As I gain consciousness, I witness Ethan sleeping peacefully in between my legs, hugging my waist tightly, his head laying on my stomach. On the spacious king-sized bed, he seems completely at ease. How peaceful it is to see him like this! I can literally stare at this guy for my whole life. My hands tangle in his hair, I begin to caress his hair, feeling at peace and happiness. In this moment, everything feels perfect, and I'm filled with an overwhelming joy and contentment. Leaning his head back, Ethan stares into my eyes with his sleepy eyes. His lips curl into a smile. I grin back. Crawling to me, he lays beside me, pulling the blanket up to our waists; and pulls me towards him, wrapping his arms around my waist, giving a soft peck on my forehead. I feel at ease, our bodies half covered. I lay my head on his chest, caressing his silver cross pendant that he always wears. His grip tightens around my waist. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I shut my eyes, drifting into a deep
I don't know why I let my guard down last night. I can't let that happen again. I can't trust him, or myself, to let my emotions take over my mind again. I need to put my walls back up. I need to guard up and protect myself. You are a drama queen, Belle. You always act whenever needed. Did you forget that? Today's the same as other days. Just start your drama. Act as if you don't care. Act as if you are not embarrassed…even when you are. Act as if the last night was just the result of your sexual desires and does not mean anything to you. All you have to do is just…act. Putting the same badass bitch facade on my face—which I always put to hide the real emotions on my face, I turn to see Mr. Wilson. There's an evil smirk on his face; and my eyes land on the red purple marks on his neck, that is obviously given by me. “Why did you slam the door?” I growl.“So that you don't run away from here,” he retorts. “Move your hand. I need to go.”“I won't. I need you to eat something and ta
After reaching the dorm room, I don't see Emily here. She might have gone somewhere. Thankfully, she isn't here. I want to be alone for a while. I need some time to process whatever is happening to me. Throwing my bag, phone, and the bouquet on the bed, as I try to sit, I wince. My lower back is aching badly. I've eaten outside; I can take pills now. I swallow the pills with water; and then, my eyes land on the bouquet again. Why did I not throw it somewhere? Why does it hurt me to hurt him? Do I have feelings for Ethan? “It's too early to consider it as love, but too late to consider it as nothing,” I murmur to myself, as I pick up the bouquet again in my arms, my tears trickle down from my eyes. It hurts me when I hurt you, Ethan. Why can't you just leave me alone? I am not ready to develop any deep, intense feelings for anyone. I don't know if you truly love me or not. Even if you do, I still don't want to be with you. I don't want any more drama. I know you are the same like
As I look in the mirror I see myself, standing in my undergarments, I couldn't do anything but think about the models. How do they pose in a bikini? When I was a kid, I wanted to be a model because I used to think that I'm very pretty. I love myself way too much. I'm kind of obsessed with myself. Many of my classmates talk behind my back and say that I'm a fossil. Am I? I don't know. I'm not a native American, maybe that's why they think that. I have a skinny hourglass body, dark brown almond shaped eyes, full lips, slim face, brunette long wavy hair that reaches my hips, an average 5 '6 height and rosy complexion. Everything about my body and my looks makes me fall in love with myself. In Corsica, a couple lost their two baby boys and then a girl took birth at their home. They did every possible thing they could do to keep her alive and gave her name 'Belle' because she was beautiful—so much beautiful for them. And yeah that would obviously be me. I'm Belle Dubois and I'm just lik
As I rejected Ethan, I gasped and walked away from him, without giving a glance to him. I don't know if he likes me or not. I just know one thing, I like Aiden, my boyfriend and I'm not going to break up with him. With great difficulty I have found him. I do not have the courage to lose him again. As I enter the cafeteria, my eyes search for the blonde hair girl, my best friend, Emily. She's been my best friend from day one. I sigh in relief as my eyes catch a glimpse of her blonde hair in the crowd. I grin and I take a seat beside my best friend and my roommate, Emily. “I'm feeling under the weather.” She furrows her brows. “Why?” She asks as she takes a bite of burger and licks the corner of her mouth. “A guy proposed to me just a moment ago.” “What? Another guy likes you.” Emily murmurs in shock. I sigh, shutting my eyes close and nod. “Sometimes I wonder how many guys like you. By the way, what happened then?” She asks. “I rejected him.” I look into her eyes. Why
As I reached the library, I tried to take a book from the book shelf, but I couldn't reach my hands there. As I begin to jump to take that book, I feel someone wrapped hands around my waist from behind. I flinch from the abrupt touch and turn to see and the moment I see that person's face, my lips widen in a big grin. His dark brown eyes matched with mine. The black leather jacket he has worn over the white tee, is adorning his features. His hair neatly combed and polished back, leaving a stand of hair in front of his right eye. He winks at me. As tears well up in my eyes, I grasp his t-shirt and pull him for a hug. It's my boyfriend, my Aiden. “Missed me?” He asks. I nod as tears start shedding from my eyes over his t-shirt one by one, recalling the moments of morning when Ethan told me that he likes me and wants to date me. Aiden pulls me away from him and cups my face, furrowing his brows. “Hey! Mad girl. Did someone say something?” He wipes my tears with his thumbs. “No
It's Sunday. Finally, I'm going on a date with my boyfriend. I did my morning routine hurriedly. I hope everything goes well. I took a shower and started finding something to wear for my date. What should I wear? I don't know where we are going. I should take help from Emily. “Emily.” “Yes.” She says in her sleepy voice. “Can you help me? I don't know what I should wear for my date?” I say. “I think you should wear lingerie.” She suggests. “Yeah.” I nod and then furrow my brows. “Wait! What!” I ask as if I hear something wrong. She starts laughing at me. “Yeah. Go and wear lingerie. It will be easier for him to fuck you then.” She says and laughs. I blink my eyes in disbelief and my cheeks flush in embarrassment. “Shut up. We are not going to do that.” I glance away briefly. “Oh c'mon. Everyone knows what happens between couples. Don't be a fool. Everyone does that.” She stands beside me. I bite my lower lip in stress. “Everyone does!” I ask in surprise, glan
“Belle, wake up. Look what's here.” Emily's hoarse voice wakes me up from my deep slumber. Sitting up in my bed, crossing my legs I stretch my arms and stifle a yawn. “What happened?” I ask, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. She approaches me, a big bouquet of delicate red rose flowers, adorning her arms. “It was laying down outside of our room,” she informs. “For Belle: it is written on this bouquet.” She renders me that bouquet. My eyes gawk at the flowers carefully. I am a little surprised to hear this. No one has sent me flowers before today. Many guys proposed to me till date but no one ever sent flowers. Who did it today? Is it Aiden? “It must be Aiden.” I flash a wide grin to Emily. “We couldn't go on a date. Maybe that's why he sent these flowers to console me. I should call him.” “Okay,” she says and begins to roll her blanket. I pick up my phone; my mind reeling with Aiden's thoughts as I dial his number. He's such a great boyfriend. Never leaves a chance to make me