It was already the most anticipated day of all the students in Kingsley: the football rematch. We had been training for this the whole day and I couldn’t wait to perform our chants in front of everyone. We were inside of the girl’s locker room, changing to our cheerleader outfit, applying makeup on our face, and tied a ribbon around our high ponytail. Black and white had been the theme color of the Panthers and we decided to change our outfit and gone a little creative so we would stand out. We added some flitters to our uniform and tassels around our skirts to make a beautiful effect when we would perform our cheers. I also told everyone to put a touch of glitter in their makeup so we would be dazzling throughout the game.
We all headed in our lockers to shower and change our own clothes to wash off the sweats in our body. As we left the field, almost everyone greeted me congratulations and I felt overwhelmed by the attention that I was getting. Right after Mason asked me to be his girlfriend, I didn’t feel like hesitating, not because of the pressure the attention I was getting dawned on me, but the fact that I wanted Mason to be mine. I took back what I said before that I wouldn’t look at him the same way as I looked at Liam. I took back what I said that we would just remain friends. I took back what I said at the moment when I was still in a relationship with someone else. I took back everything and it was relieving. I got to express my feeling and I didn’t hold back with having the new beginning that I had been longing. I knew Mason was the one for
The second semester had already started and all of the students were now crowding the hallway. We had taken a long break from all the crazy things that happened during the first semester. The dramas diminished, people left, new students entered the school, and hopefully, new beginning. This was the start of something new, something ecstatic and something that would fill everyone with anticipation. I was ready for this day like I was before, and this time, we came back to not start drama, but to fix all the things that should be resolved before we’d taken a break.
A/NThis is a bonus chapter for “Queen Of Ace” and probably the last part of this novel. Since I wanted to write a chapter related to Christmas, I came up with an idea to write a Christmas-themed chapter as the very ending. This is still related on Queen Of Ace and the characters are still the same.
I'm starting a new novel! I'm so excited to share with you guys the other novel I've been plotting lately.Queen Of AceWhat is this novel all about?=If you haven't read my first novel, His Fragile Flame, I uploaded in this app, this is only "a part" of it but can be read as "stand-alone". This story was written in different character's perspective and her back story before His Fragile Flame. You don't have to read the first book to understand this novel, and I think it's better if you read this before that because HFF has spoilers.Warning: This book will contain the following•Sibling-rivalry•Cussing•Abortion•Sexual content•Triggering issues~*~BlurbThe story about Kourtney Devaraux, the what-so-called Queen B who is misunderstood by a lot of people. She's overlooked as someone who will come for those who threaten her. But it's the other way around.When unfortunate circumstance brings a blessing in Kourtney's life that she has to hide from her parents, she's forced to keep it
The hall was filled with playful banters and enthusiastic chuckles of teenagers who were never fond of going back to school. It was stressful for them, and the summer break didn't do them any good. Though enthusiastic, they couldn't get off the fact they were thrown in this dungeon again. Not that Kingsley High was a bad school and students were not disciplined, they continuously whined about the principles that seemed to rob their liberation— or at least that's how they perceived it.Unlike any other schools, Kingsley High had a reputation they had to uphold— their high standards made them distinct. Ranging from great athletes to students with high IQ, they'd had some fair share of competitions they never failed to prevail. That's what made them attract more parents to enroll their children in such an expensive school: a good reputation.Kingsley High was indeed a prestigious school. This made wealthy businessmen and politicians entrust their kids to them.
The clinking of utensils against the glass plate was the only audible thing resounding the dining room. I was casually glancing at everyone through my lashes while twirling the fork on the pasta.My head was starting to weigh a hundred times heavier, and there was something in my stomach that made me want to vomit. I couldn't eat. I felt nauseous.I watched as Dad reached for the napkin, wiping off the excess grease around his lips. His gaze was fixed at me, his eyes were filled with disapproval before putting his elbow on the table."Kourtney," he called, making me sit upright and draw my attention to him. "Your food."I flitted my eyes back at the pasta laying in front of me, uneaten. I let go of the fork and cleared my throat."I can't eat," I admitted, as I clasped both of my hands below the table.My knee was bouncing uncontrollably, and the more I stared at Dad, the
I fluttered my eyes open, feeling the soft mattress beneath hugging my body. My head was laid on a soft pillow, while my lower torso was covered in a blanket. When I flitted my eyes at the side of me, Lindsey sat at the edge of the bed. She looked remorseful, and her cheeks were saturated with tears. Her lashes were drenched, her eyes were puffy, and her nose was florid as if exhausted from ceaseless weeping.When her gaze landed on me, I stared at her with a blank expression. I wasn't feeling the urge to budge and right after what happened during dinner, I didn't know how I would face her."What did you do?" I asked, feeling a little dizzy.Her lips parted, and she was about to utter her excuse, but nothing came out. She seemed to be finding her words, as she avoided my eyes."You told them, didn't you?" I asked again.She nodded reluctantly, and I scoffed in disappointment.
I sat on the couch of their living room, with my constant lip-biting and fidgeting hands. Liam had lit up the fireplace before us, as the warmth it emitted caused my mind to feel at ease. Thrusting my hands nearer to the fireplace, I rubbed them together and noticed Liam standing at the side of my eye. I flicked my eyes towards him, as he handed a glass of water to me."Thank you," I mumbled, taking it and chugged it down my throat."Is there something wrong?" Liam asked and settled on the seat beside me.I scoot over to make enough room for him, as I tugged a faint smile. The tears were welling in my eyes, and my chest was tightening. I gripped the glass I was holding, making my knuckles turn white."My mom and dad found out about my pregnancy," I blurted, a lump started to form in my throat as I gulped.Mom and Dad were never in favor of my relationship with Liam. Nevertheless, I still p