting more eyes and ears, steadfastly, he walked, parting his friends behind. It is the best way he could think for that moment. Somehow, he hoped walking towards his locker would be compelling enough so his buddies could not see his conspicuous smirk.

The rapid footsteps behind him approached like horses stampeding in the wild as he opened his locker. Mike appeared beside him, leaning on one of the lockers, while Dave was on his left. He speculated Jay and Dan were right behind him for sure.

These Idiots!

He sighed.

Persistent Idiots!

He smirked.

"Oh, come on, dude! I know you got a home run with Linda last night, and I want confirmation from you so I can cash in my 30 bucks from these three idiots. Who doesn't believe in the power of a Scott?" Mike asked him, begging. He could tell the determination in his friend's eyes, wanting him to open his mouth and say the words his friend sought to hear, but,

Damn it! That was too loud. Shit! Everyone is looking at us right now! Damn you, Mike! You and you’re big mouth!

He thought, drastically wishing his friend didn’t say those words aloud.

He looked around like a stargazer looking on a telescope, observing, hoping not to find the person he expected not to see, but,

Jesus Christ! Linda! She’s standing there! Right in the corner.

Inside his mind, he panicked, but outside, he's calmed.

He sighed, looking at the crying girl as the woman stared back at him with weary eyes.

And she’s with her boyfriend, Chris. Holy crap! I have more plans to do with her. GRRRRR!

He ferociously growls inside his thoughts, but he can’t undo it all now. What’s done is done.

Inside his mind, he is screaming, wanting to get out of that place straightaway.

He looked at the lady directly into her eyes, trying to perceive her thoughts.

Drake observed Linda’s eyes as they glistened as the flowing tears refract the light shining on her face, staring, looking back at him. He could feel the lady’s deep regret piercing his heart as he watched her lips in down, frowning. Seeing the lady’s tears slowly ran down her cheeks as the weeping lady meekly sobbed and looked down the floor. A tiny teardrop fell on the ground as Drake saw Linda pivoting, and on the hallway, she sprinted. He watched the lady’s trail as her hair waved goodbye and suddenly vanished along the corner.

He felt sorry for the woman somehow, although,

Damn! Mike ruined my plans.

Blaming his friend in his thoughts.

He took a glimpse back where Linda was standing right before she ran away. Chris was still there, looking at him vividly. Constricted eyes and gritting teeth greeted our lad as their eyes met. Chris's arms were shaking as the angered lad with his clamped fists glared at him and his friends as Drake detected.

Mike suddenly walked, like an ogre holding a club, towards Chris, ready to pummel the poor fellow into a pulp. He never knew what his friend would do to Linda's boyfriend, but it's nothing good for he knew these bully friends of his.

He couldn’t identify Mike’s reactions, but he could definitely hear his black friend shouting. "Yeah! What are you going to do about it, huh?!?" Mike said as Drake could perceive Chris was frightened as the poor fellow retreated in fear.

Chris backed away every time Mike shouted at the poor lad. But Drake never cared about Chris at all, and all he cared about was Linda. That’s why our young man glimpsed away back to where the lady went away. He wanted to fix things with Linda, but he doesn’t know how to amend the ran away lady yet.

Chris walked away while Mike came back walking towards them. But Linda’s boyfriend paused as the retreating lad uttered some words while looking sharply at Drake.

"One day, Drake! One day!" Chris said straight into Drake’s eyes. The retreating fellow's threatening words and sharp look made Drake feel like the threat-releasing fellow could cut him in half and chop him into pieces.

Is that a threat?!? Nah! Pipsqueak. Drake thought while looking at Chris with intimidating eyes.

Mike was about to chase Chris, but the lad moved away as Drake watched the lad’s grimace vanish into thin air along the corner, thinking Chris might be going to where Linda was supposed to be right now.

"What did that asshole say?!?" Mike bit his lips while talking to them.

Drake stared at his friend for a while.

You asshole, you ruined my plans! You’re the reason for all of this! Damn you, Mike!

But he couldn't dare himself tell that to his friend. Even though his friend is an asshole, he is still his friend, and he cares for him like his own brother.

Maybe I can say a little.

Retracting his words in his head.

"You're the asshole idiot!" he told Mike as he smirked while leaving his friends behind, stepping towards his classroom.

Mike followed Drake’s trial by sight with his sour face, but when he detected his other friends were about to take a step, he spread his hands to block their way. “Whop! Pay up, boys.” he wanted to settle their bets.

“Man, I can’t believe Drake got Linda.” Jay shook his head in disbelief, astonished by the happening while reaching for his pocket, giving his ten bucks to Mike.

Dave also reached for his pocket, doing the same thing that Jay did. “Yeah! I thought Linda would be the first strike for Drake, but man….” he added, continuing their conversation.

“Wow! Linda? Daughter of a pastor? A very religious girl? And a delicate virgin! I tried to move on her once, and she only read me a bible verse instead. I think Chris hasn’t even got laid with her even once.” Dan added as he reached for his wallet behind his back pocket.

Mike laughed at the group, counting the money that his friends lost on their bet. “Well! It would be best if you boys believed in the power of the Scotts!!!” he said, enlightening them. “Because with Scotts! Nothing is impossible

Scott Industries motto

,” he added, ending their conversation.

“But wait! How did Linda end up at Dan’s party? I’ve heard she never goes even once on any parties.” Jay said, expanding their discussion.

Mike quickly replied to them, “As I’ve told you…” but got interrupted as his friends continued, “With Scotts! Nothing is impossible,” the other three deliberately continued what Mike said as they walked away. Mike smiled, watching his friends in defeat, proceeding to their respective classrooms.

END OF CHAPTER 1