I leaned into the kiss like my life depended on it. Who knew that Christian could kiss so well? Okay, maybe I did since I’ve been eyeing his lips for weeks and hating Heather because she got to kiss him while I got nothing. But his kiss was so much better than what I had imagined. The way his lips locked with mine was perfect, his soft lips seemed to shape mine in a way that made my knees melt. I opened my mouth at his nudging and sighed as he slipped his tongue past my lips. Before I knew it I was throwing my arms around his neck, drawing him closer for more. I could only barely feel the full pain of the ceramic washbasin behind my back as Christian pushed me against it, I was too busy savoring one kiss after another. Christian’s hands slipped from my waist, one of his hands outlined the shape of my ass while the other slid up my back until he was crushing my chest against his. I didn’t mind the pressure though since I wanted this as much as he did. The way he kissed me made me thin
“Is everything alright?” It was Charlie. I was back in class and she was sitting beside me, casting glances from time to time. I could tell that she was worried about my frown since I had been smiling just 1 hour ago. Since I returned from my very pleasant meeting with Christian my victory turned a little sour in my mouth. I couldn’t get over his hypocrisy and how he wanted it to seem like it was okay for me to be bullied and not okay for me to have some fun of my own. “I’m fine,” I replied Charlie. She wasn’t convinced but she nodded anyway. She looked past me to the last row in the classroom and back at me. “If I had a dollar for every time Ward looks over here I’d be a thousand times richer. And I don’t even think he has looked at Heather as much as that since they both started dating.” She looked at me and smiled a typical Charlie smile. “But come to think of it, I don’t think Christian has ever looked at Heather like he’s torn between either strangling her or fucking her sensel
Friday was one of the best days in Edwin and Co. Everyone knew it was the start of the weekend and even though there was nothing much to do during the weekend besides sports on Saturday morning, free time in the evenings, and church on Sunday morning every student of Edwin and Co. still looked forward to the weekend. I for one had a good reason to look forward to the weekend this time around because Annabel invited me to the seniors' quarters for their weekly party. I already invited Charlie to come with me as my moral support and because she begged my ears until I had to ask Annabel to let me invite her. I already had my party clothes ready! The thigh-length sweater I had gotten from Helen when we went out to shop was a good combo with my sneakers. I actually thought about inviting Helen to the party but she declined the invitation because, according to her, she had a fish to catch. Well, it seems someone has caught Helen’s eye. But the party was still at least 24 hours away. For no
The class was silent as we waited for Ms. Elena to arrange the test papers. Ms. Elena is one of those teachers who love to call out the results of each student after a test. I personally find it annoying because I don’t want anyone in my business, I don’t want anyone to know whether or not I passed a test. According to Ms. Elena though, she calling out the results was a way of encouraging students to work harder. In the last mini-test we did in chemistry I had a 70% which was a B. It wasn’t too bad because I always had a D back in Lake George. It was a huge improvement and I have Annabel to thank for that. Charlie had a B+ in the last test, and not that it’s any of my business but Christian had an A+ with 99%. I swear that boy is so perfect that sometimes I think the word perfect was made for him. Something was bugging my mind though, Tyler’s results were never mentioned in class. At first, I supposed it happened like that because he was the son of the owner of the school but after a
The matron’s office was at the administrative building. I know I barely ever mention the matron or the concierge, to be honest, those two barely do much since most of their jobs were done by the prefects. This was my first time visiting the matron’s office. I actually don’t really know of anyone who visits the matron for anything since every complaint goes through the prefects to Mr. Jorge. She shared an office with the concierge who was not around at the moment. I have to commend Maximilian Edwin though, even though the matron and concierge were barely needed in the school they still had huge, well-furnished offices with fine chairs, glass tables, and the works. The matron who was a replica of Mrs. Stella, the porter who had helped me move my stuff to the hostel because apparently, she was her niece. The only difference between them was that the matron, Diana is her name, was unmarried and was much shorter and slender than her aunt Mrs. Stella. Right now Diana was filling in for her
“Believe it or not, being in Edwin and Co. is starting to seem like one of the best things to happen to me.” “Why not? You got to meet the despicable Charlie Fudge, that’s enough reason to be glad you’re here.” It was Saturday morning. It was a very beautiful morning with the sun coming in from the opened windows of our room. Charlie and I had woken up early to clean our room and lay our beds. Charlie is a really good influence on me because she loves a clean room and enjoys cleaning better than me. At first, I had hated her carefulness and neatness but Charlie is the sort of person who silently influences you, and before you realize it you’re pulled by her actions, doing the things you never thought you would ever love to do. And I was becoming quite good at cleaning if I do say so myself. Since Charlie was the neater one between us she washed the toilets while I cleaned the room. I never realized it but there is this burst of fresh air that rushes into a neat room. And right now as
“Shoot!” “Stella get the ball across.” “Jess don’t travel now. Take a shot.” “Jordan! Good, pass it quickly.” Coach stood at the edge of the court shouting strategies and encouragements as we played. Sitting on the benches around the court other members of the basketball team and some other students, both seniors and juniors, sat around cheering. There was a chain fence that separated the court from the main sports area. The sun was high already and sweat dripped down our bodies as we played, running around the basketball court and taking shots at the hoops and scoring. My legs were aching since we’d been playing for over an hour. My shirt was wet and it clung to my body, as did the shirts of every other person that was playing. I bounced the ball in front of me and passed it to Jane, dodging the small forward of the opposing team. Jane was surprisingly quick to throw the ball inside the other team's hoop for a three-pointer. My team hooted and high-fived each other. Jordan was on
I promised myself that I was not going to let the outburst with Heather destroy my mood but I could not keep the slight guilt from choking me that I was indeed at fault for causing a rift between Lola and Heather, even though one way or another the truth of Heather’s betrayal would have come to light. As much as I felt guilty I was surprised at Heather’s reaction to the whole thing, she made it look like it was entirely my fault. And even her apology to Lola was more like she was trying to prove that Tyler would have cheated on her with anybody like it didn’t matter she was the one caught with him. There was just something cold-blooded in her reaction to everything and I was actually kind of worried for her because it was a sign that she was in denial of her fault in the whole thing. “You better take care, you look like you’re about to poke a hole through that nice dress.” Charlie was zipping up her leather shorts. She had chosen leather shorts with a halter top and leather boots for