JASON'S POVIt has been a while since she had left to go to her room. I wonder what she is up too. I take the remote that lays on the coffee table and I press pause - waiting for her to come back. All at once , I hear the uproars of the guys who were so interested in the movie.

JASON'S POVMonday morning…Honestly speaking , I do not really need to go school. About a year ago , I had finally finished my home studies so waking up every morning to go to school is literally pointless. So why go? Why wake up everyday , why disturb my peaceful sleep to that hormonal driven place? Exactly that…Hormones!!

ROSE'S POVAfter Jason had left , though the staring had not yet stopped , the staring did die down. During the whole of my geography lesson , I felt people staring at me as if I was some alien from outer space. I heard them whispering , and to my luck I could not hear a word they said - and I am glad I did not hear anything. I knew if I were to hear their gossip , it would put me in a bad mood for th

ROSE'S POV"Do not insult me , just because you were his one night stand and I lasted a much longer time with him than you ever did…" I say louder , also adding a few new words to it. I look her in her eye when I say this - for once , I was tired of being hurt for no reason. I hear whole three of them gasp , and I evilly smile at them in triumph."LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SL - " She shouts at me , jumping up off her chair. Before she could finish her sentence , I watch as her mouth closes and her eyes grow with fear. Her eyes are set on something , or someone behind me - and just by feeling his precense I know that it is Jason.

King Alexander’s Past POVIt felt as if my world had stopped spinning – the very legs that support me has become weak for the very first time. My body began swaying from back to front. If I were not holding onto the maiden’s hair, I would have been swept off my feet and with my face painfully against the floor.  The moans of the castle whore fades away , as my world goes silent. My eyes are thoroughly concentrating on the beauty that  stands on the balcony.The way the wind blew her hair back , her eyes closed. She embraces the wind – something tells me that she does not have a lot of freedom. Her chest , which is pretty lushes , puffs out slowly as she takes in a deep breath – I imitate her . I take my own deep breath , trying to find any way to connect with her. I continue to watch her as her chest puffs out slowly by every second – her breasts appear bigger as she keeps taking in air. I can not he