It's official, I have lost my mind. I have always judged and frowned upon people who are stupid enough to send nude pictures to their lovers. It's always amazed me how someone can be so naive to believe that those 'proof of love' pictures will not be spread around.
And now I have joined the list of those naive and stupid fools who buy into the whole thing that sending naked pictures is evidence of undying love.
But I'm no idiot and I'm definitely not perfecting professional nudes for Blake Hamilton because of undying love or naivety.
One could argue that I'm doing it for money and to also get back at my judgemental friend and they would be right, but if I'm being honest I'm doing it because I want to. I'm having the time of my life, the money and teaching Mckayla a lesson is just an added bonus.
You are perfect. Send more pictures.
Even when he's texting he's still de
There are so many ways to prove that you love someone and apparently one of them is showing up at your boyfriend's house while his parents are away for the weekend dressed in an oversized trench coat with nothing underneath.I'm finally going to do it, I'm going to give myself completely to Lukas to show him just how much I love him."Mckayla?" Lukas sits up on his bed, removing his headphones. "What are you doing here?"Of course he would ask me that, we are on a break after all, well sorta. He's been putting more and more distance between us recently and I have had just about enough of it."How did you even get in?" He asks.I close his door and lean against it. "Key." I tell him before I start untying my trench coat.Lukas sighs, shaking his head in disbelief. "Mckayla, I don't know what you think you are doing but...."I remove
"If I was a color," my sister's voice sounds unusually sultry. "I would be violet.""Why violet?" Tatiana asks."Because violet is a mysterious color and I have to say I'm full of mysteries." I never thought Mckayla could be so poetic, but then again she's high out of her mind, we all are.Tatiana giggles. "Then I guess I'm green.""Because you love the environment?" Kristen asks, laughing as well."Fuck the environment, I'm green because I'm full of envy. I'm practically the green eyed monster."We all turn our attention to Tatiana, we are looking at her with caution but then suddenly, Mckayla starts to laugh, so hard that she she falls back on her carpeted floor.The rest of us join in, rolling with Mckayla on the floor. I don't know what's so funny but we can't stop laughing. It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard?Nah, it's definitely the weed."I'm p
The last time I wore an expensive and fancy dress was at my father and brother's joint memorial service. I remember it so distinctively because I had originally decided on wearing jeans and a hoodie that had belonged to my late brother, Kyle. But my mother forced me to change into a Chanel dress she had bought especially for the occasion and to make sure I did exactly as she said, she promised me I would join my dead father and brother if I didn't dress accordingly.Needless to say I put on the dress because I was so scared of dying even though I couldn't even understand the concept of death yet, after all I was only just nine when that fateful accident took away my twin brother and my father.Looking back one might say my mother was a terrible person, that the dying joke was tasteless but in her defense the double tragedy had distracted from taking her antidepressants and because of her OCD, she could only concentrate on one thing at
I have never been jealous before. I have always viewed jealousy as a pointless and useless emotion that only strokes the other person's ego. And I have actually never liked anyone enough to be jealous, except now.I had been more than annoyed with Mr Zukov's stupid buddy system when I found out that my partner was going to be the antichrist herself, Camila. But now that I am looking at Kristen with her partner, I resent it.While my partner is a bitchy dark haired she devil with blood red pointy fake nails, Kristen's partner is non other than Santiago freaking Monroe!With his tattoos and rugged good looks, Santiago is no doubt one of the hottest guys at our schools. His dark mood and antisocial behavior only solidifies his bad boy persona and as a teenage girl, I know how my fellow gender cannot resist that type. Girls are just suckers for guys who need to be saved and I fear Kristen may be no different.
After binge watching reruns of Keeping up with the Kardashians for days now, I have finally come to the conclusion that I'm depressed. Either that or I'm going through a phase where I don't leave my room to go to the bathroom, to eat or to even shower.Thanks to Mckayla and her dad I wasn't expelled but I was suspended for two weeks. And while I'm grateful to my friend for working her magic and getting me a lesser punishment, I'm starting to feel like this is the longest two weeks of my life and it's not going to come to an end anytime soon.And speaking of Mckayla's dad, he's been offline recently and scarce on the discreet dating app. I pretty much haven't spoken to him since I kissed him but one has nothing to do with the other because he doesn't know I'm the young girl he's been basically having an online affair with.I guess he's busy with work and other things, after all he is a married dad and he has an empi
From an early age my father always made it a point to tell me that I am the prettiest and smartest girl in the world, a rare combination of beauty and brains, he always says. In his own way its probably a parenting technique, a way to ensure that his little girl has confidence. And since my father is rarely wrong, I have always been confident in myself and everything that I do.Unlike most girls, I'm not shy about embracing my beauty. If there's one thing that I learnt from my mother, it's that your looks can get you places, after all, she went from being a lowly secretary to being the wife of the big bad boss and all because my father couldn't help but fall for her charms and beauty.And just like her, I'm not short on attention from the opposite sex. Even though I don't always acknowledge it, I notice the looks boys give me whenever I enter a room or walk past them. Some are disgusting, some are genuine but not one of them can hold a
Why does this feel so weird? Maybe because I'm the only one at school right now. I actually think I'm the first one which is weird because I'm never this early to anything. Come to think of it, why am I here this early and by myself?I walk down the empty hallways feeling strange due to the lack of judgemental eyes on me or whisperings or murmurings as I pass by. Oh well, I must have a reason for being this early so it doesn't matter who's here and who's not.But then as I continue to walk further down the empty halls, I realize that they are not so empty after all. There are two people ahead of me, I can't see them clearly but given the way they are pressing against each other I'm sure it's a girl and a boy having an early morning make out session.I have no intention of looking at them or talking to them but I can't help but catch a glimpse of the boy as I pass by them. I would recognize those tattooed han
The one downside about being hopelessly in love with someone is that you are willing to do anything for them, including jeopardizing your own mental health. I would know, I'm a wreck right now.I feel like I'm screaming and no one can hear because that's what depression feels like for me. And the worst part of feeling like this is that no one can help me because no one can ever understand how much it hurts. And I can't exactly make them understand because that would mean explaining to them that I'm in this current state because against my better judgement I decided to log into my social media accounts to check on the person I'm in love with who also happens to be my guidance counselor slash teacher who also happens to be very married.I don't know where I got the balls to stalk Mr Zukov on Instagram but I impulsively did and now I'm paying the price."You were doing so well." My mom is sitting on my bed, stroking m