RYAN. It's time to dine with the Taylors again, the room is filled with sounds of jokes, chuckles, cutleries clanking on plates. There's a guest among us, his name is Shane, it's his first time having a super with the Taylors and sleeping over at their place. He's been invited for lunch by the Taylors many times in the past and he also attended many functions with me as well as with the Taylors too. "You look beautiful, Stella" He shamelessly flirted with her right in our presence. "As always"Stella and I haven't exchanged a word since the kiss. Her eyes has been piercing through my soul since I arrived, it's awkward to look right back when Claire is sitting right beside me. My fake girlfriend is an expert killer, she might murder me right here, right now if I ever return Stella's longing stares. "Thank you, Shane" Stella smiled at him, then her eyes wandered to mine, again.'Please, don't put me in a helluva trouble, Stella' I begged mutely. "Miss Michaelson Claire, it's a plea
CLAIRE. Stella really knows how to rile one up. I thought Ryan was best at it, but now, I've seen someone who does it better than him. Ryan still have feelings for her, and she's trying to rub it in my face, that's an act of immaturity if you ask me. I couldn't take the words she kept throwing in the dining room anymore, and just had to leave. She was confessing her feelings for Ryan right in my presence for fucks sake, she should at least try to show some respect. Fake girlfriend or not, I still have that relationship status with Ryan. For some stupid reasons, I was mad at Ryan also, even when I shouldn't be. The relationship we have isn't real, and I'd agreed to allow him live his romantic life anyhow he wants while he still have me as his girlfriend, but why do I not feel comfortable with that anymore? As I lay on the couch, still feeling exasperated about what happened earlier, half of my mind was getting pulled to the bed. I wished I was laying there beside Ryan, staring at h
RYAN. I was sluggishly buttoning up my open shirt, reminiscing the moments Claire had helped me with it. I glanced back at her sleeping form for the nth time today, my gaze connected with hers instantly, she's awake, and has been staring intently at my back without my knowledge. I get admiring look a lot from girls and I'm very familiar with it, but it's not the same when the stare comes from Claire. "Do you want me to help you with that?" She pointed a finger to my abs. God, her light voice which is a bit cracky due to lack of disuse for a long time, sounds so sexy. "Do you want to help?" I asked back. She rolled her eyes sassily. "I wanted a simple yes or no, not a question in return" I wanted to say something back to her sassy response, but I kept my mouth shut in other to avoid any argument with her, the last thing I want is to have another round of fight with Claire before going to work, and then end up saying things that'll hurt her and make her take the couch. She got o
CLAIRE. I was in the kitchen with Sarah, Anita and Stella again, baking cup cakes of different flavors. It's fun to be with them, when I say 'them', I mean Anita and Sarah, Stella is excluded. The fun I get from being around Anita and Sarah sometimes get ruined by Stella's snarky remarks, targeted at me. I don't understand what I ever did to the girl. 'You're dating the guy she likes' My subconscious reminded me. Is that it? That's all I did? Is that enough reason for her to hate me? But Ryan and I are only fake dating. 'Well, she doesn't know that'I agree with that inner voice. From the side of my eyes, I got a blurry view of her perfect body sitting on the counter. I pursed my lips guiltily. Stella is only falling for Ryan like every other normal girl, but I feel like I'm the one hindering her from getting him. Or will I say I'm hindering Ryan from getting her now that she already reciprocated his feelings? "Oh my God, did you fall from heaven to meet Ryan? You're so perfect
RYAN. Claire's pretty face was stained with streaks of tears flowing down freely. I feel saddened, and my heart getting moved by the sight right in front of me. During meetings, all I wanted was to go back home to her and finish what I started this morning, and even if I don't complete that task, I'm contented with her presence around me. Now that I can see her, I'm supposed to be happy about that, but her sadness radiates through me, automatically pulling down my mood. "What's wrong?" I asked worriedly, holding her cheeks firmly in my palm. She held my wrist and gently brought it down, then she cleaned her face with the back of her palm and walked past me "Nothing, nothing"I went after her, matching with her fast pace up the stairs. "This isn't nothing, You're crying, Claire, what's going on with you?"When she got into the bedroom, she rushed into the bathroom, locking the door. I sighed, pressing my hand and forehead on the door. "Claire, come on out now" She remained locked
CLAIREI cried a lot in the bathroom, washed my face, and cried a whole lot again, before returning back to the bedroom, feeling worse. The memory of my parents death got stuck in my head and the highschool bully scenes wouldn't stop playing on repeat in my head. I tried to distract my sad thoughts by using the TV. I checked for a comedy show and began to watch, but I couldn't even find the humor in it. While I was still trying to force my mind into the show, I felt the bed get slightly dipped behind me and a familiar cologne filled the air. Ryan. I half turned my body towards him. He was giving me that look that melts my heart in an instant, and, God, he looked so dashing with his tousled hair, his shirt rolled up to his elbow and his sagged tie. Even in my sad state, I won't hesitate to eat him alive if I could. 'Talk to your hormones, girl!" My subconscious advised. I really should do that, but it's so hard to do when you've got someone as hot as Ryan right in front of you, fi
CLAIRE.I watched as Ryan's admirer wouldn't stop grinning and pressing her thick body on Ryan, and I don't think my boyfriend was willing to drop her off to the ground. I bet he's enjoying the feel of her curvy body on his sculptured one. I looked away, trying hard not to act immature about the current situation of my fake boyfriend caring less with the way a girl's sexy thighs are wrapped around his waist. If he wasn't pleased, and he really does care about how I was going to feel, he would have dropped her by now. I don't think a hug supposed last this long? And this isn't even a proper hug to begin with. "Lana..." He called with a gruff in his tone. "Ryan, I missed you so damn much!" Her squeaky voice sounded in my ears. Ryan sighed exasperatedly. "Lana..."She interrupted him again "You didn't tell me you are in Chicago, you know I can always come around when you need me" she winked. Okay, that's it. I'm leaving. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I can't help it. I just c
RYAN. I wanted to go after Claire, but Catherine held my arm, smiling inmocently at me. I puffed out my exasperatedly. "Catherine, what is it?"She giggled loudly. God, what's so funny? There's nothing hilarious here right now. Claire walking off in anger is definitely not something to laugh about. "You see my friends over there?" Catherine motioned her head towards a group of girls standing few feet away from us with big grins on their faces. "They dared me to kiss you because they didn't believe I really had sex with someone as hot as you are" "Oh well, congratulations, Catherine, your dumb game just put me in a deep shit" She creased her perfectly carved brows in confusion "What do you mean?"I rubbed my palm over my face "You see, the last time someone shoved her tongue down my throat...." I outstretched my arms backwards towards the direction Claire has walked off to "She took the couch, and before she could sleep on the same bed with me that night, you wouldn't believe I wa