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Too many thoughts are ripping through my mind to simply focus on one. I don't even realize Oliver has called my name out and he is rushing to Quinn's position. I hurriedly move to where they are standing. My heart racing like shit. What if he dies here? Jesus! "What are we going to do?" I whisper at Oliver. He raises his eyebrows. "Hospital, perhaps." He says sarcastically. Quinn withers beneath our hold, "No." It is a weak plea from him. I follow where his hand is trying to stop the bleeding and realize he is stabbed just below his ribs. I feel an overwhelming dizziness slam into me as I gaze down at the wound. "Let's stop the bleeding first before anything, " Oliver suggests. I agree with his line of thought and help him lay Quinn on the sofa. Quinn is trying too hard to keep his feelings guarded, however, his constricted face tell the amount of pain is in. I am not remotely close to knowing the first thing to do to stop any bleeding. Oliver removes his T-shirt, He tea
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I had too little sleep last night. Sleep here and there. I show up on Monday at the campus in my dark sunglasses. My eyes are sporting dark ugly bags for lack of enough sleep.Everyone in class keeps on staring at me. Of course, wondering why a sane person would be wearing sunglasses inside a classroom. The two people I want to see aren't in class today, that is; Quinn and Roxana. The two people I don't want to face show up, that is; Ryan and Mr Marcelo. Ryan is seated where Quinn normally sits. He keeps on throwing dirty glances at me and when my eyes lock with Mr Marcelo's, his demeanour changes. "Cara, meet me after class." As if the sunglasses weren't attracting attention already. Everyone turns to look at me. I bury my face in a financial management book as the class starts. The class today is a bore, it progresses in a slow deathly manner. Mr Marcelo today doesn't find pleasure in casting glances at me. If anything I would say he's annoyed. That makes two of us. The class e
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The Nickel Manor is the irony of its name. It is ostentatious to a point of intimidation. A multi-million mansion sleeping on a large estate. Plain murky brown coloured bricks pride it, with a grandiose circular driveway and ornate fountain at the centre. It has immaculate Italianate garden with orchards, arboretum and well-trimmed walled vegetable gardens. My Audi's engine dies in front of it. It is not a cheap machine but it is out of place parked among the luxurious cars. I sit behind the wheel to access my vicinity. It is an estate with character and charm. I hope I have the charm too, considering I wasn't appealing enough for Quinn's father. I also don't know if Quinn lives on his own or lives here with his family and if he does; he will be pleased to see me. After doing a retouch to my make up. I step out of my car and take a deep breath. I take careful steps to a large oak door and knock twice. The door flies open, a middle-aged woman in black attire and a tight bun faces me.
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"I brought a peace offering." He waves the book in the air. I turn and pretend am picking something from the fridge and crack a secret grin before swivelling my head to face him with feigning seriousness. "You didn't have to." I shrug. He slumps his shoulders and settles in a relaxed poise."I am not much of a reader. The book was just gathering dust sitting on the shelf." His eyes are piercing through me. He moves and stands meters away, if he moves any closer to me I will faint. He contemplates and sits on the seat near the island and places the book in front of me. "I'm placing it in good care." He taps the book softly. "It looked good in your hands."I feel flattered. "Thank you." I wipe my hands before picking it up and flipping through it. Just can't wait for the weekend to get here soon. I stay in bed with hot mocha and read it. The thought is so fulfilling.I look up and find Quinn's eyes trained on me with an emotion I can't place. There is a stretched silence between us
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Unknown number: Don't look for me! DON'T!I read Quinn's text again as I enter a filled class the next day. His usual spot is where my eyes land at first, it's empty. Ryan is seated alone. His eyes glued to his phone.I sigh exhausting and walk to my seat. I find Roxana on her normal seat but my seat is occupied by Marya."You are seated on my seat." I seethe at her."It has no name on it." Marya spats with equal venom. I look over at Roxana to shush her idiotic friend but she does not attempt to look at me. I have sent her countless apologies but all in vain."This isn't your class. You aren't supposed to be in here."We attracting attention as the whispers surround us."It is a free country I can be where I want." I look between her and Roxana, anger boiling inside me. I exhale and turn on my heels to the only empty seat in class; beside Ryan.He doesn't bother to lift his head as I sit beside him."Am sorry," I mutter under my breath."I will file your apology under “Pending Case
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Her Amazonian figure sits well on her wafer thin-body. She sways her sculpted hips with every move. Her Christian Louboutin heels clicking on the floor with each step she takes. Heads turn to look at her. She's always modest in her dressing. Never showing any cleavage or dresses going beyond her mid-thighs. So today i am surprised with her Chanel Hollow V-Plunged Bandage Dress that exposes her cleavage.She pushes the door to the ladies bathroom. "Out! " She snaps her fingers to the two girls inside. They scram away frightened.Like a supermodel on a runway, she magically turns to face me. This is the closest I have been to Courtney Emerson, an heiress to a multinational empire. I can't deny, she is beautiful and she knows it and owns it. Her pair of arched eyebrows incline slightly as she assesses me. I also do the same, one feature I find myself obsessing over is her button nose, too cute. She folds her red lips and sticks her tongue out and speaks, "Stay away from Quinn." She's
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Ryan's Mercedes Benz slows down and he enters a code at the gate. I recall what transpired after Nimo realised I remembered her. The raw shock and shame on her face. And the innocent look of smitten Oliver. He had no idea. Poor guy! As I left I told her to end it with Oliver or I will. "Here we are," Ryan says joyously. His house bleeds opulence. It is humongous like the term itself. A castle to call it. Well trimmed garden. A grand driveway and a statue of Mary, mother of Jesus. A religious family, I may say. He takes my hand in his. A familiar wave of electricity travels down to my spine. I tug my Prada bag closer to me. I look down at my simple white dress that goes beyond my knees and my brown doll shoes. It looks the part. He pulls me with him towards the porch. A man meets us by the door. "Welcome master Ryan." He says taking my coat and bag. Ryan flashes him a significant smile, "Thank you, Will."His mother appears wearing a bright smile. "Welcome, dear." She gives me a m
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I stare at the image. It is my mother on her wedding day. Her lips are curved in the most beautiful smile. Sophie is standing beside her, as a maid of honour."You look so much alike." Sophie speaks. I can't bring myself to tear my eyes away from the photo. A million emotions are boiling Inside me. "Do you know her?" My voice breaks as I ask. "She was my best friend since college." She puts her tea aside. It comes as a shock because my mother never told me about Sophie. I knew Andre's mother as her best friend."Do you know her?" Sophie repeats my question.Am tempted to lie but I nod instead, "She was my mother."I just feel this strong motherly connection with Sophie. I can trust her. "Figured that at the Gala, that's why I asked Ryan to invite you over."I get agitated. "This wasn't a get to know you dinner but a manipulation to interrogate me!" I remember Ryan telling me his parents can be nosy. I immediately regret admitting that the woman on the photo is my mother.In a bl
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