"My school just thrives on gossip. I can’t believe that you, who just got registered the other day, already heard about it," I remarked, feeling a mixture of surprise and annoyance."Or are the rumors lies?" Alexander inquired, his expression serious."They're not lies, Alexander. He did ask me out, but I just don't like him. I can't stand bullies, and ever since then, he's been looking for a way to get back at me. I guess that's why he tried to confront me the other day," I explained, nervously picking at my fingers.Alexander stared at me intently. "The guy's a real coward. Why don't we all come together and teach him a lesson?"I shrugged, meeting his gaze head-on. "How would we do that?""I'm not sure yet. Maybe we can brainstorm and come up with a plan once we've discussed it thoroughly," he suggested.I smiled, feeling a surge of excitement. Dealing with Larry had been a long-time desire of mine, given his constant lies and bullying. Most students were tired of tolerating his beh

It felt as though we were mourning a loss, and in a way, we were—I was mourning the loss of Alexander to Anne.Accepting defeat was excruciatingly painful, but it was clear that the person I loved would never see me the way I saw him, nor consider my feelings for him.I loved Alexander deeply, that much was undeniable. From the moment I laid eyes on him, I was captivated by him. The feelings were magical yet undeniably real.It was a love unlike any other, unique and profound. I had never felt this way about anyone before, and to have my love rejected so mercilessly was a bitter pill to swallow."I guess people like me don't deserve to be loved," I muttered, the weight of my sorrow heavy upon me.Dropping off Grace and Lora, I didn't embrace them goodbye as I normally would. I felt disconnected from everything around me."Yvonne, Yvonne..." Drake's voice broke through the silence as I drove.Turning to him, tears clouding my vision, I listened as he spoke."I think you should park the

He scoffed. "Is that what she told you?""I saw you, Alexander. The way you spoke to her, the way you made her think you wanted to kiss her. I saw everything," Drake cried out.Alexander laughed. "Somebody's in love and jealous.""Really? Is that all you have to say?" Drake asked, frustration evident in his voice.Alexander squeezed his shoulder softly. "They all know I have a girlfriend. She knows it too. And guess what, little brother? I don't give a damn about Yvonne or anyone else."Drake took a deep breath. "Sounds about right.""What?" Alexander raised his brows in confusion."I want to date her," Drake declared.Alexander chortled, grabbing him by the shirt and pushing him against the wall. Drake winced in pain as his head hit the wall."What was that for, Alexander?" Drake demanded."I noticed that witch girl Susan likes you a lot. Why don't you date her? Give her a chance, brother. At least we'd have a witch covering up our dirty tracks with magic. Geraldine is too old for me

That same day, around midnight, a lady entered the church, appearing stranded, empty, and confused. She wore a striking red dress without sleeves that shimmered in the light. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes, wide with bewilderment, were accentuated by a mild touch of makeup on her face. Her steps were soft and slow as she made her way in, wearing silver heels that complemented her attire.Father Bosco sat at the front row, his brow furrowed as he flipped through a book, stealing quick glances at its pages. He seemed troubled and preoccupied, his gaze flickering to the wall clock from time to time. As the lady approached, Father Bosco couldn't help but notice her staggering gait, and he wondered if she was intoxicated. Suddenly, she slipped and fell.Without hesitation, Father Bosco rushed to her aid, supporting her as he helped her to her feet. He guided her to a nearby seat, where she slowly sat down. Glancing around, Father Bosco searched for anyone accompa

Anne woke up early the next morning, finding herself lying naked in Alexander's bed. She scoffed as she recalled their passionate encounter from the previous night, glancing to the other side of the bed only to find it empty. Her eyes widened in confusion as she rubbed them slowly. "Where the hell is Alex?"Standing up, Anne walked over to the wardrobe and grabbed one of Alexander's shirts. Donning it, the oversized garment resembled more of a short gown on her petite frame. She shrugged with a quiet smile. "That's what happens when you're dating a tall, broad-shouldered guy” she thought out loud.Anne left the room and descended the stairs, searching for Alexander. She found him seated at the bar, holding a glass of red wine. "You're up so early," he remarked upon noticing her presence behind him.Anne chortled. "Not as early as you. Did you even sleep at all?"He laughed, stealing a glance at her. "Why do you ask?"She sighed, approaching him. "We were up all night enjoying each othe