Laura's P.O.V "Well, I dunno," Lim answered. "You don't know? You're so dumb. You were supposed to follow him when he carried me inside this room and monitor his every step," I said nervously. "I told you I was downstairs arguing with Madison, or should I flashback to that moment so as to-" "No. Don't flash your stupid back," I said. "Well, don’t blame me. It’s your fault, you were sleeping in that cute guy’s arms all day and enjoying his delicious scent, so don’t act like you didn’t like it," Lim smiled. "It isn't funny, Lim. You were supposed to take care of me when I was sleeping and not leave me in the hands of a stranger," I said. “He isn’t a stranger though. You guys are… I don’t know what you guys are, but judging by the fact that he kissed you, I am sure he is nowhere close to being a stranger," he gave me a stupid smile and winked. "That doesn’t justify the fact that you should leave me with him. I haven’t even introduced him to you guys yet, and yes, he is still a str
Laura's P.O.V I rang the doorbell and pounded on the front door, but there was no response from him. "Open the door, jerk!" I yelled in frustration. "How dare you toy with my emotions?" I shouted again. "Keep it down! I'm trying to sleep," I heard Steven's voice, seemingly coming from my room. No way, that jerk was actually staying there. I hurried to where he parked his car to get a glimpse of him. "Get off my bed and open the door!" I ordered. He appeared at my window with a toothbrush in his mouth. Was he brushing his teeth in my room? and please don't tell me that was the toothbrush he was using. "Whose brush are you using?" I asked, trying to stay calm. "It's yours, of course," he mumbled with toothpaste in his mouth, continuing to brush. "Get your mouth off my brush!" I growled, but he just chuckled. "Relax, you look so ugly when you're mad, and what's the big deal with your brush that I can't use?" He said, his mouth still foamy. I angrily brushed through my hair, f
Laura's P.O.V "I know this may sound unbelievable, but it's true. You're intelligent, blunt, and attractive – the exact girl I want." he paused then continued. "On the first day, we met and engaged in a back-and-forth conversation. I was stunned because no one had ever done that to me before. I asked you to pretend to be my girlfriend to win Molly back, but I never thought I would develop feelings for you along the way, yet I did." "I might be a bit rough around the edges, but I do have a heart, and it's beating for you, Lau," He exhaled deeply as if he had just relieved a burden. Okay... So, do you guys want to know how I reacted? I was in shock, just staring at him like a fool as he kept talking. My brain struggled to process all that information at once. How could he like me? Was he going through some emotional rollercoaster or something? I thought he despised me. "How can you say you like me when I dislike you a lot? You've been so mean to me, and you're not my type," I told
Anika's P.O.V "This soup tastes amazing," Kelvin praised, savoring my Nana's delicious soup. "Really? Thank you," Nana replied with a smile. "You'll have to teach me your secret recipe. It's truly unique and wonderful," Kelvin complimented, making her blush. He was winning her over. "I'll share the recipe some other time, and I didn't know you liked cooking," Nana said with a huge grin. "I've loved it since I was little, thanks to my mum," Kelvin explained. "You're a rare find. It's great to see a guy who enjoys cooking. Keep it up," Nana encouraged, giving him a thumbs up. "Thanks," Kelvin replied in a playful tone, making Nana laugh, and they both shared a moment. I couldn't help feeling left out. Nana suddenly took a liking to him immediately, and that was fine, but I didn't understand why she didn't feel the same way about Richard. It doesn't seem fair. I admit Richard lacks some basic skills like cooking and doing chores, and he struggled with social interactions, but he
Anika's P.O.V I was wide awake, keeping my eyes closed in my bed and sifting to the other side As I avoided the sun's piercing glares, I pondered how my day would unfold. It marked the first time I hosted a Christmas Eve at my house. Usually, I spent Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, and New Year at Laura's with her family after my parents' passing. However, I had decided to embrace change, as suggested by Laura. Despite enjoying the warmth of Laura's family during chilly Christmases, she wanted to try it differently this time, given her parents' absence. I was still thinking about the upcoming party when my phone rudely interrupted my thoughts. I groaned and buried my face in the pillow, reluctant to answer the call. The phone persisted, and I grumbled, annoyed by the interruption to my beauty sleep. "Hello," I seethed, finally picking up the call. "Hey there," Laura's voice brimmed with excitement which was understandable considering she had a boyfriend now. "What's up!" "Go
Anika's P.O.V It all unfolded in a blur, my mind struggling to comprehend the rapidly escalating situation. Kelvin's fist landed hard on Richard's face. I felt rooted to the spot, paralyzed by shock. Richard crumpled to the ground, his nose bleeding profusely. Oh my goodness. Kelvin then mounted him, straddling his prone form. Clutching my chest in fright, I was overwhelmed. Violence had always been something I hated, and watching Kelvin pummeling Richard was terrifying. Kelvin continued his assault, landing punch after punch, the sickening thud with each hit making my stomach churn. As awareness flooded back, I found my voice and screamed. I knew I had to intervene, especially when my friend was mercilessly beating my boyfriend. "No! Kelvin, stop!" I darted to their side, but Kelvin was oblivious to my pleas, lost in a storm of rage. "Please, stop," I begged, grabbing the fist poised to strike Richard again. Kelvin's gaze shifted to me, his anger transforming into recognition a
Kelvin's P.O.V I was about to march over to confront Richard when Anika pulled me back gently. "Hey, where are you going?" She asked, her voice laced with concern as she continued eating her cotton candy. "Look... I just saw something," I began, but a thought struck me. What if telling her causes more harm than good? What if she reacts badly to it? ___ 'Nika... I'm your friend, that's why I get to worry about you, that guy will only hurt you," I recalled saying to her earlier. "He won't hurt me and even if he did, it's my life, not yours, alright?" I remembered her firm reply before she walked away. ___ Anika had offered me a place to stay for the night after the whole incident, knowing I couldn't go out at that late hour and also to help distract her from Richard's words. We spent the entire night watching movies and playing games, but despite my efforts, I could sense that a part of her was still bothered by what had happened. I glanced in Richard's direction, only to find
Anika’s P.O.V "Stephanie!" I exclaimed. I let out a heavy sigh, running my fingers through my hair, as she rose from her seat, concealing her face from me. "I can explain," Richard said, his voice trembling as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. "Go ahead," I replied, crossing my arms and fixing an angry gaze on him. My anger burned so intensely that I felt like I could split a mountain in two. I was already attracting attention with our argument, as onlookers whispered among themselves. A waiter approached us. "Could you please take this outside, ma’am? Your disturbance is affecting our other customers," he requested, but a stern glare from me made him retreat and leave us be. Richard scanned the surroundings. "Can we go talk outside? People are staring," he suggested, his tone laced with embarrassment. "Really? So you're ashamed to explain to your now-ex-girlfriend how you were caught kissing another girl behind her back on Christmas," I exclaimed. Laughter, whispers and