As I walk to the court, I see Keenan and Rory waiting by the bench. Rory sees me first and chuckles and eye me from head to toe. “White? Seriously, dude, are we in heaven?” I roll my eyes, “Black? Seriously, dude, are we in the beginning?” I shoot back, mimicking his voice as I eye his black sports outfit from head to toe. He nods and raises his hands up in surrender. “Fine. You win, we are not. I’m only wearing this because this is my wife’s favourite colour, and he always wears that,” he points to Keenan, who is beside him in orange jersey, shorts, and converse. “Because it is his wife’s favourite colour, so whose favourite colour is that?” He asks, with his hand pointing to my jersey. I know whose favourite colour I’m wearing. I just don’t think they need to know. So instead I smirk, “Your grandma’s.” I reply and bounce the ball. “Are we playing or what?” They both get up and run towards me and I’m about to show them how a pro plays the game. Well, Rory was right when he said
Karen’s POV “Because it’s ten years ago today, kid.” He replies and his eyes drop. It’s ten years ago today that I lost Papa to a brain tumour. Ten years ago today, William became my guardian. Flashback... “Where is Papa?” I asked, horror written on my face as I stared at William’s wounded ones. He looks down, still rubbing small circles on my hand. “Papa has gone to a place a much better place and there he won’t be sick anymore.” My childish heart leaped for joy at what William had said. Papa was in a better place, he will not be sick or have his hair fall off again and if there was a place like that, I too wanted to go. “I want to go to where papa is. Will you take me there?” Then he looked up at me. His eyes seem to contemplate the suitable answer to give. “One day you are going to go there and you will meet him, but now I need you here with me.” I stare at him sadly, tears filling up my eyes, “If Papa’s gone, who will I stay with?” I ask as tears run down my face and my lip
William’s POV 4 months later, I feel the warmth of Karen’s skin on my hand as I seize her warm, wet lips in mine. She moans and arches her back against me, her bare breast pressing heavily against my chest. I suck her bottom lips and my finger moves on her bare back, up to her neck and she quiver. “Will–iam I need you.” She says breathlessly, and I growl, knowing the feeling is mutual. I lift her short flirty skirt and slip my hand past the silver band of her panties, touching her soft, wet spot that longs to be filled. She shivers into my hand, pulling away and biting her lips as my middle finger slips into her and my thumb rubs her button and my lip close on her left nipple. She moans, and she seems to want what I’m doing with both my hand and mouth if not crave it and she works her hips, moving it against my finger and her fingers bury in my hair and tug it roughly. I hiss at my growing desire and the need to satisfy it and I pull away from her, making her whine and protest aga
Karen's POV We cut our trip to the pool party short to just two hours after Arthur got into a fight with one guy for using an insulting language on me. Arthur sustained a bruised cheek, the only advantage the other guy had was because he was taller than Arthur. meanwhile Arthur gave him a black eye and knocked out some of his teeth. Chloe became devastated, and we didn't want to ruin her pool party any more than we already have, so we left. "I'll drive," I say as Arthur and I come to his car and I open my hand so he can drop the key in it. He shakes his head, his hand rubs his purple coloured right cheeks before removing it and grinning widely at me, "I'm fine babe, I'll drive besides I've never seen you drive before and I don't want to risk getting pulled over by the cops today." I frown, feeling sad and hurt at his words. "Just because William doesn't let me do anything does not mean I don't know how to do anything." He dips his hand into his shorts and hands it to me, but I
In the next weeks that passed, William and Ashley were over at the place in the house. Not in the manner of sex, which is a good thing, but being close with each other, William seems to be happier and it made me feel happy for him and his newfound source of happiness, Ashley. As I promised, I worked my difference out with Ashley... not really, I still consider her a snake, but at least I’m no longer running and telling William every little thing she did behind his back, I wait for fate to reveal it all. William did the unthinkable when he asks her to move in and like it wasn’t enough that a girl I despise is with the man I’ve loved all my life, I had to see her every minute of every day because she makes it a habit of barging in and since according to her was a way of being friends. Yes, she has increased her habit of taking things that aren’t hers. In the past months, she’s taken my clothes, money and makeups and, according to her, there was no need for me to make myself look beaut
For the next two hours that pass, I lay on Chloe’s bed coiled into a ball and the only sound heard are the small whimpers and sobbing sound I make. My heart is bleeding and I can’t comfort it like I always have in the past. I am going to lose William forever and it has already started because every moment that passes; I feel him slip away. Chloe hasn’t said a thing to me in the last hours either, and I think that she’s mad at me, but I’m already too tormented to even care about that. I don’t blame her for being mad. I’d be mad too if I was in her shoes and my best friend kept such a thing away from me. “You love William?!” It would have been a question if she didn’t yell it out. Finally, you’re back! “How did I not see it?” Because according to Arthur, you’re a bat in noticing things, especially people’s feeling. My mind sarcastically replies, but my mouth dare not open for fear of losing the last shelter I now seem to have. “What about Arthur, your boyfriend?” A sigh escape me
Three weeks later -> The engagement party went differently from how William earlier wanted it to be. I discouraged him from making it a surprise party, reminding him just how much Ashley hated surprises. I also told him her favourite colour was purple and would always pick a lace fabric over a silk fabric any day. At first, William was sceptical about my wanting to help, but I shrugged it off and told him it was no big deal and, honestly, it wasn’t. I’ve seriously surprised myself at the level of control and composure I’ve had in all of this and every day it increases. Sure, Ashley pushes my button from time to time, throwing herself at William while I’m present, touching him in ways that are inappropriate and sometimes unbearable to watch without having a bleeding heart, but I don’t let her get to me. Arthur has been with me, too. Yes, I should have broken things with him off, but he confessed he’d cheated on me by making out with a random girl on his nineteenth birthday three wee
My eyes slowly open at the continuous shaking of my body and as my vision clears, I realise that I’m in William’s arms and the continuous shaking is because he’s running with me and the reason I do not know. I gasp in fear at the much stain of blood on William's white long sleeve and I quiver at the reason for such amount of blood loss. What happened to me? I silently wonder, with a blank mind not finding anything clear for the while I’ve been awake. Why is William running? Why are William's clothes soaked in blood? And why is he carrying me?! It’s not right, William shouldn’t be carrying me, he should be with...... ASHLEY! She did something to me and my head hurt a lot. It still does, but why? My phone I recorded something about Ashley and the snake did something to me. “Wil...lia...m...,” my phone. I try to say, but the pain in my head just increases and I close my eyes, immediately stopping at the mention of his name. He looks at me with a sorrowful eye, “Shh, we are getting you