Chapter2:Reagan

I am a man. A red blooded, adrenaline junky, panty dropping man. It's the explanation to why I do what I do. The heartbreaks, the fights and the late-night partying. It comes with the package, it's my life. I am who the fuck I choose to be and for the past four years I fucking ruled. There was never a second that it crossed my mind to stop and think. I am fucking Reagan Orniel. What I want, I get, and I own it. I am captain of the football team because I want to be. I am heir to the Orniel fortune because I'm born to be. I am a full platinum package. Woman love me. Kids look up to me. Even grown ass men aspire to be me. But this time I got something I didn't want. I owned something I didn't fucking want to own, Dainy Hallows virginity. I woke up this morning with regret, it was the first time that shit has ever happened to me. Who knew she was a virgin. All those times when she got dumped or did the dumping, I felt sorry for the blonde. I was thinking she was just a god awful lay, especially when my team mates kept going on about how easy she was. Unlike her dickhead brother who never stood up for her, I always liked Dainy. Now when I think about it, I understood his reasons. Aiden knew all those rumors were bullshit and regardless of what most people think, Aiden is so far from stupid. He makes my B's look like E's. At school I was dreading the public confrontation between Dainy and I, but when Lucan told me she didn't show, fuck, I felt like shit. I never feel like shit. Then to top it all, some new girl shows up in Eco today. Normally I would've been already balls deep in her before practice, but the girl threw me for a fucking touch down. She was breathtaking with blue eyes, black waist length hair and an appealing sense of humor to go with legs that carried on to Mars. She invited me for dinner at her place. I really wanted to go and I said I will but I found myself outside Dainy's house ten minutes after I left practice. Now here I am staring at my forbidden fruit and fuck my blue balls if I don't want another taste. Dainy squeaks my name and that dominant part of me is thrilled that she's nervous maybe even a little scared. She should be scared. If the girls at school found out she was a virgin she'd be screwed, fuck, most of the guys on the team would be too. Groaning at the thought of all that fucking drama, I stare into those small brown eyes. For the first time I notice that her blonde locks are wet and has fallen out of that messy bun she loves to put it in after she jumps out of the shower. A single hair falls as she masterly secures it again. My gaze follows the wayward hairs descent to the floor. I take in the cut off denims she has practically tattooed from the top of her thighs stopping at the flesh of her hip bone that peaks out from the blue tank top that's sticking to her flesh. Some distant part of my brain is telling me to stop it, stop noticing, cut it out, you have a sexy girl waiting for you. Yet, my eyes slowly rake up her stomach, following the direction of her toned pathway until I'm finally staring at what got me into this mess, those perky rounded gems. It's only when I hear her throaty sound, I look at Dainy's face. Her flushed round cheeks, and slightly scrunched nose are enough for me to realize I'm ogling her like some sick twisted prick. "Dainy," Her name rolls off my tongue like some sappy pup and I cringe. Shaking my head, I do myself a solid and focus on why I'm here, "We have to talk about last-night." Her plump top lip becomes wet as her tongue glides across it. I try, I really do, to muster the control I need to stop me from doing something that I know would land us in a gallon of regret when reality comes knocking. "We can't, Aiden's here and my parents are on the way." "Tonight, leave the window open." Though she seems reluctant she nods, and just like that, I'll be alone with Dainy tonight. I head back to my ride while my mind recalls the first time, I saw Dainy. I'd never forget the day when the Hallows moved in, my best friend Lucan and I were ten. We were flying my helicopter around my house. It was Lucan's turn when he tripped over one of the fountain rocks and lost control of the remote. The helicopter went over the fence and got caught in the tree next door. Lucan was inspecting his bruised knee, that was going to swell up like a roasted marshmallow. I'd never say a thing about it though, it wasn't our way, we were boys not sissies. I left him alone to go get the helicopter and stopped short when I saw a tiny girl with open waist length light blonde hair already climbing up the tree to fetch it. Waiting at the bottom, I scratched my head and watched her steadily climb up the thick trunk. When she got my helicopter, I expected her to throw it down, I even lifted up my hands ready to catch it, but she didn't. Surprising me she stuffed it under her t-shirt. More than half of the body didn't fit, but it was enough to secure it until she got back down to the ground. My friends would've teased her by doing that but I was raised differently. My dad taught me to always see the bigger picture and I did. The girl was smart. When she landed a few feet away from me, she pulled my toy out and turned to face me. She had to look up ‘cause I towered over her even then. Her brown eyes were small and her chubby cheeks were all pink and flushed. I stuck my hand out for her to give me my helicopter so I can go, but she took my hand in her free tiny, dirty one and shook it, "I'm Dainy Hallow, nice to meet ya." "Reagan, ah, Reagan Orniel." Her curious stare made me blush, even then she was so confident, making her sound older than I thought this tiny girl was, "How old are you Dainy." "Eight n a half, and you?" "Ten, can I have my helicopter back." Her smile was way too bright when she handed it back to me. Then I noticed we were still holding hands and quickly took mine back. I walked away that day without a backward glance and stopped only for a sec when she yelled, "It was nice meeting you Reagan." I didn't respond but shook my head smiling, the helicopter dangling from my hand. The sun seemed to shine brighter when I got back to Lucan sitting in the same position, I left him, "What you smiling at?" I laughed at my best friend's grouchy face, shaking my head, "Nothin'." He got up from the floor, dusting out his shaggy black hair and frowned at my smiling blue eyes, "Don't nothing me Orniel spill it." I looked over the fence at the tall tree shaking my head, "Nothin' let's play." And that was the first time I met Dainy Hallow. Jumping into my Rover, I drive the one minute it takes to get to my front gate. The three-meter-high bronze gate opens when I press the button attached to the driver's door. Going around the mermaid fountain, down the driveway which splits into a four-way fork, I carry on straight toward the main house. The vibration in my pocket doesn't go unnoticed as I sling my bag over my shoulder slamming the door with my size ten Jordan's. Without checking the I.D, I bark, "What," to the other end of the line. "Hey, Reagan, It's Lizzy." Sighing, my steps take me closer and faster than I'd like toward the front door of the face brick monstrosity I know as home, "You seem like a nice girl ‘n all Lizzy, but I can't make it today, maybe some other time." I'm not completely sure what I expect her to say, but the silence on the other end doesn't seem good. And if I was some common teenager maybe it would've bothered me, but honestly, I couldn't give a dime. In all truths, the girl is hot and has a great personality but I'm no fool to think she would keep me entertained for long. Unlike the curvy blonde I'm meeting tonight, who has always kept me on the ladder. You never know what you getting with Dainy, the girl has a surprise waiting at every turn. Tonight, however Dainy isn't going to like what I got to say to her and she's certainly not going to agree to anything I'm going to tell her either. "Okay, fine, maybe some other time." I sense the disappointment in her tone, but I don't rethink m decision, I know myself. "Yeah whatever," I end the call and just like that Lizzy with legs that carry on to Mars is a distant memory. My steps falter when I enter the house. My dad is in the middle of the foyer standing at least twelve feet high on a step ladder. His fingers working as he changes the globes of the chandelier. One would think born into money automatically concludes luxury living, hired cleaning services or housemaids at our beck and call, but the truth is, a long line of money equals an even longer line of secrets. Orniel's have more than is legal, our secrets go way back from the 1700's and we aim to keep them as secrets for as long as we can. People like us leave the showing off for the stars and preppy people who were born poor and came into 'riches' by luck or hard work. We don't trust easily so housekeepers, butlers and private chefs are only things we seek out if we have no choice. Garden service is the one luxury we afford ourselves and that too we have hired surveillance watching their every move. Outer appearances and all that shit are important. In reality we very rarely get lucky with obtaining a housekeeper who would never sell you out or steal the first piece of jewelry they find. My dad and I learned the hard way when he married my mother. She swindled him out for ten million dollars. At just five, I first handedly found out the meaning of scam artists. My mother was one and she didn't care that she had a kid or that she could have turned her life around. No, she only thought of the end prize, green Benjamin's aka 'money' with a bold capital M. It was what I was to her, a living price tag. My mother - Cary Stanley sold me to my father for ten million dollars and sweetened it with full custody attached to the deal. She was stupid because my family would've paid billions. I never saw her again and frankly it never bothered me growing up. My dad remarried two years later to a widow named Merrell Smith, my ‘real mom'. The mother to my ten-year old brother Talon and six-year old sister, Lara. "Dad." He ignores me for a few seconds to secure the final bulb, then climbs down the ladder. His gloves are flung on the floor before revealing the blue ‘Orniel eyes' Merrell is crazed about. His unshaven beard twitches in his idea of a smile, "How was practice?" Hitting his back, I pick up his discarded gloves left on the white tiles, and shove it in the back of my jeans. My red t-shirt seems to make friends with the gloves as I trek through the house to get ready for meeting Dainy. I answer him, "same old, old man," as I move through the foyer. "How's that sweet girl of yours." Laughing, because my dad asks me the same thing almost every day. Why the man thinks I'm going to ever answer that question, when we both already know the answer. I got no girl and even if I did, sweet would not be one of her qualities. I run up the hard wood stairs, touching the fish tank that runs across the outside walls separating Talons room from mine. I key in the code for the locks I had installed a few months ago because I found my brother watching porn on my t.v. Once the doors open it's like I entered another home. My brother got a quarter of the second floor, I however got the rest. On my sixteenth birthday, Merrell surprised me when she insisted that she was redecorating the second floor. The idea was absurd and it sucked because we used to have a full gaming room and a private cinema on the second floor. My friends and I hung out in there every day. We didn't have another gaming room but we did have a much bigger cinema room downstairs. It was meant for huge crowds of people but my dad occupied it mostly for work purposes. Apparently, the screen was better than his Apple when he was conducting conference calls to our clients in Germany and London. A few days later Merrell showed me my new room or should I say small pad that vacated three quarters of the second floor. I was speechless. Unlike most teenagers in Liston Hills, my parents are around weekdays. Weekends I'm normally alone. I don't have high school parties often inside my house, as I said earlier, we have secrets. One of them is my father's weapon room which is behind the stairs on the first floor. I do however have pool parties and bonfires occasionally. Dainy unsurprisingly is always having something. I know it's her idea too, she likes entertaining. When we were younger, she'd call like twenty of us over and we'd play darts or some stupid game that would end up with someone crying or angry. When we got older, she threw parties fit for college. She's always known how to have fun. Dainy Hallow was born for entertaining. I wonder how ‘entertaining' Dainy is going to feel tonight, when I sneak into her room later. I shut the door and turn the small knob next to the alarm system for the spot lights mounted into the top corners of the royal blue walls. My place brightens at the same time the automated air freshener switches on. I drop my bag next to the door as I slip off my Jordan's and place my sock covered feet on the grey and teal stone floors. I do a quick scan of the newest editions to my place making sure my brother wasn't in here. The black leather couches and forty grand gaming system was something I did myself two weeks ago. I know I placed an alarm system to keep Talon out, but he is an Orniel, we can't help ourselves. I walk past the multi-colored stone top bar area on my left and straight to the shower room down the hall all the while whistling the school anthem. It's not until the hot streams pour down my naked back, burning the claw marks Dainy left the night before when I made her a woman, I realize that my good mood is solely because of Dainy. I'm anxious to see her. One night with her, just one night and look at me. I hope Dainy agrees to what I got to say for both our sakes because there is no way I'm gonna let some douche touch what's mine.