“Tina. Long time no see.” Flora gave me a side hug. The dark bags under her eyes were more evident than usual. Humming, I nodded.It had actually been a while since I last had a talk with Flora. She was always busy with that jock who didn't care about her.She was just stuck in a toxic relationship.“How have you been?” she smiled weakly, the once usual shiny aura dulling with time.“Great. You?”“I’m.. okay.” She hesitantly spoke while fidgeting with her fingers. “I-” Sighing, she leaned back on the bench, closing her eyes. “-I’m sorry.”“I’m sorry f..for ignoring you. I’m sorry for not talking to you.”“Don't worry, Flora. No need to say sorry. You must have your reasons.” I replied, whilst staring at our class who busy playing basketball on the school grounds. “No. I am sorry. I’m such a shitty friend.”She grabbed my hand and placed it on her lap, her fingers intervened with mine. “Les, I’m really really sorry.”Sighing, I mimicked her position. “Are you okay? you look like you've
All of my life, I stayed away from people thinking if I ever got close to them, they would get hurt.Boy, I was right.Father died infront of my own eyes. His men that came to find me were shot dead in an unknown valley. Mother didn't care about me. Ares is god knows where or maybe dead?I hissed under my breath. “Ugh, nuisance.”“Got something to say, Miss Vidal? mind telling the whole class?” Our lab instructor cocked an eyebrow at me. Giving him a forced grin, I shook my head, “just thinking that you could look even more decent if you'd stop wearing those huge sponge bob specs.”Instantly the whole class erupted into laughter whilst I could see a trail of red steam coming out of his ears. “Out, Vidal.”“Oh please. I’ve heard this sentence a millions time. Try something new and I’ll gladly leave.” Leaning back, I checked out my fresh flowery manicure that was done by Flora herself, a few hours earlier.“Should I call your mother?” he gritted out as he adjusted those hideous specs. “
“Be at my home--sharp at four for the project and tutoring sessions.” My eyes scanned the sentence over and over again, until an alarming bell rang over my head. Fuck I was failing and I wouldn't be able to graduate at this rate. “Wanna head for the club after our preparatory class?” Flora asked as she popped another fry in her mouth. “Tsk, cant. Have plans today.” I replied with a huff, showing her the screen of the phone.“Jesus. You’re actually failing. Better do something about it.” She made a weird face and went back to reading the textbook.The classes ended in a blur and now was the time to leave for home.“Bye Les, see you tomorrow.” Flora waved at me as she ran off to the cheerleaders. “Bye.” I yelled back and made my way towards the parking lot.Getting in the car, I started the engine and raced towards his house.It was almost four thirty and I had no better things to do. These past days my panic attacks and nightmares were quiet frequent. I don't know why but the people
Few hours had passed by.At first Zachariah showed me that he had completed half of the project without me knowing, ofcourse.His notes were detailed and the descriptions of the thesis was extra.Then his mom had came by to pass us some snacks as we studied and surprisingly, I learned about a few topics but Maths was something I couldn't grasp my hands on.For the past few minutes I was stuck on the very same question he had just taught me how to solve it moments ago. My brain being the slowest couldn't understand it at all.A groan left my mouth as I banged my head against the table, “Stupid Maths. Who even fucking invented this piece of gross numbers.”A chuckle brought me back from my depressed trance. Lifting my head up, I saw Zachariah looking at me from under his glasses with an amused expression.An open book resting inbetween his hands.“Having trouble?”“What does it look like then? fun?” Grumbling, my eyes flickered back on the paper. The question making my patience slip awa
A wave of nervousness flashed in my body.His expression were twisted in a weird way making my stomach churn in anxiety. Did I get them all wrong? am I that stupid? Shifting in my position back and forth, I chewed on my lower lip. “Um..”“Quiet for a second.” His words instantly made me shut up.After a few minutes, which seemed to be hours, he finally placed the sheet of the paper down infront of him. His face blank and expressionless.Oh boy. I did disappoint him. “Did I.. fail?” I asked vulnerably, my voice just above a whisper.Sliding the paper towards me, I abruptly placed my hand on the paper, not liking the idea of glancing at a big fat zero.His eyebrow arched, silently questioning why I was being like this. But what can an anxiety filled girl do? she can't see the disappointment in their orbs, specially his.“Let go. And look at your paper.” He stated, gripping the corner of the paper and yanking it away from my hold.Shaking my head vigorously, I turned around and crossed
“The ocean?”Zachariah hummed, looking away. Red tint covering the whole area of his cheeks.We both had left the basement since it was getting a bit hotter with time. Right now, we were seated on the same bean bags but on a different floor. The floor of Zachariah's bedroom. “Why?”“Uh, I don’t know. I have always loved the fresh sea breeze.”“Oh? Really? Well for some reason the color of eyes reminds me of the sea and the greenery within in it.” I blurted out with a small smirk latched on my face. His head turned towards me, wide eyed. “Eh, stop exaggerating.”“I’m quite serious though.” I shrugged, giving him a playful glare.He shook his head and mumbled, “but some people say that I have weird and scary eyes who lure people away.”A gasp left my mouth. “What-?! no way. Who the fuck said such thing?”“N-No one.” He sighed and stood up.His feet led him to the attached balcony.“Zar, you can't let people talk to you like that.” I scoffed whilst mimicking his actions.I walked and st
"I still think this is a bad idea.""Shut your mouth for once, okay?" I huffed as I went through his weird stuffed closet. "I swear Celestina, this is not good." He sighed, leaning against the door with his arms wrapped on his chest.I tsked, ignoring him for the twentieth time."Shush."From the past half an hour I was trying to find something elegant yet attractive at the same time but his wardrobe was filled with simple and cute clothes. Expected from a nerd. "Don't you have something presentable?" Tilting my head, I arched an eyebrow at him."Sorry for not being presentable." He mocked back mimicking my exact same expression."Oh boy this won't do. You need exposure and these pieces are getting in the way." I stated, getting up. Turning around, I exited his walk in closet with him following me behind. Tapping my chin, I thought for a better idea."You have too many bright colors." Diverting my eyes to his body, I carefully examined his aura."Black, dark grey and white would defi
"You're drooling, Zachariah."Red tint immediately covered his cheeks. He gulped and averted his eyes.The bright red dress I wore today was quite revealing then usual so it was obvious for him to stare at me those big doey eyes. The silky bodycon dress was backless, strapless and reach my mid thighs as tiny white sequins adorned the chest line."Ready?" I asked him and he hesitantly nodded. "Great, let's get you your very first drink." I smiled and walked towards the exit with him following me behind.I swear I had even heard a sharp intake of breath behind me.We both took his luxurious car and departed from my house, since apparently I had left mine at home.*Few moments later, we reached at our destination; also know as the club; Devils Red.We both exited the car with him shivering in fear and anxiety. As we marched towards the entrance, Zachariah suddenly halted and looked at me, "I-I'm not sure about this. Can we like g-go back?" He asked."Are you scared, Zar?" Tilting my hea