The Sweetest Thing....

This is the story of how beauty fell in love with beast. Beauty being Jamelia Glowheart ,a tough cookie who hides from the world and from a painful past .And beast being Hayven Claw who's far from beastly with his wild charming looks and charisma. But he's a womanizing beast, a trouble-making reckless bachelor who happens to be son of a millionaire. So what happens when Jamelia emerges from her baggy hoods and Hayven's not just the rich brat she thinks he is. They both know falling in love is dangerous so what happens when the prince runs away with the pauper, what happens when a girl who's been on the run all her life shoved from pillar to post finds him, finds her safe Hayven? Well all I can say is it's The Sweetest Thing but why don't you find out for yourself......

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3. Hayven

Chapter 2-Hayven

 

 I Needed to get away from here. Away from the polished floors and the fake grass, away from the expectations and the pressure. Away from Royal Dove Academy.  So we did, or should I say I ditched and the other six had a free period. We devised a plan.

Seven of us were gathered around in our swimming trunks.

“Are you lot really going to do this?” Toby said, he was the sensible one out of us two, the only one out of  us lot that wouldn't do stupid things just ‘cause I told him to but I needed an adrenaline rush, something to blow off steam, Mr Tate and Mrs Honeybee knew just how to get me riled up.

“Hell yeah!” We chorused and I pulled the fire alarm.

Instantly  showers of water spurted from the ceiling and students flooded out of their classrooms and that when we did it. We stripped and ran and I would give anything to see the look on the teachers faces again but I wouldn’t be seeing any teachers faces for a while as I was suspended for five days.

“Hayven you know what the press are like, you’ve moved a thousand times because you can’t control your temper but I’m not about to let you mess up again, I thought you said you liked it in Kent?” Abe lectured, ‘one of the world’s greatest directors’ Heat magazine says AKA my dad (lucky me), world famous director Ibrahim Claw, he hated the nickname Abe. I loved it.

“No you said you like Kent, it’s somewhere low profile where no one will find me, remember?” I snapped smashing my phone against the wall, I instantly regretted it afterwards, it was the new Blackberry Z10.

“Hey  most kids would die to have  famous parents you ungrateful little-“

“Ibrahim please!” my mother said, Lola Daniels - supermodel. Out of my two parents she was definitely the favourite. “Don’t be so hard on him; he’s just having a little fun!” She stood on her tiptoes to smother me with kisses.

“At my expense!” He snapped his Turkish accent becoming stronger.

“Everything’s fine, the press no nothing about Hayven’s whereabouts so there’s nothing to worry about…you seem stressed Ibrahim, Tanya book him a spa evening!” Lola said calmly.

“I’m on it!” Tanya, Lola’s PA said, pressing the keys on the phone vigorously. As usual her whole posse was there, the woman that carried her bags- which she apparently needed everywhere she went, the man that held her poodle, a camera crew(I guessed she was on her way to a photo shoot) aswell as her newest Personal assistant, Tanya (they come and go!).

“I don’t need a trip to the spa, I need this kid to have some morals, he set of a fire alarm, ran through school naked and you want me to stay calm!” Abe snarled.

“Right, my dermatologist says it’s not good for my skin to be in stressful envirnmentsso I have to go darlings and Hayven make sure you use that face mask I sent you every night!” Lola said. That face mask she had sent me had been used to start a bonfire a couple of months ago, you’d be surprised how flammable it was! She sauntered off with all her posse unfortunately leaving me to deal with Abe on my own.

“You know to become a doctor you have to be good at everything academic!” Abe said.

“Well if you listened to me once you’d know that I don’t want to be a stupid doctor!”

 I just wish he’d stop directing my life like it’s one of his stupid movies, I’m only seventeen; I just want to live a little. Abe doesn’t understand that. If someone told me he had never been a teenager I would believe them with no question. I just want to be my own person, everyone puts so much pressure on me and I can’t take it. It was always ‘don’t go anywhere without your sunglasses, the press could be lurking anywhere’ all because of something I have no control over .I don’t want designer clothes, I don’t want to be son of Lola Daniels supermodel or Abe Claw director, I don’t want to be liked because of my name, is that so bad? But no Abe had me going to a posh private school with a bunch of snobby suck ups that hadn’t worked for anything in their lives and what I hated most was I hadn’t either. Royal Dove Academy was a prison that had us all wearing that stupid uniform making us all the same and to other schools in the area we were rich snobby brats that had everything we wanted. Well they couldn’t be more wrong.

Abe dropped me back to school to get my motorbike; he was leaving for America with Lola in a few minutes. Which would mean I would be alone again holed up in that oversized mansion like a loner. People had it all wrong about famous people they didn’t have it all not the things that were important. It’s like constantly being in the Big Brother house. I suppose it’s not so bad for me, the press can’t get tome as they don’t know where I am but sometimes paparazzi makes me sick. I read in a magazine the other day that Abe had a haircut and they knew before I did. But I shouldn’t be surprised my parents visits are on yearly basis if that and there mostly provoked to come if I’ve done something ‘stupid’ as Abe would say.

As I made my way to the school parking lot where my motorbike waited, a French manicured hand slid around my waist. Nicole Cracroft. Normally girls were a little more subtle but Nicole made it clear from the minute I got to Kent, that she liked me; more than liked me she was obsessed with me.

Don’t get me wrong Nicole was hot. Between her long blonde hair, sun kissed skin all year round and those curves she was the girl every guy wanted…well not every guy. She was the needy, controlling, jealous type and now she wouldn’t leave me alone and Hayven rule No.1 is to never tie yourself down to one girl. I’d spent this whole year trying to get rid of Nicole but she was an annoying fly that wouldn’t go away.

“Hello Hayven, baby!” Nicole said in her high pitched voice.

“Nicole I’m really busy right now!” I said side stepping her.

“Someone told me your parents were in town?” Nicole said of course she was pestering me because of my famous parents.

“Who?” I said and then I realized how defensive I sounded. “It doesn’t matter!” I sidestepped her heading for my bike but she followed me.

“Well?”

“They were?”

“What they’re gone!” she said stricken, it was disgusting really.

“Not yet,”

“So what happened to that date you promised, I like them simple maybe pizza at your place!” She suggested. It seemed I could go nowhere without people knowing about my parents. And I didn’t remember promising anyone a date as I had never been on one (they just weren’t necessary) so there wouldn’t be one.

“Sorry…Nicole, but I’m grounded because of what happened so I can’t go out!” I lied; it was probably a blatant lie but what else could I do she didn’t seem to be shifting.

“Since when has Hayven Claw done what he was told!” Never. She stood on her tiptoes to meet my lips but instead she met my hand.

“Since, now!” I said and before she could utter a single word, I jumped on my bike.

 

Twenty minutes later, I arrived at my early birthday present to myself. It was a derelict house which would be my latest design product, yeah right now the house looked run down but that was the fun, I could make something beautiful out of what other people would call a piece of junk.

I walked around the paint pots that littered the floor, kicked off my combat boots and leather jacket. Yeah this might not be the million pound mansion I lived in but it felt more like home. I flicked on the radio and began to paint letting the soothing brush strokes and the hum of the radio drown my sorrows. This house was the only place where nothing was expected of me, I wasn’t Abe Claw and Lola Daniel’s son, I wasn’t Hayven Claw ‘hottest boy in school’, I was nobody, just plain old Hayven and I couldn’t be happier.

I arrived at my early birthday present to myself. It was a derelict house which would be my latest design product, yeah right now the house looked  run down but that was the fun, I could make something beautiful out of what other people would call a piece of junk.

I walked around the paint pots that littered the floor, kicked off my combat boots and leather jacket. Yeah this might not be the million pound mansion I lived in but it felt more like home. I flicked on the radio and began to paint letting the soothing brush strokes and the hum of the radio drown my sorrows. This house was the only place where nothing was expected of me, I wasn’t Abe Claw and Lola Daniels’s son, I wasn’t Hayven Claw ‘hottest boy in school’, I was nobody, just plain old Hayven and I couldn’t be happier.

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