I'M SO SORRY GUYS FOR MAKING YOU WAIT SO LONG. I was busy in writing my other story, making videos for my first story and a manga/comics. Anyways, here's the next chapter, enjoy^^

Freya's POV (Brandon's mom)

That day I was feeling sick. And because of it got up rather early and went to toilet and vomited. Then went downstairs to our kitchen to prepare breakfast.

"Good morning, darling. You've got up early than usual. Has anything happened?" My husband, Brian, said while hugging me from behind.

"No, I felt a little bad but now am fine." I assured him and put my bead on his collarbone.

"You sure?" I always liked his concerns but sometimes they got irritating.

"I'm fine. Now take a seat as the breakfast is almost ready!" He did as I told him. "I'll go and wake our sleeping royalties." I said and went upstairs. First I woke my little girl Milena up, then went to Brandon's chaotic room. Seriously, I will never get this young man clean up his room. But what surprised me more was that there were a pile of history books instead of biology, anatomy and maths but his two barbells were still there. Since when he's got addicted to history? I thought he hated it more than Justin Bieber. I walked up to his bed. He didn't even took off his clothes and was lying there like a dead body.

"Brandon, wake up." But he didn't. I tried again but no use. Ok, he's extremely exhausted to death I'd say. I put my hands on him and shook him.

"GET YOUR FUCKING STRAW BY YOURSELF, BITCH!" he jumped out of his sleep not even registering who was next to him. Plus I forbid him using that language!

"BRANDON!?" as if realizing his mistake he laughed sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. Every time he does this it means he's nervous.

"Mom? Um… good morning?"

"Did you forget your promise of not using that language at home?" I asked as a matter of a fact.

"uh, no…I just… blew up unintentionally?"

"Watch it Brandon or else your dad and I would reconsider the though of buying a car for your soon birthday present!"

"Sure mom!"

"Now come down, breakfast is ready." I said and left.

Brandon's POV

Shit, I didn't even know mom was here and all because of that damn blonde. I had to stay up late to finish the shit we were doing to get higher marks! I lazily got up and went downstairs. My sis and dad were already up.

"Good morning, everyone." I said lazily and hopped on the seat.

"Hi, big brother." My sis greeted.

"Hey, Brandon. I've heard you were learning history and, sincerely, am surprised!" my dad said.

"I have to do it because I've appeared to be in partnership with an insane blonde psycho to get higher marks at this subject." I said.

"And who's that lucky girl that got the chance to be your partner in this?

"Certain psycho named Stella Solarian."

"Solarian? Hm… what a familiar name." mum said.

"Yes, it sounds familiar to me as well." Now dad. Am I the only one who doesn't understand what's going on?

"Um.. What are you talking about?" and dad said.

"Oh, I think I remembered. Radius Solarian, the chief police officer of the CID." A chief of police? Wait, so that girl's daddy… oh shit.

"Right. Once a good police officer in his youth, then before getting promotion he got married to an Italian designer Luna Bellini. She is a good designer, one of the greatest. She had a break for 14 years and then came back to her career." Mom said excitedly. "Oh, Brandon, you're such a 'bad boy', wanna hang out with their girl?" just to mention that I was drinking my orange juice and when I heard mom said it I nearly split it up.

"No, mom. There's no way I would be hanging out with that psycho, believe me."

""Of course." She wasn't convinced. But I was serious. I mean that girl's not attractive, is too short for her age and doesn't know how to behave herself while those hot Italian girls are so gorgeous, polite, have figure and sexy. Suddenly my phone beeped. It was a massage from Annette.

Annette: Good morning, gentleman I will be ready in 10 minutes. See ya then.

Me: Cool, I'll be waiting at your place, milady.

"Um… I gotta go now." I said and went upstairs to fix my appearance. Then got my bag and went down

"Good luck, honey!" I heard mom saying. Closing the door I made up mu way towards Annette's house that was right in front of our house sand waited for Annette.

"Hi again, Brandon!" I heard and turned my head to see the most beautiful girl standing there with a bright smile.

"Hey." Finally finding my voice.

"It's pretty wet outside." She said and approached me.

"Hmm?"

"Didn't you see yesterday's rain?"

"Rain?/ Was it raining?"I asked feeling like a dumbbell. She laughed.

"Oh, Brandon. You're so funny. I mean how could you not notice that rain?"

"Perhaps because of a certain psycho."

"Do you mean Solarian?"

"Bingo."

"

"I don't think she's that bad."

"Ok,. Whatever Let me carry your bag.". I said as I extended my hand to take her bag. But she moved it away.

"No, please, Brandon. I can carry it by myself. No need for it."

"Oh come on!" I took her bag. "Ladies mustn't carry heavy stuffs." I said proudly.

"As you say, my gentleman."

I so loved when she called me like that. It made the happiest man on this earth. An awkward atmosphere fell upon us while we walked. I tried to come up with a conversation but nothing was coming to my mind.

"So, what hav you been doing before getting back here?" she asked.

"We've been living in Los Angeles. We have to go there and then got back here because of my dad's job. He's a doctor and is a specialist in every field. He's good at everything that refers to medical care, health… in short he's a genius doc." I loved telling about my dad. He was always there if we needed. I remember one day I fell from a bike and twisted my foot he helped me to overcome it. His name was well-know and everyone trusted him and always asked for advice. I always admired him and wanted to be a doctor like him.

"Yeah, I remember him helping everyone out."

"He's the best."

"I see you admire him. What is going to be your future occupation?'

"Doctor like him."I said proudly.

"You'll make a good one, I'm sure." Again that smile that gives life even to a dead.

"Thanks. What about you?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet. But I'm thinking of becoming an actress."

"Cool. Now I imagine you as a great Hollywood star." But other part of me didn't like that idea. Because more and more boys would be going to be interested in her, don't even mention those kissing and l, what's worse, sex scenes in the movies.

By that time we reached the courtyard of our school and were to go down the stairs. But I noticed Annette slowing down.

"Is anything wrong?" I asked. O saw her climbing hardly down.

"No, it's just… the first time I wear high-heels and think they're higher than expected." She said sheepishly.

"I'll help you." I extended my hand to her. "Here, give me your hand" feeling the touch of her small hand in my huge one was so… miraculous. Her hand was so soft and fragile that I even got scared if I grabbed it a little tighter, it was going to break.

"What the hell you want from me, woman?" we heard a couple arguing while climbing down.

"Don't you understand I need your attention, your are! Why can't you be…. Like that guy over there!?" she pointed at me. "See he's helping his girlfriend and carries her bag! This is how someone cares for the other one!" Girlfriend? I wish it was true. I want Annette to become my girlfriend but too scared to tell her. Perhaps because I don't want to hear her telling me that we can't be a thing because she still has feelings for that motherfucker and get rejected. I was so busy with my thoughts that loosened the grip on Annette's hand she stumbled nearly falling down. But, thanks to my quick reflexes, I caught her and instead of falling down the ground she landed on my embrace. I stood still to not fall back. My hands were tightly hang on her waist and our faces were extremely close to each other. I could feel her hot breath on my face, her slim figure under my grip, her black hair petting my face and floating due to the wind. I couldn't avert my eyes from her beautiful pale skin, radiating under the rays of the sun, from her gorgeous light blue eyes where I could lose myself, from her soft glowing red lips that I always wanted to taste. I felt myself blushing slightly when her blush on her plumpy cheeks made her look the most wanted woman you'd see ever. I'm sure she'd look more beautiful even without that slight makeup. She's like the new Snow White perhaps more beautiful and kind)hearted than her. No wonder all the boys , even those who already had girlfriends, always looked at her with those wolf eyes.

Annette broke the eye contact looking away with her eyes closed but it worsened the situation. Now her scent was driving me crazy and my eyes landed on her beautiful, now long neck. Oh shit. I should take my hormones under my control otherwise I'll something that will regret later. But it's easier said than done. I wanted to bury my face in her neck and shower it with kisses.

"Brandon, please, don't look at me like that." her sweet, angelic yet weak voice came out. Great, Brandon, you just made her feel uncomfortable.

"Sorry." I whispered put her on the ground but still standing closer to each other and my hands still around her waist. Out of blues a camera's flash came out.

"Awe, you look so cute together. I'll name this article 'The princess and her Knight: Forbidden love'.

"Jessica!" I and Annette said at the same time. Thanks to this girl our faces look like tomatoes!

"Please, don't post that picture. Brandon was just helping me to climb the stairs. I'm wearing high-heels and couldn't climb down." Annette begged.

"But you were down and didn't apart. So this means something's happening between you two." Jess smirked.

"No, nothing's happening between us and never will." Ouch, that one hurt. Again I felt this feeling of disappointment. What am I supposed to do so that she stopped loving that asshole. I clenched my fist from a though of this asshole but loosened it and sighed..

"So, you're not going to post it, are you?" Annette asked.

"Hm… I'll think of it but for now let's move to the class, lesson is about to start." Jess said and walked. Our first lesson was English and I will be with Annette, Sky, Musa, Aisha and… Daniel.