CHAPTER 1

"Rise and shine, Alex." Rough yet warm hands shake me awake.

My eyelids open slowly, the pupils of my eyes welcome painfully the new scenario as I groan in displeasure.

"You are going to be late to school. Come on. UP! you go." The same pair of hands grab my forearms before forcing me to sit on my bum and shake me violently.

"I am awake! I am awake! So stop shaking me!" I slap Gin's hands away from me before letting out a tired yawn.

"You are going to school even if it means that I have to carry you bridal-style, young man." Yes mom! I think with a roll of my eyes.

"Ok. Ok. Give me ten minutes and I'll be down for breakfast." I swing my legs to the edge of the bed before letting them drop to the floor- My body follows suit.

Now standing on my two tired feet, I yawn once again and stretch my arms until I hear that satisfying pop.

"I'll wait for you here. You go do your thing." Gin then, makes himself comfortable on my bed after organizing and making my private-heavenly-sleeping-territory shine.

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the funny sight in front of me.

"Do you always make the bed for others?"

"Nah. Just you." Gin winks before letting his shining gray eyes drift to the large glass double-doors that overlook the city. As he seems hypnotized by the outside, I make my way to the bathroom then make myself comfortable on the toilet seat.

"Time to release the heavy load."

///- $ -///

After my painful experience on the toilet, I sigh in relief when I feel lighter and energetic.

I pull my pants back on my hips, flush the disturbing smell down the drain and spray some nice smelling spray.

Once I am satisfied with the amount of dust in the air, I walk to the sink where my toothbrush, toothpaste and my hairbrush are located.

First, I grab my toothbrush, wet it with some water before grabbing the paste and loading it on the brush as much as it could fit. Seconds later, I begin the ritual of cleansing my teeth.

Once I am happy with my work, I put everything back to its original place before taking my useful hairbrush and start to neatly shape my hair.

When I am done, I put it back then grab my favorite hair-gel. I lock eyes with myself as I look through the mirror. My short, dark, almost black, hair covering my forehead- the bangs almost reach my eyes- still quite puffy after the brush, so I simply dig my fingers into the sticky material and throw a load of it onto my head.

Massaging my scalp is the first thing I do, spreading everything around, before I begin to play with the shape and thickness of my hair.

///- @ -///

I walk out of the bathroom with a happy smile on my face.

"Alex.." I gasp when a deep voice calls my name.

"Oh shit.. Gin.. Forgot.. you were here.." I rub the back my neck awkwardly, a sheepish laugh escapes my lips.

"And who said that women take hours to get ready?" His expression shows everything, together with his body language.. He is irritated, maybe even angry but the sight of happiness in his eyes, can't be overlooked.

"I am so sorry! I'll make it quick next time!" Gin sighs before rising from my bed.

"You should thank the gods that I have woken you up an hour early. This is your first year in University, I can't- I mean, you can't afford to slack around." He makes his way to me with clam yet large strides. When he reaches me, he grabs me by my shoulders, twists me around and maneuvers me to the walk-in closet.

"Get dressed, quick. I'll go make breakfast. Richard has already left for a business trip so I am in-charge of your everything for the next few days." He leaves after closing the door quietly.

I sigh.

Father has stopped talking to me completely after my mother's death. Though I doubt that he'd stoop as low as to drink, he still expresses his.. Coldness in other ways, at least.. I think he does. If he has hidden motives, then he hides them quite well.

I am not sure that whatever he has been doing with me for the past six years is for my own sake.

He has never told me of disliking me or hating me but he hasn't said anything about loving me either. Sometimes I wonder, if I still mean anything to him.

I shake my head and almost slam my forehead against the wall to wake me up from my thoughts. I should get dressed. It's not the time to be depressed!

Today is the first day of school. From today and for the next three years, I am a University student. My background, my parents and power in the political world means nothing when you are new. At least I hope that it's the case.

Sometimes, it's a good thing that no one knows you.

I grab the things that my brown eyes catch first, and bring the stuff onto my bed. I lay them neatly and observe my pick.

I nod in agreement and begin to take off my Pjs. My shirt was already thrown on my bed, my pants were already half way down when the door to my room slams open.

"AL..e..x..." We stare into each other's eyes before I scream like a girl and cover everything I could with my arms. "-I AM SO SORRY!" Gin turns back to the hall before closing the door.

"YOU IDIOT! NO ONE TAUGHT YOU HOW TO KNOCK?!"

"I SAID, I AM SORRY OK?!"

"SORRY?! YOU ARE SORRY?! IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE GOT TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?!" We start screaming at each other, hurting both of our throats and ears with our loud voices.

"WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE A LITTLE GIRL?! AND WE ARE BOTH GUYS! WE HAVE THE SAME TOOL, JUST THE SIZE IS DIFFERENT, OK!?" I gasp.

"Are you saying.. THAT MY DICK IS SMALL!?"

"WHAT?! I NEVER SAID THAT!"

"THEN WHY MENTION THE SIZE, HUH?!"

"LOOK! I AM SORRY, OK? I'LL KNOCK NEXT TIME! BUT WHEN YOU TAKE THIS LONG TO GET DRESSED WHO WOULDN'T BARGE IN LIKE THAT?!"

"SOMEONE WITH A BRAIN!"

When I hear silence as my reply, I quickly wear my light brown turtle-neck, long sleeved shirt, later comes the black leather pants then the azure leather jacket. After these, I grab my favorite white Adidas shoes.

I make my way toward the body-length mirror, give myself a quick glance then grab my school-bag, shades, wallet, laptop and the books then walk to the closed door before I stop.

"Huh! I should at least smell like a superstar." I walk back to my nightstand and spray my favorite cologne onto different parts of my body.

"Now, I am ready." I nod to myself then make my way to the door. Opening it, I don't see Gin anywhere or around my territory.

"Gin?"

"Kitchen!" He yells.

I make my way toward the kitchen area when my nose catches the most delicious scent that has ever presented itself in this house.

"Like I said, I made breakfast. And to make up for what I have done, I even packed you lunch for school."

"Waahh.." Amazed at the delightful sight before me, I quickly sit on one of the stools and eat to my heart's content when suddenly a piece of food goes down the wrong pipe. I begin to cough hysterically.

"Wow, big boy. Slow down." Gin taps on my back a few times until I calm down. "-Why the rush?"

"This is so good! Why is it so good?!" I moan before taking another piece into my mouth. A smirk appears on Gin's face.

"So my cooking is that amazing, huh? Maybe I should become a Chef instead?"

"W-wha... You wouldn't!" I narrow my eyes as I put the fork down.

"I am joking, joking. I prefer to be next you more than anything."

"That's right!... Wait.. What?""

"I see that you are already done with your meal so just let me-!" When the realization hits me in the face, that he is going to steal my food away from me, I wrap my around the plates protectively.

"Mine!" I narrow my eyes as Gin raises one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows.

"How old are you again?"

"Eighteen."

"Are you? I thought you were twelve." He smirks.

"Oh my g-!!." Gin covers my mouth with his hand.

"Don't mention god's name in vain." He chuckles before uncovering my mouth. I pout like the little child that he he thinks of me to be.

"You are not that much older than I am anyway!" Right?

"I am 26." Gin raises his eyebrow. "-Thanks for suggesting that I look young."

"Oh.." But he does look young. "-Damn, you are old." I laugh at his expression.

"I think it's enough joking around for one day. Let's get going before you choke on another piece of pancake." I narrow my eyes.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Am I?" I groan in irritation.

"Fine. Let's go."

"I drive!" Gin grabs the car keys and runs to the garage... Like a twelve years old.

"Well duh. I am too lazy to." I follow him without question... And without a choice.