GAVIN'S POV.

If God were to ask me, "Gavin my beloved child which day of the week should I eliminate?" Then my answer would be Monday.

I fucking hate Monday. It's the worst day of the week because it involves a lot of classes. I hate sitting in class for forty long minutes just to listen to sad old losers, teach about stuff that I won't probably need in my life.

Who needs Physics? Or Calculus? Or Geography and Biology?

I am filthy rich. My bank account is pregnant with millions. To top it all up, I'm captain of the basketball team and the best player in the county. My future is fucking blinding. So why in the world do I have to study?

"Gavin, you need to have a good education just like your dad and I. Only then, will you be a good CEO someday." My mom's words echoed in my head.

Yeah whatever, mom.

That Monday morning, I was strolling along the endless hallway of River Bridge High, feeling like shit. My hair was ruffled, eyes still foggy with sleep and I had put on a pair of sweats and a plain t-shirt. I looked like a pile of shit. Despite that, I didn't miss the lustrous glances that thirsty bitches threw my way.

"Yo, got run over by a train or something?" Roman's voice attacked my ears causing me to wince. He was too fucking loud.

"Sssh." Was my retort.

"Guessing you had a rough night." He slung his arm over my shoulders as we walked along.

"The worst night." I yawned.

"Dude, did you even brush your teeth? You smell like a hyena's ass." He teased me.

"And how the fuck would you know the smell of a hyena's ass? You eaten a hyena's ass before?" I shot back, causing him to chuckle.

"No. But I can tell that it's smelly because it has poop smeared all over it and flies buzzing all around it." His vivid description was causing nausea to build up in my belly. Dude was disgusting.

"Disgusting mother fucker." I groaned, causing him to burst into laughter. Dipping my hand into my pocket, I fished out a packet of mint which I mostly carry around with me. I sprinkled a few mints on my palm then shoved them in my mouth.

"Seriously, why are you looking like shit on a Monday morning?" He inquired, after calming down from the laughter.

"I was going through daily reports of the company. You know, since mom and dad are away."

"Awww...Miley is such a responsible kid. I could just smooch his adorable cheeks." He spoke in a childish voice then as expected pecked me on the cheek. I elbowed him on the rib as payback, causing him to hiss. I chuckled in return.

"Awww did that hurt?" It was my turn to tease him.

"It did but I'm gonna let it slide because you are my bestest friend in the whole wide world. Also, because I'm in a good mood today." He said.

"And why is that?"

"Well, remember yesterday at church when you told me to get closure with Vera."

"You mean your ex." I reminded him with an eyeroll.

"Yes. But not for long because soon, she'll be mine. And this time, I won't let her go."

"How can you be so sure?" I curiously inquired.

"Because last night, I went to her place to confront her but we ended up kissing and doing other stuff. She let me make love to her and man I couldn't get enough of the way she kept calling out my name. She is still in love with me. I know it. Last night confirmed it."

"Wow. What of her new boyfriend?" Is all I managed to ask.

"She doesn't love that motherfucker. I know she's just using him to make me jealous. The person she truly loves is me." He declared confidently.

"You sure that she's not playing you?" I raised a concern. "Rom, look...I know that you are hypnotized with her and all but you have to remember that she dumped you for another guy. Just yesterday, she posted a video of her, twerking butt ass naked on another guy's lap. No amount of sex can fix your relationship because It's broken beyond repair so please, just move the hell on." I ripped the band aid off, not caring to sugar coat anything. He needed to hear the plain and painful truth.

Hurt flashed in his eyes at my revelation.

"Rom, I was there with you when she dumped you. I saw all the shit you went through after the break up. She messed you up. I don't want you to go through that again. " I reasoned with him.

"You're right. But what if it's different this time? What if she still loves me?" He inquired hopefully.

"She doesn't love you because if she did, she wouldn't have walked away. She wouldn't have had the audacity to post that video of her twerking on another guy's lap. She should have respected your relationship." I tried getting through to him.

"You're right man..but what will I do when she's the only one I love? I don't know if I'll ever love anyone else..." He broke down in tears.

"It's okay Rom, let it all out." I embraced his sobbing form. Seeing him break because of some bitch who didn't deserve him, infuriated me. I despised seeing him sad. What's worse is that, I couldn't take away the ache in his heart. No amount of hugs could fix his shattered heart.

"Aww.. isn't this just the cutest scene of all time?" A voice which I discerned as Natasha Yen's ambushed my ears.

Roman broke off the hug and I handed him a handkerchief which he blew his nose on and wiped away the tears from his cheeks.

"You guys are so cute. It's almost as if, you are dating." Natasha, insinuated and her minions giggled in return. Natasha was the captain of journalism club in the school and she was always snooping around for intel. Gathering dirt on people and publishing it in her gossip blog. Her minions who were a splitting image of a Barbie doll, were always by her side.

"What the fuck do you want, Yen?" I fired back.

"The truth about your relationship status. I heard a rumor that you prefer dicks to pussies these days. Care to comment." Her pink coated lips stretched into a smile as she aired her rumours.

What the fuck! Is this bitch high on meth or something?

"Your sources must be stupid to spread such rumours about me." I defended.

"After witnessing the hugs you were sharing with him a while ago, I have more proof of the allegations." She declared.

"Bitch, this is my best friend! Am I not allowed to comfort him when he's hurting?" I was getting agitated each passing second.

"Not on the school grounds because as you we all know, this school has zero gay policy. Which means, no intimate same sex interaction within school grounds. " She blurted and her minions batted their long fake lashes in agreement. How I wish to pluck out those lashes and stuff them down their stupid throats.

"You know what? I don't have time for this shit. Rom, let's go to class." I declared.

"Not so fast, Gavin." She grabbed my wrist, thus halting me. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is? Does she know who she's messing with?

"Yen, let go of my hand this minute." I voiced, my jaw clenching.

"Or what? You're gonna tell everyone that I have lice on my butt hair? Newsflash, everyone knows that already. It's all thanks to you, Gavin. You made sure to ruin my life...and now it's my turn to ruin yours." She spat the words, bitterly.

Laughter roared from my throat at her statement. She had made my day. Taken me down the memory lane when I sent an anonymous text to the whole school about lice infestation on her butt hair. It all started when she wrote a hurtful article about one of my team mates. That's when I came up with the perfect way to avenge him.

"Yes, keep laughing but in a minute, you'll be in tears." She threatened.

"Those little lice on your butt really have made you delusional. My advice, you should scrape them off while you can." I commented, causing Roman to giggle.

"For the last time, I DO NOT HAVE LICE ON MY BUTT!" Her yelling managed to grab some unwanted attention. Everyone's eyes were on us. Some were filming the scene.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, be aware of the lice queen. Guard yourselves well before she infects you with the dangerous lice crawling all over her hairy butt. Remember, prevention is better than cure." I announced to the onlookers who roared with laughter while filming the scenario. Natasha was so pissed that I could literally see smoke puffing from her ears. If looks could kill, I would be six feet under, rotting away.

"Gavin, you shouldn't have done that. Now everyone in school is gonna know that you are a faggot. " She seethed in a low tone of voice.

"What are you yapping on about?" I mocked.

She swiftly typed something on her phone and suddenly my phone chimed.

"Take a look at your phone." She declared.

"What? Did you send me nudes or something?" I joked.

"Keep joking but when you see the video I've sent, you'll be saying a different story. Soon, the whole school will watch that video of you and Carl. It's over for you Gavin and if I were you, I would have started clearing out my locker."

I had no fucking idea what she was talking about. What video of Carlito and I?

"Have a fantastic day, faggy." She whispered and walked away, accompanied by her minions. The crowd of students that had gathered, witnessing the scene had also dispersed leaving Roman and I.

"What was she talking about?" Roman inquired on our way to calculus class.

"No idea." I shrugged.

We got to the classroom minutes later. Giggles from the ladies who always seem to be obsessed with me, echoed in the room upon my arrival. I spotted Madeline licking her rubicund lips and fixing her boobs, exposing her cleavage further for my eyes to devour. Doesn't she ever give up? Must be really exhausting trying to impress someone who gives zero fucks about you.

Once a desperado, always a desperado.

My desk was located behind the class, next to the window which had a perfect view of nature. During most of the lectures, I would stare out the window, counting trees and passing ants or something. Another advantage of sitting next to the window was to breathe in fresh air...especially because at times the classroom would be stuffy because of the farts. You heard that right, people in this classroom fart like nobody's business. It smells like a dead rat. I nearly suffocated once upon a time.

Thank God for the window which supplied me with plenty of fresh air. Otherwise, I would have died. How humiliating it would have been for a legend like me to die because of smelly fart.

When I got to my desk, my desk mate, a skinny dark complexioned lass pulled out the chair for me. She let out a smile which revealed her braces-infested mouth.

"Morning, Gavin." She greeted as I took my seat.

"Morning metal mouth." I answered, placing my calculus books on the desk.

"You look nice today." She complimented me. Knowing too well that I looked like shit.

"Did you finish my geography assignment?" I got straight to business. Yes, I have people who do assignments for me. I pay them ofcourse. Since I have a lot on my plate, I barely have the time to do my own assignments.

"Yes I did. " She nodded causing her raven locks to bounce. "Is there any other assignment you would like me to do for you?" She asked.

"When something comes up, I'll let you know." I retorted.

"Goodmorning class. Sorry for my tardiness." The calculus teacher apologised while erasing the writings on the white board. Calculus was literally my worst subject and I kept praying to the heavens that the calculus teacher would get gonorhoea or some untreatable disease so that he doesn't show up for class.

Unfortunately my prayers have never been answered. The fucker is too healthy. He has never had a sick day.

"I have already marked the calculus quiz that I had given last week. Most of you performed really well. One student in particular did an excellent job. He scored 40/40 in the quiz. " The loser ranted.

"There are also other students who performed exceptionally poorly." The calculus teacher's eyes landed on me while making his statement. He can't blame me for scoring the least because I hate the fucking subject.

"It's why I have come up with a list. It's a tutor-tutee list, where the best perfomed students will help the least performed students boost their grades." The teacher added.

"Carl Mendez, congratulations. You scored everything in the quiz. So proud of you young man." The teacher called and the class applauded him. The boy is a genius, I give him that.

"Gavin Mileford, you scored the least in the quiz..you need to pull up your socks. It's why starting today, Carl will be your tutor. I suggest that you give him your full cooperation. Are we clear?" He addressed me.

"Yes, sir." I retorted knowing too well that I'm fucked.

The boy that I blackmailed and bullied is the very same boy who is going to be my calculus tutor. Great! I'm loving this day so fucking much.