GAVIN.

"He threw a rock at my car!" Barked the ass hat.

"Are Tony's accusations true, Gavin?" Asked principal what's her name again? Lucifer...Lucinda honestly I don't remember at this point. Too many Lu's in one name.

"I don't know what Bra is talking about. I think that something is seriously wrong with his head." I addressed principal...Lucrecia. I think that's her name.

"Principal Lucia, he did it."

So, her name is Lucia. I was close.

"Do you have any witnesses to back you up?" She shot the question at the piece of shit.

"Yes. Carolina was present. We were umm..." His face flushed red at the phrase. Fucking wuss, can't even say the word kiss without blushing like a 10 year old.

"Yes, go on." The principal urged.

"Yes Bra, tell us what sinful things you and Carolina were up to in the parking lot." I was loving this. Pushing him to the edge. A devilish smirk made its way to my lips.

"We were...umm..."The fucker's face was redder than a tomato. He was a fucking joke.

"I think what Bra here is trying to say is, he was tongue deep in Carolina's throat at the parking lot. It was the grossest thing I have ever had to witness." I chipped in. Tony shot me a murderous glare.

"Is what Gavin said the truth?" The principal's face contorted in disgust.

"Yes. It is. But that's not the point. He fucking threw a rock at my car!"

"Language, young man!" The principal hissed.

"Yes, watch your language young man." I added, earning an annoyed glance from the guy.

"Sorry principal Lucia." He apologized.

"Gavin, you were present at the parking lot at the time of the incident. Correct?"

"Yes. I was."

"So you must have seen the culprit."

"Yes. He was tall, hot and totally cold at heart. Think he was arguing with Bra about something. Probably a girl. Last thing I saw was him picking a rock and smashing it on the windshield."

"That's a fucking lie. There is no guy. He did it! He is making everything up!" The agitated boy screamed.

"Language!"

"You and I both know that it was Gavin who did it. He always does whatever the hell he wants and gets away with it. There is no justice in this school. I don't even know why I came to you for help!" He ranted then stormed out of the office, banging the door loud enough to wake the deceased. Silence resided in the room for a while.

"Well, this was fun. I'll be on my way now." I got up from the wooden chair.

"Not so fast Gavin." The principal halted me.

"What is it?" A bored look settled on my face.

"It's about your mother." At the mention of my mom, a chill ran down my spine. Felt like I was in a morgue.

"What about her." I resumed my seat.

"She called to find out about your academic progress and I'm afraid to say that she was not impressed at all. Especially with your calculus score." She fished out my file from the pile on her desk and started perusing through it.

"When is she ever impressed?" I murmured, trying to ease the tension that was rapidly building up in me.

"Gavin, you have been failing in most of your classes and this will ruin your chances of joining a good college. Your GPA is below average. It's why your mother proposed that you quit basketball and focus entirely on your academics."

She can't do this to me. Basketball is my life. I can't lose it.

"No. I won't quit basketball. I will figure out a way to work on my grades." The words spilled from my trembling lips.

"I'm afraid the decision has been made. You will no longer be on the team. I know that you are one of the best players in the county but I can't do or say anything to change her mind. I'm sorry."

"Well, fuck her!" I banged my fist on the mahogany desk and stormed out of the office. Anger was consuming my senses, filling me up to the point of bursting. My vision was becoming blurry as I navigated the hallway. The intensity of my heart beats was deafening. Heavy pants exited my parted lips.

"Poor Gavin, I overheard that he is no longer going to be team captain." I heard someone say. News sure travels fast in this school.

"He is going to be a nobody just like the rest of us." Another gossiped.

They were right, I was nothing without basketball. A nobody. Basketball was my whole life. My identity. It was the only good thing about this hell of a school. It was my past, present and future. But she snatched it from me. Just like that. Ended my fucking life. I hate her so much. The fact that I came out of her vagina, nauseates me. How did I get so unlucky to be born to dictator like her?

You know what, I am not going down without a fight. She is gonna to have to listen to me.

Angrily, I fished out my phone from my pants' pocket and dialed her number. I rushed into the boy's locker room and closed the door. After several rings, she picked up.

"Good afternoon, son." Her thick intimidating voice echoed through the speaker. There was a time that voice would make me shit my pants.

"Good fucking afternoon boss." I responded, not caring how pissed she would be because of my cussing.

"How many times do you want me to remind you that cussing is inappropriate?" There she goes with her etiquette.

"Well I don't give a fuck." I simply replied, meaning every word.

"Gavin Mileford, you will address me with respect!"

"Or what? What will you do, Octavia Winston Mileford?" I called her by her fucking names.

"I have had enough of your impudence Gavin!"

"Oh, I am just getting started Octavia."

"I don't have time for your childish tantrums, Gavin. I was in a very important meeting that I just walked out of to receive this call." She spat, annoyance brewed in her speech.

"The awards of the mother of the fucking year goes to....Octavia Winston Mileford!" A yell exited my lips accompanied by a desolate laugh.

"What has gotten into you Gavin? Are you high?"

"Yes I am high on anger after what you did."

"What did I do?"

"Are you seriously going to play dumb with me? Okay, I'll remind you what you did since clearly your head is full of shit. You got me kicked out of basketball. Remember that?"

She scoffed, "Is that the reason for this childish outrage? You called me to whine about this, like a spoilt weakling?"

She enjoyed pissing all over my ego. It always worked but not today.

"Gavin, I did what I did for your future. I have always told you that basketball will take you nowhere. It's a distraction that I got rid of so that you can finally focus on what's important. Academics and the company."

"This is my life but for a very long time, I have been living for you. Doing what you wish. You have never cared about what I want." I opened up.

"And what is it that you want? To live without status and wealth all in the name of basketball. You want to throw away everything that your father and I have worked so hard to build. No I will not allow it. You need to grow the hell up, Gavin!"

Her words were like a sword piercing my heart over and over, causing it to bleed. A warm liquid licked my cheeks, an indication that I was crying. Like a loser.

"If you ever disrespect me again, your little boyfriend will pay dearly for it."

"What--- are you talking about?" Confusion surged through me at her statement.

"I know all about your romantic rendezvous with...Carl is it? Yes child, I have eyes and ears everywhere. I know what you've been up to with that boy. Such a shame that he will have to suffer for your insolence."

My heart skipped a mighty beat at the revelation. She fucking knew about Carl and now he was in danger because of me. I had heard rumors of what this devil of a woman was capable of. Making people disappear being one of them.

"Don't hurt him, please." My voice was breaking.

"How pathetic you have become, begging and crying like a weakling. I am ashamed to call you my son." She spat the words like bitter acid. "Now, I have to go back to the meeting. Have a wonderful afternoon, son. Make sure to contemplate on what we discussed." She hang up.

Tears cascaded my cheeks as quiet sobs escaped my trembling lips.

"Gavin..." A soft familiar voice called out my name.

He was standing a few meters from me, paint splotched on the T-shirt he had worn and his hair sat messily on his head. But he looked beautiful.

"What's wrong?" Concern took over his face as he bridged the distance between us.

"Everything." I declared, uncontrollable sobs erupting from my throat. God, I hate that he saw me like this. At my worst.

His small hands cupped my face, his aquamarine eyes boring affectionately into my teary ones. Using his thumbs, he wiped off the tears from my cheeks. An action that caused the organ in my chest to melt. Last night he was the reason for my tears but today he is the one wiping my tears.

"Everything is going to be okay." He whispered then drew me into an embrace. I reciprocated, basking in his warmth that sent waves of comfort all over my tensed being.