Aiden wants me to throw this bouquet but I don't want to. Ethan sent these flowers with feelings and throwing this bouquet, crushing these flowers means crushing his feelings. I know there's nothing between us—no chance at all. But his feelings, just by thinking about hurting his feelings, hurts me.
Mom always said if a person gives you a gift then you should always keep that—no matter what that gift is: jewelry, money, expensive, non expensive. Gifts are a person's emotions. How can I throw this bouquet? “Why does Aiden have no emotions?” I murmur. I stand up from the bed, grasping the bouquet. As I walk outside of the campus, I look for someone to give this bouquet. It would be better to give this bouquet to another person rather than throwing it away. My eyes search for a person, and it lands over an old lady, walking on the sidewalk. I take big steps towards her and offer her that bouquet. She furrows her brows. “This is for you. You are beautiful,” I say. Her eyes sparkle as she smiles widely and grasps the bouquet. “Thank you so much,” she says. She picks a flower from the bouquet and renders me that flower. “You are gorgeous. Take it.” I chuckle at her words and nod. “Okay. Bye.” I grasp the flower and make my way back to my dorm, bidding her goodbye. As I enter the room, my eyes settle over the red rose I'm holding. What should I do with this flower now? I was wanting to get rid of Ethan's flowers but at the end, it again came back to me. It's just one flower; there's nothing wrong with keeping one flower, I guess. I look for a book and my eyes land on my favorite fairytale book—Beauty and the Beast. I flash a wide grin as I open the book and put the flower inside it. Neither flowers waste nor Aiden's feelings hurt thankfully. “Now go and take a shower, Belle.” I grab my towel and my garments ultimately, wanting to get fresh and take a shower as soon as possible. New academic year is about to start in a few days; I thought of revising previous year's topics for better understanding so I made my way to the library after the shower. I pick a book from the shelf and take a nearby seat to study. Just then, I inhale a familiar intoxicating smell—my pulse quickens. It's Ethan's scent. The unmistakable blend of musk and amber that sends shivers down my spine. That day in the corridor, he was so close to me that I memorized his cologne somehow. My head turns slightly, my eyes looking for a glimpse of him in the library until it lands on him. His eyes meet mine, making my heart beat increase. I look down hurriedly and bury my face inside my notebook. I wish he had not seen me gawking at him. I swallow hard and glance up slowly to see if he's still looking or not. I sigh in relief as I witness him reading his book. His long disheveled hair, before his dark brown eyes, round shaped eyeglasses adorning his face—he’s looking hot. I'm staring at him continuously and I think he knows I'm staring. He just doesn't seem to care about that. “Why are you staring at him, Belle? You are here to study, not to stare at him.” As I hold my pen, I begin to write notes down in my notebook—I envision Ethan's eyes. His dark brown eyes pierce my soul. His eyes feel familiar. His presence is making me uncomfortable even though he's far away from me. Why am I unable to focus on my study? “Focus. Belle,” I murmur and stare back at my notebook. My eyes widen as I see Ethan's name written on the whole page. Why did I write this? Are you an idiot Belle? “What are you doing?” I shout at myself. Everyone's gaze turns at me including Ethan's. My cheeks flash red in embarrassment. I stare at his name on my notebook again. I should have not come here. “Belle,” Ethan’s voice passes through my ears. I glance up, turning my head slightly up. He's standing beside me. “Is everything okay?” he asks, his face concerned. I can only nod, my throat suddenly dries and words stuck in my throat. “Are you unable to solve problems? I can give you a hand,” he says as he sits beside me. I stare at him from toe to head. Seriously! I'm the topper of the class. He'll give me a hand. How? The way he looks—the tattoos, long hair, his cold expression face and tight jaw; he doesn't seem like a studious person. “Show me,” he says as he tries to peep into my notebook. What if he sees his name on my notebook? I shut my notebook hurriedly and glare at him as I utter, “I don't need your help.” Without wasting a second, I stand up, gather my things, and run outside the library. I can't bear his presence anymore. It's better to go back to the dorm room. “Belle.” I stop as his voice interrupts me. What does he want to say now? “Did you like the flowers?” He asks. As I turn to him, staring into his eyes, I utter, “I threw that bouquet.” I lied. Obviously, why would I tell him that I gave the flowers to someone else because I didn't want to throw it? My heart aches at the sight of him, his face showing disappointment and hurt. I am not that type of girl who likes hurting boys' feelings. I know he's interested in me. I can see that, but I can't do anything for him. He takes steps towards me. “Why can't you like me?” He asks. His cologne is intoxicating and sending shivers down my spine. “I told you I have a boyfriend.” “I don't believe that,” he retorts, his breathing fanning over my face as he stops an inch away from me. “You are lying to me.” “Why would I lie?” I glare into his eyes. “Because girls are like this. Despite liking, they lie that they have no feelings,” he says. As he takes more steps towards me, I walk backwards. My eyes take a glimpse of every corner of the corridor. If students see us together, they'll think that we are a couple. I don't want any drama in my life. “I don't have romantic feelings for you.” I press my teeth. “I love my boyfriend.” “You are lying again. There's no one in your life,” he says. “I am not lying.” I tilt my face slightly, my brows furrow. “Why don't you believe me?” “If you are not lying then where's your boyfriend? Huh?” His face just an inch away from mine, glaring into my eyes as his pulse quickens. “Why does no one know about your relationship?” I take a step back—the closeness between us threatens me. “Because I kept it to myself.” “Why?” He raises his brows. “Because I like keeping my love life private.” I shoot a quick response. “I like my privacy. I don't want anyone to interfere in my love life.” His jaw tightens at my words. I swallow hard as I stare at my feet. “I understand that you like me. It's fine. But forget me now. There are lots of girls in the school. Hook up with them.” He must be wanting to hook up with me, but I'm not a hookup person. I would only date someone if I'm interested in marrying that person in future, and by seeing Ethan's looks—I don't think I'll ever want to marry a tattooed guy. “I don't want anyone else.” He shakes his head. I stare back at him. “I don't want to hook up. I just want you.” My mind swirls with frustration. Why he's not understanding I'm someone's girlfriend—he's just not ready to back off his stubbornness. I turn on my heels and make my way back to my room without saying anything further. I close the door with a yank and sit down on my bed hopelessly. There's nothing I can do about Ethan. He's stubborn. I can only pray that after a few days he'll back off his stubbornness.I sigh as I press Aiden's apartment’s bell. The apartment is located in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in Manhattan. Aiden must be getting bored; he can't go anywhere because of his fracture, so I thought of surprising him by showing up here. After envisioning me, he'll be dazzled, and delighted also.My face lits up as he opens the door. “Belle, what are you doing here?” His jaw drops, his face stunned. My boyfriend, my Aiden—looking handsome as always in his Gucci leather jacket.“I missed you.” I close the gap between us and embrace him in a tight hug, my head resting on his chest; he's 6 feet tall—maybe his height was the thing I fell for.“I missed you too,” he says.I pull back, glancing down at his fracture. “Is it better now?” I stare back into his eyes. He nods his head. “It is.” “Let's go inside,” I say and we both enter his apartment. My eyes dart as I witness the sunset view of the Manhattan skyline through the glass walls of his drawing room. I never dreamt
Laying my phone down, I sit on my bed and uncap the bottle of Chanel Le Vernis in ‘Rouge Noir,’ the rich, deep color is my favorite shade. With steady hands, I begin to apply the polish on my long, slender fingers. Just then, my phone starts buzzing. Who's calling now? Without glancing at the phone screen, I picked up the call. “Belle, what are you doing babe?” Aiden's voice comes from the other side. I press the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I continue applying nail polish. “I'm busy,” I say.“Busy? Doing what?” he asks.“Applying nail polish.”“Nail polish. Seriously! Is nail polish more important than me?” he exclaims.“Yes. And by the way we've broken up. Did you forget that?”“You broke up. I didn't. You aren't allowed to break up with me until I want that.” he utters. “And when will you want that?” I ask.“Never,” he retorts.
"You have a natural talent," the photographer praises. His words reassure me, his compliment gives me more confidence. "I think you have a bright future.” I flash a wide grin. “Thank you so much,” I say. At first I felt nervous but as the session progressed, I found my confidence growing more and more. I gave an audition, walked the runaway with elegance, like a diva.“We'll be in touch,” the casting director says, rendering me his business card; I make my way out of the modeling company.After a very tiring day, I reached my boyfriend's apartment. Now only spending time with him can freshen up my mood and energize me. “Hi!” I greet him as I enter his apartment, but he doesn't respond to me. Sitting on his couch, he continues playing his video game, his face cold and rude; the glow of his massive flat- screen TV illuminating his focused face. His fingers move deftly over the controller, his eyes never leaving the screen. Sometimes I feel jealous of his fondness for video games. He
“Belle, let's kiss now.” Aiden cups my face and leans to me. I push him slightly away from me. “I'm feeling under the weather. Sorry,” I say, standing up from the couch. Tears brimming into my eyes; I glance away briefly and walk outside of his apartment, my mind swirling with anxiety and frustration of my parents' fight. All the fights I've witnessed of my parents, reeling in my mind like a movie. What bad had I done in my past life that I was born as their child? I wish I would have died the day I was born. Walking hopelessly in the corridor of the dorm, I bump into someone all of a sudden and fall above that person, letting a gasp come out from my mouth. My breasts press on the hard chest of that person. I glance up swiftly to see him. It's Ethan. His long, dark brown hair falls in waves around his face, brushing his cheekbones. My eyes meet his dark brown eyes; his gaze is often intense and penetrating, as if he can see right through my soul. Lost in his eyes, tears fall
After waking up in the morning and getting ready for class, when I and Emily reach the school corridor, we see that there is a notice pasted there on the board. “What is this?” I knit my brows and turn my face to Emily.“This must be a section notice. Our new academic year has started, so our sections must have changed now,” she retorts.Letting a gasp come out, I nod my head. That means now I'm no longer in the same section as Emily.“Let's see,” I say.As I walk near the notice board, my eyes start searching for my name in the list. I grin as I find my name. “Emily, I'm in section C,” I shout as I try to find her in the crowd. “And I'm in section A.” She approaches me. I knew that we were going to part.“Okay, meet you at lunchtime.” I bid her goodbye and ran towards my class. I'm already late. I hope the teacher will not punish me on the
Fury consumes my whole body, as I get to know about Aiden and Ethan's friendship. My eyes land on Ethan as soon as he enters the cafeteria—his eyes meet mine. Every person present there gathers him, and starts asking void questions.“Ethan, how did you manage to impress her? Tell us the secret.” My jaw tightens as their voices pass through my ears. Ethan smirks witnessing my rage. He must be enjoying all the attention he's getting because of me. Controlling my wrath, I roll my eyes and sit down on my seat with Emily. As we begin to eat, students gather around us. “Belle, when did you both start dating?” a girl asks out of the blue.Tightening my grip on the spoon, I glare into her eyes. “He's not my boyfriend,” I say. “Oh, come on. Everyone heard what Ethan said a few minutes ago. Don't lie now,” she says. “He's lying,” I shoot a quick response; her brows furrow as she asks, “Why would he lie?”Because he wants to see my boyfriend, whom I'm hiding from everyone. “I don't care what
Turning off the lights of the dorm room, I lay in my bed. Emily is spending the night with her boyfriend today; I'm all alone, lost in the thoughts of Aiden and Ethan. I'm just worrying about how am I going to save myself from that Ethan? How am I going to solve the problem Ethan has caused for me? How will I do everything all alone? How will I manage to make Aiden count on me? And how will I manage to make Ethan give up on me? How will I do that? Gasping the air out of my mouth, my eyes land on the ring I wear 24/7, the diamond ring Aiden gave me the day he confessed his feelings to me. I still remember that day, actually it was evening; that was the most beautiful evening of my life. The memories of that day wash over me.I was reading a book, like I always do, and all of a sudden Aiden's text popped on my phone screen. Hearing the buzzing sound of my phone, I anticipated that it was Aiden. I ran towards my phone as if my life depended o
As I open my eyelids, I can see a stunning full moon through the window. All of a sudden, someone wraps a hand around my waist, pulling me closer from behind. My pulse quickens, the heat rising to my cheeks. “Aiden…” I say, anticipating his touch. He starts trailing kisses on my neck softly from behind; I shut my eyes and tilt my head giving him space—his touch sending shivers down my spine. As he caresses my arms, I feel his arousal against my back—his kisses turning more wild and intense on the crook of my neck, making my desires grow more for him. “Ahh…Aiden…” My voice trembles under his touch. “I can feel you trembling. Tell me what you need, Belle,” he whispers in my ear—his voice husky and deep. As he turns my body slightly to face him, I open my eyes, staring down at my feet. My heart beat increases, my chest heaving up and down. I can feel his warm breath as he leans on me to capture my lips.