"Damn it," I mumbled, not quite under my breath. I looked back over at them and saw that they were still doing whatever they were doing since the beginning of the philosophy class. My frustration bubbled up and before I could think better of it, I slammed my fist onto the table. I instantly regretted doing that as pain shot up my arm."Ouch," I winced.All eyes turned to me. I was sure those two who caused this were staring at me too. "What's gotten into you?" The philosophy teacher asked, his voice stern. He hated any disruption in his classroom. I shut my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. I hated that I was the object of the attention. I was furious at the way Samantha and Romeo had put me in the spotlight like this and ruined my monday. All I wanted was to focus on my philosophy class, but how could I do that when I was still reeling from what happened at the party? It was all I'd thought about all weekend. And, I was here, trying to focus, but Samantha and Romeo were a
A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of the wind. I could feel the chill in my bones. Tension filled the space between us. I could feel Romeo's eyes on me, even though I was facing James. I knew he was grappling with his own feelings at that moment.Perhaps, it was time to get a bit of revenge on Romeo. He'd been messing with my head for far too long. He'd been making me act like a fool, and I was sick of it. It was time to turn the tables. Even if I had no intention of accepting Romeo's offer, I knew that saying "no" would only have little effect on him. He would just shrug it off. But, going home with James, and letting Romeo see me do it would bruise his ego. I could imagine his face falling as I climbed into James' car. I beamed a smile and moved closer to James. "Hi, James," I said. James smiled back and held out his hand for a handshake, but I wrapped my arms around his neck, giving him a big hug. James' reaction confused me. He didn't hug back for a few
I let out a moan, and that made Romeo break the kiss. I shivered as the cold hit my bare skin. I crossed my arms to try and stave off the chill, but I could still feel the goosebumps rising on my skin. We just stood there, our eyes locked on each other. Romeo broke the silence. "Are you okay? Is the cold too much for you?" He bombarded me with questions.My lips trembled as I managed to get out the words. "I – I'm a b – bit cold," I stuttered. "You should probably go inside then," Romeo uttered, his voice tingled with concern as he chewed on his bottom lip. Why was he biting his bottom lip? I could tell that there was something more he wanted to say. I studied his face, searching for some clue as to what was on his mind.If Romeo wasn't willing to say his mind, then I should be more direct."Is there something else you want to tell me?" I asked him."I'm not sure if this is the best time to have this conversation," He said hesitantly. "Maybe we should wait until later?" "No!" I ex
I wasn't sure if what I was doing was right or wrong. But I knew one thing for sure – I was enjoying the moment, and I didn't want it to end. I wanted to be like this forever. How could I not love this moment, lying in the bed with one person I'd loved more than any other? My queen sized bed felt smaller, but in a good way, as we were face to face with our eyes closed. I couldn't help but smile as I felt his hand move gently from my waist to my back, pulling me closer. What he did made my heart flutter. My eyelids fluttered open, and I was met with a pair of forest green eyes, already staring at me. I narrowed my eyes on him. "I thought we were closing our eyes," I accused him."You were looking at me too," Romeo replied with a chuckle in his voice.I didn't say anything. I just smiled. His warm chuckle made my heart melt. I wanted nothing more than to hear that sound again. He was so adorable. "Ivy," Romeo called my name, softly.I lifted my gaze to meet his. I could see the tur
When the bell finally rang for break and the statistics teacher rounded up his lecture, I was out of my seat in an instant. I headed straight for the door, needing to get out of that classroom ignoring the murmurs and stares. I needed to clear my head and make sense of what I'd just heard. I couldn't focus on the class, my mind kept drifting back to what had happened the night before and that morning. I was sure of one thing. I needed therapy. Romeo had done so much damage and it was going to take a lot of work to heal from it. It was my fault too. I could have stopped things from going as far as they did, but I hadn't. I'd let myself be swept up in the moment, and I regret it now. I was so stupid. Always easily deceived by his words and his innocent eyes. I felt so foolish, ashamed. My stomach twisted into a knot at the thought of everyone finding out what happened. I was afraid of the rumors that would spread about me. Obviously, I would be blamed and the topic of discussion woul
I felt frozen in place, unable to move, and my eyes were fixed on them. I was unable to look away even when they were done kissing. The funny thing was, Romeo kept stealing glances at me. He knew what he was doing. He fûcking knew. I hated the blank look on his face. My hands tightened into fists. I was unable to think straight. I wanted to confront them. I felt like doing that. I wanted to punch him, to hurt him the way he'd hurt me. But, I knew I couldn't do any of those things. I just stood there, watching them. Suddenly, I felt a jolt as someone bumped on me from behind. It was a small collision, nothing serious, but it jolted me out of my trance. The girl who had bumped on me was a junior, and she was apologizing profusely. I just nodded, my mind still spinning. I blinked, realizing that I'd been standing for longer than I thought. I let out a hiss and walked to where my best friend was. Her boyfriend was not with her. At least, we would able to talk better. Probably, a catch
The song I was listening to ended just as I was preparing to get out of James' car. I watched as he climbed out of the driver's seat. The corners of my mouth curled upwards as I watched James approach my side of the car and open the door for me. I couldn't help but feel flattered, even though I knew he was only trying to be a gentleman. It was the little things that really mattered. "Thank you," I murmured as I stepped out of the car. "Anything for you," James replied, his eyes crinkling in a warm smile.As James had said in the text he sent to me earlier in the day, he had picked me up after school. He told me he wanted to show me something, but I also liked that we were at his house. It would be a nice break from the hectic day I'd had at school. At least, it would be a distraction from the stress and drama of the day, I would not be able to think about all that happened. I took a moment to look around, admiring the grandeur of James' home. It was a beautiful mansion, with lush g
"Why did you suddenly get so quiet?" James asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror.I turned to face him. "Nothing. Just wondering why the author ended the story that way. It's not fair that the female lead died, leaving the male lead to mourn her for the rest of his life."I noticed him smile slightly. "Not all stories have a happy ending, you know," He said.I lifted my shoulders in a shrug. "I know. My story is going to have a happy ending though," I uttered."So is mine." He seconded. " You should not let a book get you so worked up. You can always find another book to read," He rambled."It's not that simple," I muttered under my breath. We were nearing my house. The entire drive had been filled with our conversation about a novel with a tragic ending that I was still upset about.The rest of the drive to my house was silent, except for the music that played softly on the radio. James sat humming along to the song, bobbing his head in time with the beat.I couldn't help