What could be worse than being the next target of a murder suspect? Nothing... I think, right?“Abby, are you sure about that?” He asked, swallowing cold saliva.This can't be happening to me.“I heard it clear and determined, the mere mention of Edrien almost kissing you made her blood boil.”Could my day get any worse?Life, I clarify that it is a question in a figurative sense, not a challenge.“I'm in big trouble.” I admit faintly.“I talked to my dad, he hasn't removed the security from your house since what happened with Enigma You will be safe in your home.”“But I don't even sleep there, I moved to the institute units, remember?” I replied desperately and feeling panic running through my veins."Shit." I mumbled, falling into that fact.“And what makes my situation worse is that Mag's best friend is my suitemate.”“Don't worry, he doesn't even sleep there, we can ask for a room exchange, I'll take care of that.” He takes me by the shoulders, stopping my paranoid trance.I was
They all carry different expressions.Abby confused.Gus proud.And Jonathan thoughtful."I will explain…""Yes please." Abby pleads, interrupting me.“We will need two mannequins.”“What for, Rose.” Gus doubts.“We will rearrange the crime scenes. Aly’s and Zach’s.”“I understand,” Gus speaks, “we will visit them like them and we will see them at the entrance of the institute as they were found on the day of their deaths.”I smile at him."Exactly.""Smart boy." Abby spoils him.“Where will we find mannequins at this hour?”“I know where…” Jonathan responds to Gus, “My uncle's costume store. I have the keys, there are mannequins in the warehouse that we can borrow.”"Brilliant. Gus, you two go find the mannequins. Go and use your Ferrari for something good. And you, Jonathan, make sure no one follows them. Abby and I will find clothes to put on him. “Work quickly, we have little time.”By the time I finish speaking they are already walking through the doors."It is a good plan."“I h
I hate the raw fish flavored protein shakes Gus drinks to gain muscle mass, but they looked great for my idea today.Oh, they pay me for this one, poisonous ones.Everyone sees me, they wait for my reaction, I don't even blink, the oxygen turns into tension. Then I free myself...I steal the disgusting smoothie from Gus who swallows a complaint because of my murderous face, I hear my name being called when I stand up pushing my chair to the floor due to the strength and fury it contained.I measure my steps, I dispel my anger, I take one step and shake the smoothie, I take several steps accelerating and harden my face. He goes to her table, they are so nosy that they whisper any new rumors that they will spread when talking to their other poisons.I don't say anything, I just pour the viscous green smoothie over them, does Gus seriously drink that? He spread every milliliter of the substance on his hair, for minutes and due to metal delay they take a while to react, they just open the
Many people push me. I hate it.The music is bad. Hatred.The colorful lights blind me. I hate them.But if there's something I don't hate at this party, it's alcohol.A waiter walked past me with a tray full of cocktails. I followed him with a thirst to try them, I don't drink, I'm not addicted to drinking, but since my birthday party I got a taste for them. I know how to stop in time, consider me a girl who drinks moderately. She always responsible never drunk.“Eh-Eh,” Abby hisses, snatching the glass from me, “No alcohol tonight.”I growl, crossing my arms at her protective mom attitude.“I hate these kinds of parties.” I mutter heading to the bar, I sit down and entertain myself with the Bar tender's semi-marked abs. A beautiful view.“What do you hate specifically?”Oh, Abby. Everything... but above all...“These fake people with fake smiles and double intentions, you know appearances and social potions are what count here. If you don't have an influential last name you are nobo
I close the door or that's what I want to do, but his foot prevents me. I press my weight harder on the door, he lets out a scream. His foot is being compressed.I use my best angry face to confront him. I open the door again.He sighs, knitting his eyebrows together.She looks sexy, yes, but don't let that get to you, dear.“Freck told me that girls like flowers, which are good for an apology gift.” He extends the bouquet to me.“Say now what you're coming for.” I cross my arms rejecting the flowers.He lowers the flowers, licks his lips, looks at me with his head down."We can talk?" she asks, sounding pleading.I shift my focus to something other than her appetizing wet lips.“What should you and I talk about?”It approaches, I retreat."Of us."I frown more. It was a joke.“Which one us?” I questioned in disbelief, I laughed at his seriousness, “The us that you destroyed or the us that you made me believe existed? “I still don't have it very clear.”I hurt him, his eyes went elsew
I am not good at handling pressure, in fact, I have never functioned under pressure, I explode and freeze. Just like right now. I swallowed hard, trying to calm my own spasms. He was already reaching the limit of the things he could control. I was getting out of control."I... I..." I stammer in the middle of crying, I can't utter a word without sobbing.I cannot speak, it is impossible for two reasons; One: I was too upset to talk and he was too angry to listen to me. And Two: he preferred another language, one in which he is an expert. The language of stolen kisses.He was angry with me, that was evident in the lack of abruptness of the kiss, but that later melted into security and protection. His lips transmitted peace to me in his slow and peaceful movements. He was rough at first, tenderness came later. The kiss ended and the most adorable side of him emerged in a chaste kiss.He stays close, too close.“I know you're afraid,” he assumes whisperingly, he wipes away my tears and c
No.Right now I couldn't trust him."I can explain it.""I don't mind." I bellowed angrily.“Rose, listen to me.”“What do you do, Edrien?” I raise my eyebrow.“In a publishing house,” a very classic lie of his, “As editor-in-chief.”Wow, he could lie to me after all.I shake my head.“And the publisher cares about knowing the location of the Zanni,” he commented sarcastically, “of course it's up to editors-in-chief to go looking for the whereabouts of criminals. Moron."I disappear from the kitchen, he was the last thing I wanted to see.“Rose.”I stop because he's holding my arm, I don't look at him, if I do I'll hit him.“Nothing, I don't want to talk to you.” I pull on my arm, failing to free myself.I got angrier."Listen to me."“Not now, I'm very angry. We would just argue.” I explain, avoiding touching our bodies, I walk away."Alright." seat, but he doesn't let go of me.I shoot again, I don't get away. The opposite, he pulls me to him by the waist. I was losing.I am shocked
“Priscilla?” I repeat confused.Better let's apply the old reliable: act crazy.I remember putting on makeup that night, I even combed my hair differently, now I didn't have a drop of cosmetics on my complexion and my tangled hair would work in my favor.Come on, Rose, show the protagonists of the soap operas you've seen what you've learned, bring out your best performance.He's going to say something, I won't let him.“Sorry, but I don't know you, I'm sure you got the wrong house. And no Priscila lives around here, have a good afternoon.” I want to close the door in her face, she objects by putting her hand out.“Excuse me, I'm Kevin Lowell” he holds out his hand to me, I look at him suspiciously however I accept it, “I probably confused you, I'm looking for Roselin. You are…?"“Her daughter,” I confess and her hand loosens its grip, her face is another problem, I let go of her hand and scratch my uncomfortable neck, “she's not here, but if she wants, leave her the message.”"His dau