As I reach inside my dorm room, I sit hopelessly on my bed. To be honest, my mind is still swirling with Max's words. If there is even a little truth in what he said, then I am feeling scared now. How will my relationship with Aiden be in future? Will we separate or will we end up together in the end?
I don't know if I love him or not. I will end up with Aiden. No matter what happens.“Belle, you are here. How was the meeting with Ethan?” Emily's voice pulls me back to the present.“Not good,” I reply, without even glancing at her, my head aching because of crying earlier.“Why? And by the way, why did you even go to meet him? You said you have no interest in Ethan.”I gasp and glance up into her eyes.“I went to meet him, because I wanted to give him a check, a one million dollar check.”Her eyes pop out from its sockets. “One. Million. Dollar. Check. Why?” she blurts out.Because of Ethan, I neither feel like eating nor doing anything. My phone starts buzzing, showing Aiden's caller ID. I don't pick his calls and place my phone aside. If he hears my voice, he'll comprehend that I'm not okay. I cover my body with a blanket, tears shedding from my eyes one by one, the weight of loneliness pressing down on my chest. My head throbs from crying so much. Overall, I'm just a mess.Max was a good friend of mine. Now, he'll also not talk to me. I will not forgive you for this, Ethan. Sobbing continuously, I drift into a deep slumber. Abruptly, because of the phone's ringtone, I flinch, opening my eyes. I narrow my eyes, sun rays making it hard to open my eyes fully. I reach for my phone. I glance at the phone screen. It's my mother. Picking up the call, I say, “Hello.” I yawn and stretch my arms. “Belle, we have reached New York City. I'm sending the driver to pick you up. Okay, get ready,” she informs. In stress, I completely forgot that I told them to co
Stunned by witnessing Ethan, I don't even stand up to greet him. My father approaches him and they both shake their hands. Ethan averts his gaze to me and again to my father, as they both sit on the sofas, my mother goes inside the room. I am stunned. Don't know if I should stand and go, or stay here and listen to their talks. “How's the business going on?” my father asks him. "Everything is well, Mr. Dubois! Nice to meet you. Heard a lot about your hotels, sounds impressive,” Ethan says."How do you think we can team up?" "Well, imagine this: we throw awesome events at your resorts, mixing live shows with the vacation vibe. It could be a hit, don't you think?" Ethan cocks his brows. "Hmm, I like the sound of that. But how do we make sure everything runs smoothly, with all the moving parts?""No worries, we've got a skilled team for that. We'll work closely with your folks to make sure every detail fits the vibe of your places. It's all about giving guests an unforgettable time."
Pushing Ethan away from me, I take steps towards the elevator door and kick on it in frustration. My heart skips a beat as the elevator light starts flickering. The elevator jolts to a sudden stop. I press all the buttons, but nothing happens. Claustrophobia hits me hard, making it impossible to think clearly. My chest tightens and I can barely catch a breath. “Shit! We are stuck now,” Ethan curses under his breath, and turns on his phone's flashlight. I back into a corner, my hands shaking uncontrollably, my body sweating. My breath hitches in my throat, as my eyes widen in terror. The small space in the elevator is haunting me. “Help…” I try to murmur, my voice barely audible. Ethan averts his gaze to me, and comes towards me. “Belle, calm down. It will open. Don't panic,” he says, trying to soothe my anxiety, but I can't.All of a sudden, I see my younger self—stuck in a car. I'm crying, and hitting the glass window of the car, trying to open the door.“Mom…dad…” I'm saying. N
Next day, I attend the school, but don't know why…I'm not feeling well. I'm feeling like something bad is about to happen. It's the first time that Aiden didn't call me at night time. He didn't call me last night. Maybe he's angry that I didn't pick his call the previous night. And I didn't call him either; I never do. My gut feeling is telling that it's the calm before the storm. “I hope nothing bad happens,” I murmur to myself, as I enter the cafeteria. Now Ethan will come and sit beside me, like he does everyday. How bad my life is!Out of nowhere, the microphone’s harsh sound bounces off the walls, catching everyone off guard. What's this now? Why is there noise coming from the microphone in the cafeteria?“Attention, everyone…”As soon as I recognize the familiar voice I hear all day and night, I turn swiftly, and to my surprise, my eyes meet Aiden's eyes, who's settled on a table in the middle of the cafeteria, holding a guitar, and a microphone placed in front of him. Why i
The school nurse bandages Aiden's head, as it's just a minor injury, there wasn't any need to go to the hospital. Aiden's head has been bandaged. And now, three of us: Ethan, Aiden, and me, we are in the principal's office. I'm standing in between them. Principal, sitting on his chair, is glaring at us, from the past few minutes. Three of us are silent, just staring at the floor, as there's nothing to utter. My mind is still swirling with thoughts of Ethan. How can a guy be like him? He hit his best friend's head, just because of a girl. To have me, Ethan can do anything. He's crazy, for sure. Breaking the ice, the principal finally utters, “Ethan and Aiden, you both are best friends. Why did you end up fighting? Can you please share with me? Huh!” Ethan and Aiden exchange glances, and none of them utter anything. The silence works as fuel in the principal's anger. “Belle, at least you tell me what happened between them?” he asks. I don't know what to say. They both fought becau
Reaching the police station, I scamper inside in a hurry. Aiden is sitting on a seat, in front of an officer. I take quick steps towards him. “Aiden…” I utter. He turns his head slightly to me, his expression hard. “Why are you here?” he barks.“How could I leave you alone?” I shoot a quick response.Shutting his eyes, he gasps. “Belle,” he says, looking into my eyes. “Why don't you understand? It's not a decent place.”“I know, but I can't leave you alone. I'm your girlfriend,” I say, taking his hands in mine. And finally, a soft smile appears on his face. His face softens.“Don't worry about me. Dad will come soon, and I'll be discharged then,” he blurts out, caressing my hand's back, and kissing it. “Hey, Romeo and Juliet. Be lovebirds after going home. This is a police station,” the officer says. I nod in response. The officer averts his gaze to Aiden again and renders him his own phone. “Type your father's number. All the time you were barking…call my dad, call my dad. What
As Aiden finally pulls apart, breaking the kiss, he kisses my forehead gently, and wipes my tears. “I told you, I can't see your tears. It hurts me,” he blurts out. A soft smile appears on my face, hearing his words. Aiden turns slightly to his father, his gaze unwavering. “I think you've seen the future,” he says. Mr. Allen is just glaring into Aiden's eyes, fuming in rage. “If I wouldn't have come here, you'd be behind the bars,” his father states. “Then go. I'll go to jail,” Aiden says. I turn my face to Aiden, furrowing my brows. Why is he saying all this now? Does he want to cause more trouble for himself? Idiot!Both father and son are glaring into each other's eyes, their jaws tense. “Officers…” Mr. Allen says aloud. “I need to get my son out of here,” he says firmly, his voice commanding attention. The officer, terrified by his father's authority, nods and begins the process of releasing Aiden, while Aiden's father and brother steps outside, without saying anything furth
“Belle…please, listen to me. Open the door.” Aiden is begging me to open the door, apologizing for his behavior, but neither I open the door nor reply to him. Lost in my thoughts, I cry until I drift into a deep slumber. With a loud thud, I flinch and open my eyes. The city lights shimmering like stars in the skyline view of Aiden's room's glass wall. I rub sleep from my eyes and settle on my feet. “Belle…are you listening to me? Please, open the door. You are scaring me now.” Aiden's voice guards me off. Turning the door's knob, I open the door slowly. My eyes meet Aiden's eyes. He's sitting across the room threshold, tears brimming in his eyes. Settling on his feet, he steps towards me, shedding his tears. “I'm sorry. Forgive me,” he demands, cupping my face. Tears well up in my eyes, as I gently push him away. “You always say sorry, Aiden, and you always end up doing the very same thing. This time I'm feeling like ending our relationship,” I murmur, my voice tremblin