Bitter Pill(Undeserved)

CHAPTER 9*The Arsehole's Brother*

   **TREVOR POV**

Being back in this town sucks especially after 2years, I have always despised the idea of ever coming back here, which was one of the reasons why I made it a habit to cause trouble in the boarding school. 

 Once it the school year is coming to an end or we have a vacation approaching I would make sure to create a problem, that way I know the school would call for my parents. 

My parents usually show up in a day a two settle with the school, I'll get scolded and to punish me they would call my uncle Zachariah who is an ex-marine to pick up for the holidays. 

They always say Uncle Zachariah would discipline me and set my head straight, what they don't know is that my uncle and I have a special bond because I go over to his place for the holidays he spoils me plenty. 

I do what I want, go anywhere I like, eating what I prefer to eat, and he takes me clubbing with him, and that's to uncle Zachariah I had s*ex for the first time in a clubhouse with two hot girls, we gave me the best experience of my life.

Before my 18th birthday, uncle Zachariah had promised to make my 18th birthday a memorable one, and he did. He kept to his promise, and I remember him throwing me a pack of condom that night and pushing me into the VIP room with those girls while telling me I cannot be 18 and still be a virgin.  

The entire ordeal was weird for me at; first, I go to an all-boys boarding school the farthest have gone watching adult film and m**********g, but that night those ladies opened my eyes into a whole new world of ecstasy and ever since then, s*ex has not departed from my life. 

 And having enough girls is the only reason why I became close to the jocks in this new school, I am not one for friendship. In my old school, my classmates know that I don't make acquaintance with anyone, I am stubborn yes, I cause trouble a lot but friends I don't keep. I have boys in my class that like being seen with me for whatever reasons known to them.

But they know to keep me out of their business and stay out of mine unless I say otherwise. I think I have always been this way. Skylar and I were never that close in a sense like sharing secrets, but I loved him as my brother, and so did he.  

The years I spent with him while growing up before I got shipped away to the boarding school after I came back from spending six months in Juve because of my troublesome nature. Skylar and I always respected each other's privacy never prying to know what the other was up to,

I never asked what he did or why he is who he was, and he never questioned the things I did I remembered then, whenever I caused trouble mom would nag and scold me asking why I couldn't take after my brothers personality. Skylar would always say to her "You can't say that mom, he is who he is, and I am who I am, you just have to love him for being himself." 

    Hearing say these words then always made me feel emotional, the fact he always scolds our mom for comparing us instead of accepting our individuality, gave him a special place in my heart. 

Skylar was the only reason why I came home the two times that I did in three years that I was away, and then somehow I just drifted, and I stopped coming back, but we would always communicate on social media and call now and then. 

Although I never showed it through my actions, I cared for Skylar, and when mom called to inform me of his death, I was devastated. 

I remember hanging up on mom the day she called, I thought it was a prank to get me to come home, then she called again, and the only thing I heard from the other line was her endless sob and when she finally composed herself. 

She told me my only brother Skylar had died, the news came as a shock, and for a minute I couldn't function, the phone stayed glued to my ear, and it felt like life had left me. 

 I haven't seen him for two years, and the next thing I hear is the news of his death, and it all came crashing on me that feeling of regret, the sense of had I known I would have shown him through my actions how much I cared about him, how much I loved him as a brother and what special place he held in my heart. 

 The most devasting part of it was the fact that when I got home, I got to learn that the body of my brother Skylar was, burnt to ashes. 

No bone, not even the remnant of his flesh. The only thing that gave the police knowledge that it was Skylar and c*ontact the family was the half-burnt ID card, that might have been blown across the road by the wind. 

Even what was, left of his car was beyond recognition, and mom told me what had happened the day before he died. 

I had asked, where he was going, and mom explained everything that had been going on to me and the reason why my brother is dead was the fault of that assholes family, yet they go about their daily lives as if nothing happened.  

Bryce tapped on my shoulder roughly, alerting me that class was over and snapping me out of my thoughts.

And I looked around to see that half of the students were already out of the class. 

I packed my books back into my strap bag, throwing it over my shoulder and followed behind them out of the classroom. 

 As we walked down the corridor around the corner Bryce and Nate made fun of the girls they went bowling with last night and how they had overdressed to impress them thinking the boys were in for something serious not knowing Bryce and Nate only had an interest in f*****g them and leave. 

 Nate tried imitating the voice of one of the girls but only ended up making a fool of himself as Bryce with the other boys, and I started laughing. 

As we rounded the corner, I noticed the hallway was almost empty with one or a few students roaming about it, and  I wondered how the kids here are always in a hurry. 

As I looked around the hallway, the sound of locker slamming shut loudly caught my attention, and I turned my heads towards the direction to see a small figure, probably a boy from their choice of clothing looking towards our direction. 

The face of the person wasn't visible due to the bangs covering his face, but I could swear I heard a gasp as he realised I was staring at him and I watched in amusement as the said boy stuffed in books in his bag. 

The boy fumbled with the key of his locker, and that was when my mind suddenly registered who he is. He is that asshole's little brother that came over to the house looking for Skylar. 

He succeeds in locking his locker, and he throws his bag over his shoulder speed, walking down the hallway, and I called after him.

"Hey, Jaidyn's little brother stop." 

I called for him, but the little bastard only increased his pace. 

"You little piece of sh*t I said stop." 

I Called loudly, and that only made him the race of out through the door and I balled my fist, clenching my teeth in anger. 

"Hey dude what do you want with that freak, let him be." 

Nate says, and I turned to him. 

"Do you know him."

I asked Nate, who looks at me sceptically. 

"why are do you ask."

Bryce says, and I turned to him, making sure I masked the rage on my face. 

"He looks like my brothers friend little brother, but he won't let me talk to him to confirm, and no one seems to know anything about him in this school, no student." 

I replied, and Bryce sighed. 

"Some of them only know him as bangs, that's what most students call him around here, but his name is Reilly Corkett. We used to be in the same group of friends as a child, and he was super friendly and cute. All of a sudden he just stopped joining the group for plays and as the years progressed he stopped talking to everyone, no one in this school talks to him I could say 70% of the students here does not know he exists and the 30% that knows don't care. If you don't want to make a fool of yourself by getting snubbed all the time, leave him to himself."

"Okay."

I replied monotone as Bryce finished explaining all there is about Jaidyn's little brother Reilly. 

Now that I know his name dealing with him won't be difficult anymore, we pushed open the door and walked over to Bryce truck the boy all got in waiting for me join, but I stopped halfway when my mind filtered through the things Bryce had said and my interest piqued at one of his statement about Reilly. 

"Hey, dude you coming in or not." 

Lewis asked, and I put down my right foot that was already halfway in the truck. 

"No, I just remembered my mom asked me to pick up somethings from her friend. You guys can go ahead I'll join you all later when I am through with helping mom, I'll call you Bryce." 

 I said to them, and they nod, closing the door of the truck and speeds out of the school entrance. 

And I walked out of school heading towards my destination, there was something with the boy Reilly, and I need answers, I need to know his weakness and strength if I want to get to his family through him.