Novels by joanespinosa

Here's the thing when you do something illegal, you either get caught or you don't. Tristan was the latter, Ace and I got away with it. Do I feel bad? Yes. Did he deserve it? Most definitely. Did I regret the entire plot? Yes. Because now, I can't stop thinking about Ace Martins. It's ridiculous, and I'm certain that I'm just going to fuck up his life. Despite my best efforts to drive him away–both mentally and physically–I've failed in doing so. In a span of months, I haven't gone out much. Mainly because the only person I've just wanted to see is living right across the street. I talk to Chloe and Ollie every now and then, nothing is wrong with them, but I found myself wanting to talk to Ace more. I hate it, but then the things we do say otherwise. Everything went by fast and if I'm being completely honest, I don't think I remember all of it. The last we heard from Tristan is that cops came to their house, and I think he's either in jail or rehab or god knows where, I decided

I don't exactly remember how long the drive was, I definitely wasn't too preoccupied with my thoughts, nor looking at the boy driving the car I'm in. I couldn't help but ask, "Was Tristan always like this?"He heard what I said. Before I spoke up, the ride was quiet. I'm guessing the car had something to do with memory flashbacks of a bonfire and a lake and a kiss that none of the two of us seem to remember.Ace was quiet for a few seconds, he looked like he was trying to remember his years with a supposed asshole."He was...a really confusing kid. I mean, we both were. He could be helping out some lost freshman and lead them to their actual classes, or sometimes he would choose to play with their heads and make them end up in the maintenance area. Sometimes, what he does are worse than just losing a freshman on campus. You'd never really expect what he chooses to do next.""Were you like that?" I ask.Frankly, I didn't want to expect a particular answer from him. Although it will gi

The car is back, everything is okay with Chloe, and I am with Ace again.I'm not hanging out with him because Chloe said that it's fine and she doesn't care. She's lying, she's not fine, and she does care, which means that it's still not fine with me. It's Ace that won't leave me alone."Are you sure we should do this?" I ask him."Admit it or not, you want to do this.""Not if we're going to get caught.""We're not, okay?" He says and brings out another pack of weed."This feels like a crime." I say and he chuckles."Because it is."

After breakfast at Ace’s, I quickly headed home and facetimed Ollie. Good thing mom didn’t hear me, she was still asleep, she must’ve been tired from work.“I don’t know what to do, Ollie.” I groan, plopping myself down on my bed.“The guy definitely has anger issues,” He mumbles through the phone, getting sidetracked for the fourth time since I called.“You’re not listening to me!” I yell.“Of course, I am! You told me that Tristan made you take this drug and was about to take advantage of you-which you should report-Ace found out and came to the rescue-that was so hot, by the way-and then he took you to the lake, where he punched the hell out of a tree and then the both of you made out, completely intoxicated.” He says in jus

Mel’s POVWhy does the grass feel so good?The stars look brighter, even the moon looks so shiny.I feel a comb brushing through my hair and I giggled.“Ooh yeah, I like it, keep doing that,” I say and my pillow started to shake causing me to quickly sit up and vomit.No joke. Literal vomit.The comb rubs my back and I reached back to put it back on my head only to hold up someone’s hand.I jumped in surprise and opened my mouth to scream but I puked instead.Feeling drained, I laid back on my pillow inhaling a familiar scent. I roll on my stomach and pressed my face against the pillow and took a deeeep breath.“It’s smells so good,” I sigh.

“Where’s your key?” Ace asks me while helping me out of the car and walked me to our porch, he holds out his left hand while his right one is gripping my arm.“I don’t know…they’re in Chloe’s car? I think,”I seriously cannot remember, why can’t I remember?“They’re in what?”“I said they’re in Chloe’s car!” I yell.“Gosh, you are much more complicated when you’re high,” He sighs and pulls me back inside his car.“Where are we going?” I ask but he didn’t answer.We were still on the road and I feel my stomach turning once again.Ace turns the AC off and the window beside me rolls down, the cold air hits my face and I let out a groan.Ok, yeah I’m high.It just felt so good.So good that I even opened up my mouth, put my tongue out and let it taste the cold air.I feel my whole body tense up and restless, the lights on the road seem much brighter, making my head spin, I giggled for no apparent reason and now I feel like puking.Ace takes a turn and the street lights are gone, replacing