The Extravagant Maverick Parker

Asher boastful story

The new day came. It welcomed the citizens with slightly cold weather, combined with sunlight peeking through several thin clouds in the sky.

Having finished with bathing and dressing up, Maverick got down to the kitchen. By the time he stepped closer to the dining table, Asher, Marshall, and Louisa were there. They didn't greet him. Even, they pretend as if he weren't there.

Looking at such a situation, Maverick was cool as a cucumber. He might feel irritated inside, but he got used to it. He also acknowledged they disliked his existence in there. That was why he planned to save more bucks, so that he could reside in a new place.

Yet, while he was ready to take a loaf of bread, Louisa glanced at him indifferently. She then snapped, "Who asks you to have breakfast with us?? Have you forgotten to do the washing-up?!"

Maverick rolled his eyes. The frustration glinted in his orbs. In contrast, he attempted to negotiate politely, "Can't it be done after I grab a bite? I'll do it afterwards. I promise."

Louisa sighed vehemently. She assumed her nephew slowly turned into a defiant young adult. "Are you trying to disobey my command?" Louisa snorted.

"N-no, I'm not." Maverick stammered. The scare was clearly perceived in his tone. Whenever it was his aunt or uncle who threw commands at him, he obeyed with respect. Unconsciously, the more respect he put on became indefinite scare to them.

Then, Marshall darted a cold stare at him. He did not plan to defend his biological nephew although Maverick was his brother's only son. To him, Maverick had been a burden since his elder brother died on car crash a few years ago.

Consequently, he joined by saying, "Just do it, Mavvie. Nobody will do the washing up after we all finish with these meals."

The words uttered by his uncle made the hunger in his stomach growl harder. Honestly, he wanted to lie on another protest, so he could fill his belly with a few things on the dining table. However, he didn't want to add fuel to the fire.

Standing up from the chair gently, Maverick walked to the sink where the plates were stacked like a tower. In silence, he washed them with soap and water. At the same moment he was busy with the dishes, Asher shared another story regarding Maverick's bruised face.

"Mom, don't you notice the bruises on Maverick's face? It's still there although it's been a few days." Asher stirred up the topic while savoring a BLT sandwich in his hands.

As the word 'bruises' was mentioned, Louisa put a glance at Maverick from the side while sitting afar. "Oh yeah. It looks blue, still. Did you know how he got it, dear?" She stared in shock.

"Here is the brief story," Asher uttered after he gulped a bit of milk from his glass. "He was attacked by Aiden because he tried to steal his food." He twisted the fact intentinally to ruin Maverick's good image.

Immediately, Maverick stopped his activity. His head turned to Asher with a furious expression. "I was not trying to do it!" He snapped.

"Oh, really?!" Marshall listening to his son's story stared in disbelief. He started to doubt Maverick's innocence due to the false story shared by his son.

Maverick locked his orbs at Marshall. Through his stares, he begged his uncle to believe his innocence. "I'm serious, Uncle. I didn't do it," He assured.

Asher turned to Maverick furiously. He clenched his jaw and snapped, "You'd better admit it! That's why Aiden hit you."

"But it wasn't like that. It's just.." Maverick tried to confirm, but his words were cut by Louisa.

"That's nonsense! Go on with the washing-up or you or I'll cast you away from here!" Louisa warned. Her cold stares were darted like tiny swords, straight to Logan's chest.

Again, Maverick was stunned. Neither his uncle nor his auntie believed his words. In his silence, he continued washing up the rest of the dishes. Forty minutes later, he finished, and he started having his breakfast.

-**-

At 09.10AM, Maverick was in the classroom. It was led by Mrs. Clarkson, the young lecturer of statistical business. The charming figure in her formal attire explained the impact of statistics to a business firm. Besides that, she demonstrated how to calculate a sort of data accurately.

Most of the students were attentive to the lecture, especially Logan. He really noted down the important points given by Mrs. Clarkson. There was no wonder on his passion to learn since Logan was known for his dilligence and punctuality.

When the class was about to finish, the young lecturer announced an individual project plan, "Alright, class. I would like you to do a field research, regarding the statistical data in a company."

The announcement received various reactions. A few of the students exchanged ideas about the given project, while some of them aimed protests. Contrastingly, Maverick himself decided to be all ears, anticipating the next announcement. He seemed to be fine when a lecturer planned projects for him eventhought it spent some of his free time.

"I guess the project title is clear, so you only need to choose one company in the city. It can be either a small company or a bigger one. Then, you have to do an interview with the owner or co-owner," Mrs. Clarkson added as she closed her laptop carefully. At that point, she was packing up her stuff.

The reactions of most students were noisier. They began to sigh and throw unimportant gossip around, indirectly showing that they lost interest in the project.

Logan still noted down the objective of the project in his notebook. At the same minute, Mrs. Clarkson approached his table and uttered, "Mr. Parker, could you help me?"

"Yes, Miss. How could I help you?" Maverick eagerly responded. His eyes were fixed on the charismatic lecturer's visual.

Before Mrs. Clarkson answered him, she flipped her hair and announced for the last time, "Make sure you take a glance at the details. I will give the slides to Mr. Parker. For those who need it, you can always ask him. Got it?"

"Yes, Miss!" The students replied altogether.

Then, Mrs. Clarkson glanced at Maverick and informed, "I'll send you the slide through e-mail. Don't forget to distribute it to your classmates."

"Okay, Miss." Maverick obeyed dismissively.

TO BE CONTINUED.