Novels by Thanatos Bovet

“Well, I honestly did screw it up, you're not wrong,” Pierce said, he didn't sound like he was glad to admit it, he sounded like he regretted the way things went. “She had warned me, told me her concerns knowing she moved around a lot. The few months she was at school with me, I treated her the way she deserved, I had forgotten about it, waved it away until she left, one day she was just moved away and I couldn't handle it. I broke things down because I didn't know when or even if I'd still see her.”I myself remembered it while he told about it to Mitch, how I had called him crying the morning I was moved away. I myself had even grown to hope for what was between us to be more. I remembered how I cried when he broke up, how broken I had felt. The silence after Pierce's words spoke volumes, he still regretted breaking up with me. It still hurt him as much as it hurt me. The difference was, that I would never admit it out loud. “So she was your ''one that got away?'' Mitch wanted to

When the doorbell rang I opened the door while my mother was pouring herself another glass of whiskey. I opened the door to see not only Pierce, looking even better than he did this afternoon at school, and to my surprise, he had Mitch with him."I heard you host a party and didn't even invite me?" Mitch said as he gave me a dangerous smile, intimate, too intimate for how long and well I knew him leaving me to wonder if it was a dream. ''Well, I'm also sure Pierce was kind enough to inform you he is actually the one throwing the party,'' I said. ''That explains it all, also I got you a small present, I wasn't sure what kind of drink you liked so if you prefer something else, please be honest.'' Mitchell handed me a bottle of Woodford reserve, my favourite whiskey. ''This is actually my favourite,'' I told him honestly and accepted his gift. ''You really shouldn't have.'' I continued while admiring the bottle. ''I got some cheaper stuff for the party, don't worry this bottle is all

I knew I had to get out of the toilets, I waited till I felt it was safe and right when I walked back and my mother was waiting for me with the dean I took a deep breath and walked their way.''My apologies, the school is enormous'' I said as soon as I was close enough right when the dean wanted me to get into his office Pierce called my name from behind. Of course, he found me, I bet he ran through the school like an idiot, searching for me.''Ah, mister Williams, I see you know miss Mercier?'' The dean asked surprised.''I do sir, she and I used to be good friends in my old school, she was always a straight-A student, never made any trouble, may I ask if she is she in trouble now sir?'' Pierce asked.''She is not, mister Williams, but thank you for your addition, I think there is no need to stall this any further, welcome to Murrah high miss Mercier'' the dean said and shook my hand.I shook his hand and thanked him politely while my mother had some further questions, Pierce smirked

My heart was racing as I fled, Finding my way to the girl's bathroom. While I locked myself into one of the stalls I did what I came there to do and tried to calm myself down. What the hell did Pierce do here?The first time I saw Pierce was before I went to juvie, I was in a halfway house in Atlanta, a big city that never seemed to sleep. He was the attractive popular jock, in our first year in junior high already, I was the invisible nerd everyone avoided. I was fine with that, I'd have to leave anyway.I was secretly into him from the moment I looked into his eyes, and he was into me from that very same moment. No one understood how the popular guy could fall for the misfit, but he did, although I had rejected him the entire week, once we went home I never expected to arrive at school the next Monday with him waiting, a bouquet of red roses asking me to please give him one date, one chance.I said yes, the memories came back to me and I couldn't stop all the memories and feelings c

Finally, it was Monday, the day of the interview to enrol in my new school possibly. I inspected the way I looked in the mirror, I looked at my pin-straight dark brown hair, my grey eyes that changed colour depending on my mood, my full lips I had put chapstick on, my long eyelashes accentuated with mascara, my perfectly epilated eyebrows, my skin was pale, sickly pale as if I was sick, although I had been ill for years I did decide to hide my dark circles with some concealer so it wasn't visible. I wore a black pair of jeans, not one of my ripped ones, just simple skinny jeans, a black long sleeve shirt I received as a present from a girl back in juvie, Julia, it was from Gucci, it was tight on my skin, accentuated how skinny I was. Although I hated my underweight, I knew it was something others seemed to celebrate. I chose a perfume to put on before giving myself one last glance, I knew I would never be happy with the way I looked, from my grey cat eyes to my pin-straight hair, my

The next morning I woke up, and the room was ice cold, I remembered Mitch giving me a ride home and my mother trying to hear me out as I drank with her while all I felt was sadness over how again she let me down. I remembered I was free for the first time in years, I had all the freedom I could want right now, all the freedom I never thought I'd ever had again since I was locked up in juvie. I came downstairs and my mother was watching a crime documentary, she loved to watch those and so did I. “Good morning honey, how was your first night as a free woman?” My mother wanted to know while her boyfriend read the paper next to her. “Good” I lied and continued watching. “Don't you need to eat something?” My mother continued talking. “Why? I'm not hungry.” She knew I was never hungry, I never cared much about my weight, I just didn't have the sensation of hunger very often. I was fine with eating something small twice a week, that's why my mother and I would have many discussions. “Ho