"Once upon a time, in the town of Sherwood, a young man lived in a shining Mansion. Although he had everything his heart desired, the man was spoiled, selfish, and unkind."
"Honestly, I don't care about improving the school or any of that other useless crap. I want to be class president for one reason and one reason only. It will look good on my transcript. Besides, have you seen me? I look way better than the other candidates. So should you vote for me because I'm a rich, popular, good looking guy? Hell Yeah!" I said finishing my speech and stepping down from the podium.
This election will be a piece of cake for me to win. I am the most popular guy in school! Not to mention the best looking people would have to be stupid not to vote for me.
"Carlos, that was the best speech ever," my boyfriend Dak said as he kissed my cheek. I honestly had no feelings for Dak in a romantic way, but he looked good for my image, so I kept him around.
"Yeah dude - you have this in the bag," my best friend James stated, patting me on the shoulder. James and I have known each other for years and I like having him around - he agrees with everything I say.
We were walking down the hall heading to History class when I saw my campaign posters had been messed with.
"WHO THE HELL DID THIS!" I shouted.
"Well, well, well…look who has a temper." I turned to see Logan smirking, standing by one of my posters with a marker in his hand. Logan was the school freak. He had short spiked hair with the tips dyed green. His lip and ear were pierced. He wore eyeliner too, and the only clothes you would ever see him in were black. He was alone with no friends.
"Of course I am pissed! Do you know how much those posters cost me? Why in the hell would you draw on them? You ruined my gorgeous face!" I said through clenched teeth.
"Wow, looks are important to you, aren't they?" Logan chuckled. Who does that ass think he is laughing at me?
"They are important to everyone. Well, everyone except you obviously," I said flashing a smirk.
"That right there is one of the reasons I did it," Logan said giving me a lopsided smile that I really wanted to knock off of his face.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I was getting tired of his games I wanted answers and what Carlos Garcia wants, he gets.
"It means the person running for class president should care about improving the school more than he should his own image," Logan said while twirling the marker in his hand.
"You know, Kendall Knight wanted to run for class president and he actually has some amazing ideas. But he knew he wouldn't stand a chance against you, so he is running for treasurer instead," Logan sighed, shaking his head.
"Who is Kendall Knight?" I had been going to Sherwood High since Freshmen year and I have never heard of a Kendall Knight, but if he was responsible for my posters being ruined, he would pay. I was about to ask Logan who he was, but he was gone already. I didn't even see him leave.
"I'm Kendall Knight." I looked to where the voice had come from and noticed a boy who looked about my age with blonde hair and green eyes. He was wearing a plaid shirt with a hole in it, jeans, and a pair of black vans. No wonder I had no clue who he was - he wasn't part of my crowd.
"So you think it's funny messing with other people's property?" I asked stepping towards him. I would deal with Logan later, but right now, Kendall was my focus.
"Actually, I had nothing to do with this," Kendall said shrugging his shoulders.
"Yeah right…did you not hear Logan? You were obviously working together," I said crossing my arms and glaring at him. I was far from stupid.
"I heard him, but I'm telling the truth. I had nothing to do with this. I have never even spoken to Logan, so how he knew all that I have no idea," Kendall said. I didn't believe a word of what he said, but I did not have time for these games.
"Whatever Kurt," I said rolling my eyes at the waste of space before me.
"It's Kendall, not Kurt."
"Like it matters," I scoffed. He isn't important enough for me to remember his name. He should be thankful I'm even acknowledging his existence right now.
"That's right - I am not some stuck up little rich snob who bows down to your every command. So, I must not matter right?" He sounded hurt, but that didn't matter to me.
"Exactly," I said smiling at him. At least he knew his place in this school hierarchy.
"You are something else," Kendall said shaking his head before he turned and walked off. Good. Now that he was gone I could get back to what mattered.
"Dak, take down all of these screwed up posters," I said shifting my glance to Dak. He nodded, and then left to do as he was told.
"James, order me fifty new posters. And I want them here by lunch! Got it?" I said turning my attention to my friend.
"Right away, Carlos." James took his phone out and began ordering my new posters. I smiled and started to head to class. I love being in charge.
"Hey Dad," I said as my father walked into our living room.
"Hey Carlos," Dad said before he went back to talking on his cell phone. My father is one of the best lawyers in all of Minnesota.
"I gave a great speech today," I said once my dad got off his phone and took his seat at the kitchen table.
"Speech for what?" Dad asked before he took a bite of his apple.
"Class President," I sighed. I should have known he would have forgotten. He always forgets things when it comes to me.
"They let freshmen run for class president?" Dad asked. I wanted to shout, but it would do no good.
"I'm a senior, Dad," I answered. When I was younger it use to bother me that he never had time for me, but I am used to it by now.
"Oh yeah, that's right. Well, in that case you are going to win. I mean you are a Garcia, and we always get what we want. Besides, I'm sure you're the best looking candidate, and the beautiful people always win when it comes to these things," Dad said patting me on the shoulder.
"Thanks Dad," I said with a smile. This is the most my father has talked to me in the past two weeks.
"I have some paper work to do so I will be in my office," Dad stated as he got up from the table. Well, that didn't last long... I thought as the lonely feeling came back.
"See you later, Dad," I sighed. But he was already out of earshot.
"What would you like for dinner, Carlos?" Kelly asked as she came into the kitchen. She always finds out what I want since Dad never joins us for dinner. Kelly has been our maid since I was twelve. My dad hired her after my mother died in a car crash. He needed someone to look after me since he is always too busy.
"Spaghetti is fine," I said. Kelly made the best spaghetti in the world. Of course, I would never tell her that. It might give her the idea that we are friends - which we aren't.
"Try to hurry. I am starving," I stated. She should have had dinner done two hours ago.
"Yes, sir. I will get right on it. I'm sorry I'm late," Kelly said as she began taking things out to make our dinner.
"Why were you late anyway?" I honestly didn't care about why she was late, but I wanted someone to talk to. This house gets lonely sometimes.
"I was trying to get a green card for my son, Rickey," Kelly said as she turned the stove on. Kelly was originally from Jamaica. She moved here eight years ago, but for some reason she couldn't bring her son with her. She has been trying to get him a green card ever since.
"How did it go?" I really didn't care about her personal life or her problems but it was a way to keep the conversation going.
"Still no luck," Kelly sighed. She sounded really sad. I guess her son means a lot to her.
"That's too bad," I said trying to sound sincere.
"Thank you, Carlos," Kelly said offering me a smile.
"You're welcome," I said offering her a smile that I hoped she would buy. It seemed to have worked because she nodded.
"I'm not going to lose hope, though. I will get it for him someday," Kelly replied as she stirred the spaghetti.
We ate dinner in silence with my dad coming in and out of his office from time to time to get a drink like he usually did. Every time he did, I silently hoped he would grab a plate and join us. It has been five years since I have actually had dinner with him. But that hope was stupid…it would never happen.
"You are lonely, aren't you?" Kelly asked looking up from her plate.
"No, what makes you say that?" I asked as I took a bite of my dinner trying to avoid eye contact with my nosey maid.
"You keep glancing at Mr. Garcia with a longing look every time he comes in here," Kelly stated.
"I just want to make sure he eats," I lied.
"So then what is the excuse for pretending to care about my personal life and problems?" Kelly asked smirking. I looked like a fish out of water I'm sure. How did she know that was what I was doing?
"I wasn't pretending. I do care." Another lie.
"Carlos, I have known you since you were a little boy. So I think I know you well enough to know that you do not care at all about my life and you were just looking for someone to talk to," Kelly said as she wiped her mouth with her napkin.
"Well, you're wrong," I mumbled. Was it really that easy to see through my act?
"I don't think I am. You want to talk about it?" Kelly was doing that thing where she pretended to care. But I knew it was an act. She was just the help, so why would she care about me?
"Just drop it, Kelly," I snapped as I got up from my seat. I was almost out of the kitchen when I turned around.
"Make sure the kitchen is clean," I said before I turned back around and headed to my room.
Once in my room I decided to call James.
"Did you get my winner's speech written yet?" I asked. I often have James do my work for me. I mean, why should I be bothered to do it?
"Almost finished with it actually," James said.
"But Carlos, don't you think it's a little early to be writing a winner's speech?" James asked. I rolled my eyes.
"What, you think I am going to lose?" I laughed.
"No, I know you will win. Just forget it. I had a stupid moment," James replied. You have a lot of those… I thought, but I decided to keep my thoughts to myself.
"Good. I want it in my hands tomorrow morning, ok?" It came off as a question, but James and I both know I was not giving him an option and that I would have it tomorrow just like I wanted.
"Of course, Carlos. I will finish it right now," James answered.
"Alright. Bye James," I said. I clicked my phone off and sat it on my nightstand.
Authors Note: I do not on Big Time Rush or Beastly.
Ok so this fic will be loosely based off of the movie Beastly. I say loosely because not everything from the movie will happen I am going to try and make this my own. Also if you have not seen beastly or read it basically it is based off of Beauty and The Beast.
This fic is dedicated to HoodieTobi because he is awesome.