Neal sat alone in his room with a dark grimace smeared on his handsome face as he thought about his most recent failure. She rejected him again. And again. And again.
It infuriated him to no end.
"Young Master Neal?" A butler said from the other side of the door.
Breaking his thoughts Neal turned away from the window he had been glaring at for the past hour and asked "What?"
The butler opened the door and replied "Your mother is calling."
He winced before sighing. It had to be his sister again.
Whatever.
He got up aggressively before roughly pushing past his butler . The old man staggered a bit but wasn't to surprised. His master had been very testy lately. To be honest though, Master Neal had always been a little prick in his opinion.
The man almost pitied the boy. He never stood a chance with a mother like that and with his only friend being that psychopath of a twin. The girl that the boy wanted would never give her heart to him. Mostly because the boy would never realize he had to earn it.
Yes, the butler almost pitied Neal as he watched his retreating form disappear into the darkness of the mansions halls. But, he also couldn't help that the bitter anger from years of disrespect cruelty negated that pity.
"Rotten Brat." he said under his breath.
I had to write this before the inspiration left me. I am probably going to finish it today. Chapters will be short. I am liking the drabble format.