Collegium- an educational institution; collegeOrigin: Latin1"Yes mom... Okaaay mooom. I heard you. I said okay.... Yes I will mom!" I rolled my eyes as I was busy and struggling on grabbing my luggage out of the house with a phone in between my shoulder and ear.My mother has always been the worry-freak whenever we're far from her or she's abroad with dad cos of work. One time, I remember when I was still a kid, my brother said that she even went to my brother's camping at two in the morning cos he forgot his mosquito spray and well technically he got embarrassed by it. He lived with the embarrassment until he reached eighth grade. I know it's normal for moms to act that way and worry cos that's part of their jobs but our mom is a very worry-freak even to the smallest details in our lives. I think we sort of got used to it now we've gotten bigger."Mom, will you please st
KismetTranslation: FateOrigin: Turkish2He is taking my breath away.He is very handsome. Very very very handsome. Manly handsome. Scruffy handsome. Goodness. Look at him!His facial beard is making him even more mature and hot. And damn his light clear blue eyes are to die for. It's so blue that I think it's almost colorless. I'm lost for words to answer him cos he's oozing with sex appeal. He's ridiculously hot. His eyes are not heavy-lidded anymore. His very intense and penetrating stares are making my morning awkward.Very awkward."I..." I trailed off.Recover Savannah! Quick! I thought."I should be the one asking you that cos you're the one who's in my property. You're invading my space." I said with my arms crossed together while raising my eyebrows at him.
Fraternité- Brotherhood of man; FraternityOrigin:French3Cameron specifically told me to stay away from frat men because well, they are frat men, they are dangerous and prone to fights. But here I am walking towards a black pick up truck full of frat men on the truck bed. God, why is Tracy even so persuasive? And why did I have to go with her? I should be up in our room sleeping or rereading the book again cos I miss the part where the antagonist was caught by the cops or maybe watching a movie in Netflix. But nooo, Savannah is out partying on her second night in Washington State University."Trace! Hurry up! Cmon! We're running late!" I hear one calling out from the passenger seat."Geez what's the rush it's only ten." Tracy whines as she grabs my wrist.The men, they were in number of five, from the back of the truck were waving and smiling at me. They w
DesafioTranslation: ChallengeOrigin: Portuguese/Spanish4I wore his frat shirt on me and folded my wet shirt and my sweater. It was so loose on me and I wanted to go out right away about then I didn't. I decided to try to take a look around his room. Even though it was boring here, it was still a little bit interesting. There was no picture frames either but there's just a table, a lampshade, a bed and a fridge next to it. The room is really so dull. The walls were off white and there's just nothing around here.I hear a knock by the door, "What's taking you so long?""Almost done." I lied.I fixed my hair and felt the ends of it were wet with the drink. I headed to the door and opened it. I found him standing right outside the room with a beer on his hand. His smoldering winter blue eyes looked at me and I finally stepped out of h
IncontroTranslation: EncounterOrigin: Italian5I sit right next to his feet on the edge of his bed while I was waiting for the dreadful five minutes to end. He was sitting down while resting his back on the headboard and had his phone on his hand. Tracy had finally given it to him maybe. He didn't even look at me or made any form of way to start a conversation. Hell, why would be even start a conversation with me?I sigh heavily, making him notice that I was getting bored in here. I think my saliva has ran dry cos we're both so quiet."Just so you know I need that shirt back by Friday." I hear him, talking. Finally.It worked. He talked.I gazed at him over my shoulder. "I'll dry wash it. Don't worry."He grunts. "Four more minutes."As if he's the only one in agony here. There was that awkward pause in between us again. I just sat there and he just sat
Lothario- a man whose chief interest is seducing womenOrigin: English6"Savannah right?" He asks.I nod. "Yeah.""I'm Aries. As much I want to shake your hand for formal introduction, I can't cos I'm driving right now." He said smilingly."Yeah I don't want to be on the headlines of the newspaper tomorrow for car crash."He laughs deeply."So what's up with you and Nick?" Aries ask while he was busy driving me back to the dorm."Nothing's up with me and Nick. There's no me and Nick anyways." I snorted.He chuckles while he turns to the left. He was holding the stirring wheel with one hand, I could see the muscles on his biceps flexing with the other hand holding an energy drink. He's handsome, okay. He's pretty hot as well and his jawline is making him so sexy. He's blond, so I'm thinking he's blue-ey
Erstwhile- in the pastOrigin: English7NICK'S POVEIGHT YEARS AGOMy bedroom door opens wide all of a sudden and I had to hurriedly exit the porn site I was looking at and I quickly fixed my pants, pressing my boner down on the bed. Damn it mom, could you at least knock? I was almost on my peak."Nick will you look after Tracy for me tonight?" She says while she was fixing her earrings and not looking at me.I exhale."Mom, she's already twelve." I whined.She slapped my ass, "And you're older than her. Don't go anywhere tonight."I quickly pulled myself up from the bed with my plow covering my boner and my face fell. "But mom it's Friday and I'm going out to Alec's.""Goodness Nicholas you're already sixteen! At least be responsible here at home. You're always
CHAPTER 8 Sirsnība Sirsnība Translation: SincerityOrigin: Latvian 8 SAVANNAH'S POV Around two in the afternoon, I was inside a coffee shop reading this new novel that I borrowed from the library. Then I saw Billy on the same coffee shop, looking for a table. "Billy!" I called out to him. He turned to me and waved then started walking towards the table. Billy reminds me of my gay best friend Kurt who was always been bullied because he was gay. Kurt was also a nerd and wore glasses like him. He was older than me and Billy exactly resembled Kurt. And I always feel sorry for nerds who gets bullied just because of how they look. People in high school and in college are always so judgmental. "Hi. How are you?" I asked. "Great." He answers, wiping the sweat on his forehead. "No frat guys that are haunting down your ass?" I asked before taking a sip from my frappe. He pulled out a long list. "Nope. But they've asked me to buy them frappes on my own expense." I gaped. "No they did