I used to think romance novels were silly. I mean you would agree with me that some things in romance novels don’t make sense. For example, whenever the main characters kissed the sensation of the kiss was described as an electric feeling and I always wondered why a kiss would feel like electric pulses in my veins and who wanted to feel shocked by electricity while they kissed? But right now I’m beginning to think that maybe I have been kissing the wrong people. A sensation started from my lips down to my fingers and all the way to my toes which I curled under the cover of my sneakers. What started as a kiss done out of necessity to fulfill the rules of a game suddenly took on a whole new meaning as I moved closer to Christian to feel his warmth as his hand crawled up my face to cradle my cheek. His lips were soft against mine but his kiss was anything but soft, it felt urgent and I responded with equal urgency, my hands were holding tightly to his shirt but somehow common sense kept

Bea avoided by glare in the rearview mirror, as she should. She somehow had forgotten to tell me that we would be spending the weekend at the Edwins’ house especially since she knew about the drama that happened the drama that happened the first time we were there when Tyler had tried to force a kiss out of me. She peeped from the top of her phone and caught me still glaring at her and she immediately dropped her eyes back on her phone, pursing her lips as If she didn’t know why I was looking at her. Mom on the other hand was innocent and clueless about lack of enthusiasm at spending some time with ’My friend from school’. “They have this very massive swimming pool honey, I think you saw it the last we went there. And I heard they just built a tennis court.” “Oh really?” I said sweetly. “That sounds like another thing Bea forgot to mention.” “Really?” I could see Mom’s frown from the rearview mirror. She quickly glanced at me and then turned her attention back to the road. “Beatric

Shit just got real! I could literally taste the tension in the air, cut the tension between Tyler and his father with a knife, and maybe touch it with my fingers. It was that solid. Both Father and Son stared each other down. I could see the veins in Tyler’s neck rise as though he was holding himself back from doing more than just holding his father’s hand away from his face. Maximilian Edwin laughed but it was more like he was baring his teeth like a predator than an actual smile or laugh. He jerked his hand away from Tyler’s and walked back to the huge table that overlooked the equally large window displaying a view of the gardens at the back of the house. His hands were in the pocket of his trousers and his back was straight and tall, the image of a rich powerful man. Once again the resemblance between Tyler and his father struck me like it had the last time we were here for dinner. Both father and son were tall, handsome, and blessed with arrogant jaws, and dressed in dark blue

Monday came with all the excitement of rain on a beach day. It was hard enough reading for the exams but imagine trying to read for exams while hot, messy family gossip races through your head. Yes, that’s what I was faced with. I couldn’t still wrap my head around the fact that Heather’s mom and Tyler’s dad had an affair. How did that even happen? And since Tyler’s dad referred to her as ‘that bitch' some messy stuff must have happened. I thought about spilling the tea to Charlie but then it’s none of my business to share that kind of story with my bestie. So here I am alone in an empty class lost in my thoughts with an open book in front of me trying to revise for my Biology exams. Since my exam was at noon I took the 2 hours I had to go through my notes. Charlie had wanted us to read together but she wanted Heather to read with us too and to be honest, I don’t think I’m ready to face Heather yet. I mean we became enemies the very moment I stepped foot in this school so it’s not

“Charlie and I lived on the same block as kids…” “Thank you so much for watching Heather for me, Mrs. Fudge.” Charlie and Heather lived beside each other since they were born and it was natural that they become best friends since they attended preschool together. At the age of seven, Heather’s father left when he found out that Heather’s mom, Rachel, had cheated on him with an ex. Heather’s father was unaware of the fact that Rachel was a chronic cheater but Heather was aware since she knew her mother dropped her off just to visit her boyfriends and since she was spending more time at the Fudge’s home than in her own home Charlie became like a sister to her and the Fudge’s became like second parents for her. The divorce was a messy one, Heather’s dad wanted to keep her, and her mom wanted to keep her but eventually, it was Heather’s mom who won custody of her. Since the divorce between her mom and dad, things at home got worse for Heather. Her mom was inviting her boyfriends over ev