|| BRAD ||

The fact the I reeked of alcohol made me feel embarrassed. Seems that Noah had noticed it too but didn't want to mention it. Noah pondered for a while before heading towards his walk-in closet. I wandered around his room and observed every detail I could. It looked quite basic and normal. It was like a standard boy's room and is casual compared to the elegant interior of the other parts of the house. He has a plain white desk with a lot of books and papers. I picked up one of the sheets and saw that it talked about finances and business details. I raised an eyebrow, confused. Then I remembered that he talked about helping out his father with work. Part of me thought that he was just bluffing about it and I didn't take it seriously. My eyes drifted to the other numerous stacked books on the corner of his table. Are all of these his schoolwork or more business work? "I'm back," I heard his voice and turned around. He held up a white hoodie that had a weird word with stripes of green, gold, and red colors in the center of it. "Wear this," Noah said, lending me his hoodie. "I wear slightly oversized hoodies because I find them comfortable, hopefully, it fits you," he said.

"Is this yours?" I said as I slipped it on.

"Yeah," he said, making me blush. When I finally got it on, it hugged my body nicely, not too tight, not baggy, and it shows my shape quite nicely. "You can keep it," Noah looked at me.

"A-are you sure?" I said.

He nods, "I have many," he says as he passed by me to look through his drawers and pulled out some kind of perfume. "Just a spritz to hide the smell of beer please," he said. The mention of beer made my head hurt again. I took the fancy-looking bottle and pressed down lightly. It smelled pretty good. I placed the pieces together and realized that this is Noah's scent, and now I smell like him. A sudden knock was heard from the door, our heads turned to look at it. "Come in," Noah piped. The handle rumbled and turned.

A neatly dressed man in a polo slowly peered over, "Chef Mowery made breakfast," he said. Who the hell is this guy now?

"Thanks, Danny, we'll be down in a few seconds," Noah responded. Danny nodded and quietly excused himself.

"Now who the heck is that? Do you have adopted brothers, friends, or... others that I don't know about?" I said, a bit annoyed but also worried.

"That's just Danny, our housekeeper or butler; though, I don't prefer to refer to him like that. I call him by name and he calls me by my name as if it's casual," Noah explained, lifting a bit of my anxiety off me. Then I was aware of how possessive I was being. It was somewhat scary about how unhealthy this overwhelming jealousy is, but it couldn't be helped. I want him.

"You ready?" Noah's voice snapped me out of my thoughts as I see him adjusting another white hoodie that read "supreme" in bold white letters in a red rectangle. "Uhh... yeah," I said and followed him towards the door.

This was like the time Noah came over to my house, except this time he was the one giving the introduction to his. Noah said I could stay as long as I wanted. Apparently Zack informed Noah a while ago that he called my parents but didn't mention anything about the beer. We began walking down the stairs and made our way to the dining area. And I must say, it's like one of those fancy tables you'd see in a castle with eight seats. A clean white table cloth laid upon it, chairs with white cushions with white gold accents to go with the whole design of the dining room. There, sat close together is who I assume is Noah's parents. From where I stood, they have this powerful aura. I feel somewhat intimidated as if I was scared to touch anything thinking I might break some kind of expensive furniture. "have breakfast with us," Noah said, trying to sound welcoming. I nodded and followed him deeper into the area. His parents' eyes met with mine and I gave them an awkward grin with a wave.

"hello there," the woman greeted me with a smile as she stood up from her seat and walked towards me.

"mom, this is Brad. Brad, these are my parents," Noah gestured with his hands.

"it's very nice to meet you,"  she smiled brightly with her teeth.

"Hello," I said smiling back at her, trying to make a good first impression.

"Noah told us about your fun party last night. Come, have breakfast with us," she said, motioning me to the seat close to Noah who had sat down already.

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I had breakfast with Noah and his parents, they were pretty delightful, but I had a bit of suspicion from his dad's random glances. I would occasionally see him darting his eyes at Noah and me. It was weird but I just hope it doesn't mean anything bad.

A while ago, my mother called and asked, (more like ordered) me to come back home because they were somewhat starting to get worried. Right now, Noah was driving me to my home in his extremely expensive car. I find myself rude but I asked him how much it caused. Let's just say I had a mild heart attack and he compared the price to a house because it was a custom gift for him from his parents.

This kid practically bathes in money, I wonder how many other gold-digging students attempted to befriend him because of them. That scares me.