August 28, 2013
"I'm not ready to go to school!" Monica shook her head as she looked up at her mom. "Mom! I don't wanna go! I'm not ready for this orientation."
Bri rolled her eyes. "You look gorgeous my love. What's wrong though? Why don't you wanna go to this orientation? You get to meet your new classmates for next month. You get to take your placement tests so you know what classes and programs you get to be in. It's a very prestigious private school. Plus, you're going to look cute as all hell in your uniform."
The eleven year old nodded. "I'm nervous. What if I can't make any friends? Or worse, what if I fail all my tests? Then what?"
"You'll make friends." Bri gave her daughter a reassuring smile. "You won't fail your tests baby. This school is going to be amazing for you. You'll get to take classes like you're in middle school or high school. No sitting in one class with one teacher all damn day. If you don't make friends in first period, you have five more periods and lunch to do so. You got this Monica. I have nothing but faith in you. You'll do well on your tests. Plus, all you really need in life is one solid best friend. You have to find your own Jacey."
"So, I have to let a blonde punch me in my face?" Monica smirked at her mom. "I mean, I guess if it makes me a lifetime best friend I could take the punch."
The brunette rolled her eyes and scoffed as she rubbed her daughter's nose. "You don't need to get punched in the face again my love. If you do, you'll for sure need surgery on this cute little nose of yours." She kissed her nose and smiled. "Now, finish getting ready. We have to go soon."
Monica shrugged. "Are you going to wear that?" She pointed at her mom's lab coat. "People will think I'm supposed to be a genius if you show up wearing that mom!"
"No brat. I'm not wearing it." She shook her head. "Calm down before I bust your little ass. Now, go finish getting ready while I do the same. Then we can head out since your grandpa is babysitting until we get back."
"I'm going." Monica nodded. "I'll meet you by the car."
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"Safe to say, you're the prettiest thing here." Bri murmured to her daughter. "I mean, besides me obviously."
Monica laughed and shook her head. "Mom, you're a mess."
"I know." The brunette nodded as she followed behind Monica. "I think you need to roll your shoulders back a bit. Remember, confidence is everything. You have the looks, the piercing green eyes, the outfit, now you need to find your confidence. You own this hallway. Never look down while you're walking. It's not only dangerous but it's unattractive. Even if you're having a bad day, you have to exude confidence. Like you're the Queen of this place."
The eleven year old nodded as she fixed her posture. "Like that?" She glanced back before looking ahead of her. "It feels so weird but I can probably get used to it."
"It feels weird because you've been slouching your whole life my love." Bri nodded as she steered Monica towards the check in table. "Also, embrace your accent my love. I'd kill to still have one as perfect as yours and Nik's." She smiled. "Go ahead, let them know who you are."
"Hello." Monica looked at the young woman behind the table. "I'm Monica Hohrykova."
The young woman smiled at the brunette. "Hello Miss Hohrykova, welcome to Exeter Prep. Here is your name tag, your welcome packet, a map, it's basically an essentials kit. Everything you need to know at a glance is in that packet." She nodded. "Who do you have with you checking you in today?"
Monica looked up from her name tag and back at the woman before turning around to see her mom and dad standing together. "My mom Bri and my dad Happy." She smiled proudly as she turned back to look at the young woman. "Is there a parents area? Or do we get to all stay together?"
"You get to all stay together until it's time for the placement tests which will be taken at the end of the orientation. You will also have a new student mixer tomorrow evening. It'll allow you to get to know your new peers further." The young woman smiled. "We're happy that you chose Exeter Prep and good luck with your placement tests."
She nodded before turning around and moving towards her dad. "You came!" She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed. "I'm happy that you're here dad."
Happy smirked and shook his head. "I had to see what school you were going to kid. I wasn't going to skip out. I can't stay the entire time though. I have to get back home to Cam and Kol."
"That's fine!" Monica nodded and smiled. "Both my parents are here. It's awesome."
"Yeah, yeah." He nodded. "How much is this school a year? It looks like they just took all the rich families of Charming and dropped their kids here. See that brunette over there? That's Tristan Oswald, she's older than you but she's good people. She has to be about a senior or something right now. What grades are even at this school Brianna?"
"It's not gonna cost you anything. You can pay for any trips or sports she decides to take up Hap." Bri shook her head. "Don't try to put our baby girl with an older group. It's grades sixth to twelfth. She tested out of fifth, remember?"
Happy rolled his eyes. "I can help pay for it Brianna. She's my kid too. I was just pointing out the daughter of the richest man in Charming." He adjusted his kutte and shrugged. "I remember. I do pay attention to her and to you when you start talking. I'm proud of her."
"She earned scholarships Happy. It doesn't cost us anything." Bri shrugged as she watched Monica laugh with a group of girls. "She's being a social butterfly. I'm so proud of her. Even though this morning, she tried to come here wearing eyeliner and lipstick. I shut it down quickly."
He shook his head and smiled. "My kid got a scholarship for being a smart ass?" He nodded. "Good, she needs friends. She doesn't need to end up like you Brianna." He smirked at the brunette. "It's your fault that she wants to wear all that junk. You had put lipstick on her a few times when we first met."
"Monica is gorgeous, she was six and wanted red lips so I obliged. Plus, it's nearly every mom's dream to put some lipstick on their daughter." Bri shrugged as she looked up at Happy. "Just wait until she's a teen and can actually get away with wearing eyeliner and lipstick. You'd happily wish for the days where she was eleven and into makeup for fun instead of makeup to make her look old enough to get into a club."
"Shut it." Happy shook his head. "She's not going to be a little slut like you. I'll beat her little ass. I don't care how old she gets." He watched Monica carefully and sighed. "She needs to stop getting older. I'm not even ready for what comes next…"
"No parent is ever ready for it." Bri shook her head. "All we can do is raise her right and hope for the best."
September 17, 2013
"I swear. Roman is the most incompetent son of a bitch that I know." Bri gritted as she pulled up to Javier's school. "I will kill him." She nodded as she threw her car into park and got out of it, rushing to her son who was standing next to a few kids and his teacher. "I'm sorry about this. I don't know why his Uncle didn't pick him up. Javi are you ok?"
"Yes." Javi nodded and smiled as he grabbed his mom's hand. "We got leftover snacks! I didn't mind waiting mama." He shook his head as he looked up at her. "I saved you a cookie. It's in my backpack."
"Thank you handsome." Bri lifted Javier off the ground before turning her attention back onto his teacher. "Here. I know you guys don't usually get tips or whatever but I figured you could use it for school supplies if you feel guilty about pocketing it for yourself."
"Thank you." The woman looked at the roll of cash. "I will definitely put this to good use .Thank you Dr. Hohrykova."
"Yeah, just call me Bri." She nodded. "Have a good one and hopefully I'll have a better Uncle start picking him up. Come on Javi. You get to listen to me cuss Elijah out." She murmured as she started back to her car and quickly buckling her son into his seat. "There, now, I have to yell at Elijah.
Bri slid into the driver's seat and quickly dialed Elijah's number, rolling her eyes as she was sent to voicemail. "Elijah, I don't know why you ignored my call but you need to get your brother in fucking line or send Igor or Frey to me. I'm done with Roman. You can keep his lame ass. Call me back by tonight. Or else"
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"All of this is bullshit." Bri tossed a handful of popcorn at her TV. "Huh Creed? This is terrible! Why is this team even in the league still? We need to see if we can't buy our own football team one of these days. I'd love to own the Raiders, just to say I do."
"Already teaching him how to brag?" Anthony sat down next to Bri and took Creed out of her arms. "Don't listen to your mom. She's nothing but bad news." He smirked. "You've turned my future wife into a wedding planning nutcase Brianna. Thanks for that."
"You're welcome." The brunette nodded. "I told her since I can't plan a wedding of my own that I'll plan hers for her but she took over." She shrugged her shoulders as she started flipping through channels. "It's an understatement to say that I'm jealous of my little sisters these days."
"Your time will come." He nodded. "Then you'll be the crazy one. I mean, the crazier one. You're pretty crazy already sis."
She smiled and shrugged. "I'm not holding my breath on anything Anthony. I'm far from wife material these days. I mean, I'm just not able to picture myself as a bride anymore. It's something that has just left me all together. I used to be able to sit for hours and plan out every last detail of my dream wedding… Now when I try to do it. I just don't see it happening at all to be honest." She shrugged again as she trained her eyes on the TV. "I'm just happy being able to see the blondes get married though. I'm happy for them both."
"I'm sure you'll end up married." Anthony flicked her ear and grinned. "Here, take him back. I have to check on a few things but I'll be back to sit with you guys. You okay with that plan Bri?"
"Uh yeah." She nodded as she stopped a baby cartoon. "We'll be here learning how to count in French and German. I'll see you later Anthony. Drive safe, can't have anything happening to you. So, be safe and I won't have to get mad at you if you get hurt."
He kissed the top of her head and smiled. "I'll be careful. I think Nik would find a way to strangle my ghost if something bad happened to me because I wasn't careful. Creed, keep your mom's ass in line. She's trying to slip into a blue state but pull her out of it man. Like I said I'll be back later, if you need me then call. We're brother and sister now, don't hesitate to pick up your phone and call me. You understand?"
"Yes." Bri smiled as she laid on the sofa and rested her son Creed on her chest. "Go before I try to keep you here. Handle your business then come back and sit with me until Nik and the babies all get back."
Anthony gave the brunette a single nod. "I'll be back. Don't do anything you'd normally do. There's no one around here to save you if shit goes sideways."
Bri rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. We're going to be napping. I won't get into any trouble. I promise." She smiled as she looked down at Creed and smiled as she noticed him sucking on his fist as he drifted off to sleep. "See, he's getting a head start to his nap. I'll see you later. Don't wake us up either if we're still sleep when you get home." She flashed a grin at the man before closing her eyes again, trying to will her imagination to set up a scenario for her wedding before she dozed off to sleep. "Fuck it. Let's just give me my usual dream…" She mumbled to herself as she settled further into the sofa, slowly drifting off to sleep.