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The Bad Boy's Lottery TWENTY TWO
JORDAN I walked into a bar with my friends to see a woman sitting alone at the bar, an almost empty bottle of liquor in front of her. I can't help but feel a sense of dread as we approached the bartender to order a drink. I tried to focus on my drink, but I couldn’t help but glance over at the woman every few minutes. She's muttering to herself and looked like she's having a hard time staying upright. Until I realized with a sinking feeling that the woman is my stepmother, causing my fist to tighten against the glass cup in my grasp. As I'm watching my stepmother, I noticed my two friends, Nathan and Rodney, watching her as well. Their expressions are grim, and I know they're feeling the same sense of regret that I am. I had a slight bad feeling about this bar, I shouldn’t have entered. "Let's get out of here.” Palming my face embarrassingly, I motioned to my friends. "We can't just leave her here like this." Nathan and Rodney looked at each other, then back at me. Guess they wer
The Bad Boy's Lottery TWENTY THREE
JORDANGone are the days I should be living in fear of him. I got rid of every single shrill and adapted every ounce of courage. "I can't believe you're still trying to keep tabs on me, even from behind bars.” I scoffed. I heard some shuffling on the other end of the line, like someone was moving around in their cell. Then, his voice came up. "I always keep an eye on my enemies.” He said and I swear, I wasn’t the slightest bit surprised. He has never deserved the title of a ‘father.’ I hate him with my last breath and am sure it's the same thing with him."If you don't start minding your own business, you're going to end up in a worse place than that jail cell." I said, my voice shaking with anger. The response I got sent a sudden shiver down my spine."I should have gotten rid of you a long time ago." His cold voice uttered, evilly. "No surprise. Like a failure that you are, you failed." I spat out, my voice shaking with rage. I hung up the phone and threw it against the wall, wa
The Bad Boy's Lottery TWENTY FOUR
NORAThe amount of guilt I felt after taking Lucan in was incomparable. The fact I had to let him out through my window also didn’t fail to fill me with regret, while the amount of injury it impacted on him made me want to yank unto my hair and pull each and every strand of it out. What kept coming into my head and ringing lousy in my mind was how I could have saved him the suffering if I had not let him in. During the time Natalie and I had to assist him to his classroom, it incurred lots of rumors and preying eyes, and of course, I pretended not to care and just continued giving him the support. If anything, I know Jordan derived so much joy in the incident that when I saw his lips titled up in a mocking smirk, I knew I wasn’t wrong. I also shouldn’t have pushed him away that way but he was wrong to count an offense on Lucan, whom if I was asked, he’s the most cleanest and righteous person I know so of course, I’ve got to defend him. He’s been there for him so it would be silly o
The Bad Boy's Lottery TWENTY FIVE
NORAAs Jordan started the bike, I could feel my heart racing. I carefully put on the helmet, my hands trembling slightly as I fumbled with the straps. Finally, I got it in place and held on to the tip of his shirt, clinging for dear life as we zoomed out of the school. The wind whipped through my hair, and I could feel my pulse quicken with every bump in the road. I had never felt so alive, and yet so scared, all at the same time."Hold on tight!" I heard him shout over the roar of the bike's engine. But my fear had already taken hold, and I found myself frozen in place. He accelerated, and I bounced against his back, clutching his shirt with all my might. I could feel the bike swerving and accelerating, and I shut my eyes tight, not daring to look ahead. All I could do was hold on and pray that we would make it to our destination in one piece.As the bike glided along the smooth road, I found myself starting to relax, almost enjoying the sensation of the wind rushing past me. But
The Bad Boy's Lottery TWENTY SIX
NORAI tiptoed out the front door, careful not to make a sound. As I walked down the front steps, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I clutched my phone in my hand, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he'll text me. As I walked down the street, my footsteps echoing in the quiet night, I can't help but feel a little bit nervous and unsure. The night air is chilly, and I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering. Just when I’m about to give up and head back home, I heard the familiar ping of a text message. I whipped out my phone, eyes lingering with anticipation. When I saw the name on the screen, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. It's him! I opened the message, my hands shaking slightly. His message reads: "I'm so sorry I couldn't be there. Something came up. Can we talk tomorrow?" I let out a sigh, knowing that at least he's okay. I headed back inside, feeling a little disappointed but relieved all the same.Just as I walked back into my room, my phone ranged. The sight of
The Bad Boy's Lottery TWENTY SEVEN
NORAI found myself sitting in the principal's office, my heart racing as I stared at the stern-faced administrator. Next to me sat Cassidy, looking smug and self-satisfied. Across from us sat the teacher and two of Cassidy’s friends, all of them looking at me with accusing eyes. I felt like a criminal, even though I hadn't done anything wrong. I knew I was innocent, but I wasn't sure how to prove it.“Cassidy, lay an explanation first.” The administrator began. I instantly knew I was already doomed by the lies Cassidy is about to tell"Principal, I saw her with the makeup kit!" Cassidy exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at me. "She stole it from my bag!" I could feel the color draining from my face as I heard her words. I knew that no matter what I said, she would twist the truth and make me out to be the villain. I was at a loss for what to do, and I felt completely powerless. I could only hope that the principal would see through her lies.“Is that true?” The administrator i
The Bad Boy's Lottery TWENTY EIGHT
NORAI could feel the nerves bubbling up inside me as my mother stared at Jordan, her face unreadable. I held my breath, waiting for her to make a decision. Then, to my surprise, she nodded her head in approval. I exhaled in relief, and Jordan’s face lit up with a smile. I took his hand and walked us together towards the next corner, where we turned right and headed for the front door. As we walked, I felt a sense of anticipation. Whereas, a big part of me was at least relieved Mom doesn’t seem to recognize him. My heart sank as Jordan showed me the front page of the school newspaper, with a photo of me next to the headline, "The Secret Daughter of the Prime Minister." I couldn't believe it. My whole life had just been exposed to the entire school, and there was nothing I could do to change it. I felt like my privacy had been violated, and I didn't know how to handle the situation. I just stood there, frozen, as Jordan stared at me, waiting for my reaction.“I should have stayed
The Bad Boy's Lottery TWENTY NINE
NORAAs I entered the school, I felt the weight of everyone's stares. It was as if they were all whispering behind my back, talking about me, judging me. I tried to keep my head held high, but it was hard to ignore the feeling of being watched and analyzed. Every step I took felt like a chore, and I just wanted to escape. But no matter how much I tried to run away from it, the stares and whispers followed me like a shadow. I felt like a bug under a microscope, exposed for everyone to see.I hurried to my locker, desperate to escape the crowd. I shoved my books inside and closed the door with a bang. I leaned my head against the cold metal, breathing heavily. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead. I tried to calm myself down, but the anxiety was overwhelming. I had to get out of there. As I turned to walk away, I heard someone call my name.I turned around slowly, already knowing who it was. There stood Jordan, his face a mixture of con
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