The whole car ride was in complete silence. I glanced over at Romeo, who was chewing his jaws so hard. His hands on the steering wheel were so tight that his knuckles were white.
Why is he always angry? A couple of minutes later, we pulled up in front of my house. How did he know I live here? I looked over to him to ask but was interrupted. His brows drew together. "Stop staring at me and get out!" He practically raised his voice. What the hell? I haven't done anything, so why leach his anger out on me? "Don't raise your voice at me," I retorted, becoming angry myself. I got out of his car without saying thank you. He doesn't deserve one anyway. Since it was Friday night, I was in bed doing the usual. I was browsing the latest movies on N*****x when Joey rang me. "Hey Ivy, I wanted to text, but I knew you'd be awake, so I figured I could call instead." Joey's voice sounded rushed. Like how you would talk when trying to wear a really tight shoe. Either way, I've missed her voice. I was ripped away from my best friend's company all thanks to Romeo. Even the thought of him made me frown. "What are you doing? You sound busy," I asked her. "Yeah." She hesitated then continued. "I'm getting ready for a party, Jake invited me." It took some seconds before the words finally settled into my head. Another party. Jake invited her.. Romeo would be there… "After Joey told Jake about her feelings, the two of them had been hanging out lately and sh She has been smiling a lot too. If he's really making her happy, then it's a good thing, and now he's already inviting her to a party. "I want you to come with me," Joey cooed on the other end of the call. I lifted an eyebrow; I already knew that this was coming. "Joey, you knew what happened the last time; he nearly had his way with me," I said, referring to the drunken guy and the toilet incident. Deep down in my heart, it's not really about what happened the last time; I just used that as an excuse. I was trying to avoid Romeo. "I'm sorry about last time, but I really wish you could come. I swear we won't stay long this time. Watching a movie alone in that small room sounds miserable," she spat. I rolled my eyes, as if she could see me. She knows me too well. I don't miss watching my favorite TV series on Friday nights. She continued to beg me, promising that it will be more fun this time, like it was any fun before. "I know..." I started. "What the heck!" I yelled at my laptop screen that's now all black. "What's wrong, Ivy?" Joey questioned me. "My laptop screen went blackout," I cried. "Oops! I think it's a sign you should come." I'm sure that there would be a big grin on her face. "Fine," I grunted. "But we're leaving before midnight." "Okay!" She chimed in. We ended the call with her promising to pick me up in the next thirty minutes. I quickly changed out of my pajamas then put on a pair of jeans that's tighter than my usual. I'm only trying to appear casual; it's not like I was the one invited. I hurriedly dropped a note for mom, telling her I went to a party with Joey. ~ The party was the same as last week's; tons of students, drunk people, and smoke of cigarettes everywhere. Why didn't I stay back and stare at my ceiling or try to do some laundry? As usual, Joey disappeared as soon as we got there, telling me she had to look for Jake. Isn't he supposed to come down and pick her? I felt alone once again. I sat on the couch for at least one hour before Romeo came by. I stayed silent as his eyes met mine. The corners of his mouth lifted and he teased me. "Look who's here." I rolled my eyes back at him. "I'm surprised to see you here," he told me. "Yeah. I'm also surprised that I ended up here again," I said before he walked away. For once, I was grateful that he let me be. A few minutes later, Joey and Jake walked in, hands intertwined with Joey grinning from ear to ear. "That's her over there," I heard Joey's voice even though the music was loud. "Hi, I'm Jake." Jake said, stretching out a hand, and I collected his handshake with a tiny smile on my face, without saying anything. "Joey has told me a lot about you." He smiled softly. This is the first time I'm actually having a conversation with Jake Twain. I have gotten no reason to talk to him because he goes around with the likes of Romeo. He doesn't sound rude like Romeo, I wonder how the two of them ended up being friends. I realized that I haven't answered him yet. "I'm Ivy Young," I stuttered. A few hours later, almost everyone is drunk again, except me of course. "Let's play truth and dare," someone's drunken voice slurred in. After a little deliberation, they all agreed to play. Jake, Joey, Samantha, the school baddest girl, and two other boys whom I don't know their names and Romeo, of course. "You should play Ivy," Samantha grinned. I shook my head. "No, I'd rather not." I told her and looked away from her deadly gaze. Romeo shot me a wink. "Truth or Dare is not for priss like her." He uttered. They all laughed except Joey. I'll admit, I am actually boring, but I'm no prissy. I've only been living in a modest way since dad passed away. I swallowed a gulp down my throat. "I'm in." I acknowledged, glaring at Romeo then sat down cross-legged in their little circle. The first truth and dare were so kinky that I was bewildered. Finn, one of the other two guys, was asked how long he lasted. Still fair, right? Samantha was asked to do a strip tease, which she did. "Truth or Dare?" Kyle, the other guy, asked, jolting me out of my train of thoughts. "Truth," I replied quickly, knowing that truth was safer. "Have you ever kissed?" He questioned me. I nibbled on my bottom lip. "No," I muttered slowly, and they all burst into laughter, except Joey. They were really not surprised with my answer, just intrigued. "Oh, okay," Kyle mumbled and I nodded my head in the affirmative. "Joey's turn," I voiced out, so that they would stop talking about me. Joey was asked to do a lap dance with Jake, which she did joyfully. If I'm being sincere, I think it was hot watching that. Soon, it was my turn again. "Truth," I said again. Romeo chuckled softly. "Told you guys that she's a priss." I felt the urge to slap him hard in the face and then dashed out of this room. But I won't let him get to me. "Dare." I blurted out, changing my earlier decision. The first dare was so kinky that I was bewildered. Finn, one of the other guys, was asked how long he lasted. Still fair, right? Samantha was asked to do a strip tease, which she did. "Truth or Dare?" Kyle, the other guy, asked, jolting me out of my train of thoughts. "Truth," I replied quickly, knowing that truth was safer. "Have you ever kissed?" He questioned me. I nibbled on my bottom lip. "No," I muttered slowly, and they all burst into laughter, except Joey. They were really not surprised with my answer, just intrigued. "Oh, okay," Kyle mumbled and I nodded my head in the affirmative. "Joey's turn," I voiced out, so that they would stop talking about me. Joey was asked to do a lap dance with Jake, which she did joyfully. If I'm being sincere, I think it was hot watching that. Soon, it was my turn again. "Truth," I said again. Romeo chuckled softly. "Told you guys that she's a priss." I felt the urge to slap him hard in the face and then dashed out of this room. But I won't let him get to me. "Dare." I blurted out, changing my earlier decision. "Take a whole bottle of vodka," Finn dared me. My jaw dropped. What? I have never had a drink before in my life. God! Why the hell did I choose ' dare ' in order to prove that jerk wrong? "Wait, you have never had a drink before, right?" Finn queried me. I nodded, thinking he would change the date to at least something fairer than that. But no, he didn't change the dare. I gripped the bottle and took a shot; it burned me down my throat. "What does it feel like?" Finn questioned me. "Bitter," I breathed, still feeling the burn. Finally, it was Romeo's turn. "Dare," he muttered without waiting to be asked. "Kiss Ivy Young," Samantha ordered, grinning from ear to ear. I stared at her in disbelief. Somehow my eyes flickered to Romeo, the school badass who was supposed to be kissing me. His mouth curved into a wide smile. I could tell that he was enjoying every bit of this. "What's my penalty for not doing this?" I demanded. I can't let Romeo have my first kiss. "You date me for a month," Romeo replied, boring his eyes into mine. My mouth fell open. Are they serious? Why the hell would I lose my first kiss in a dare and the worst part to Romeo freaking Sparks? Fuck Samantha! She knows it's my first kiss. My eyes found Romeo then trailed down to his lips. His lips were so pink and so full, my head played an image of us kissing. What the hell? Why am I imagining kissing Romeo? I looked up and my eyes met his forest green eyes, pupils dilated. There was a smirk spread across his face. He must be thinking I'm a priss after all. My head was spinning! God! I'm really not drinking again. My conscience loosened as I crashed my lips against his, catching him totally off guard. As my lip touched Romeo's, I felt a sharp intake of breath. I have the full idea of what I'm doing, but I can't just stop. And for one moment, I forgot about everyone there. I have never felt like this before; it felt like my body had been ignited. He brought his hands to my face, cupping my flushed cheeks. He pulled back a little before taking my lips back in, taking full charge. "Get a room," Jake teased. Jake's voice made me break the kiss. A flush crept up to my cheeks, Romeo had a smirk on his face. I'm embarrassed; I mean, I just had my first kiss in front of all these people and with Romeo Sparks. "That's not the dare," the evil blonde, Samantha chirped in. My brows drew together. What's she getting at? She continued. "The dare is for Romeo to kiss you and not the other way round. Why were you so impatient?" "Woah!" I heard some murmurs. My lips curled in disgust. Is she kidding me? I mean, I just lost my first kiss. I gazed at Romeo, hoping that he would behave nice and support me. "She's right Ivy. I'm sorry we'll have to do it again," Romeo muttered, flashing me a smile that suggests that he was somewhat excited.A line appeared between my brows. I glanced around the room, and they all looked hopeless. No one could help me. "I'm not letting anyone kiss me, and I don't care what the penalty is," I blurted out. I stood up immediately. I knew it was a wrong idea coming to this lame party in the first place. Nothing good ever comes out of it. I just lost my kiss to the school's baddest guy. It's now obvious that I'm a dummy. Why was I thinking? I kissed Romeo in front of everyone, like someone who has been craving for a kiss. I wobbled through the crowd as I managed to find the front door. I tried hard not to cry. I don't know how long I've been standing there until a figure showed up behind me. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier," I heard a voice behind me. I freaked out and spun around. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Jake apologized, and I gave him an assuring smile. "Where is Joey?" I asked him. "She has passed out. I've put her in one of the bedrooms," he explained. "Than
"Romeo, what the hell are you doing? He's only being nice," I yelled then pulled Xander away from his grip. "Like, fuck nice," Romeo yelled back. I don't want to fucking see him around you." "You can't order me around, I'm not your fucking girlfriend," I snapped at him and the whole audience gasped. If looks could kill, I would have been six feet under with the ground with the look Romeo gave me. He gazed at me for a very long time before walking away. I heaved a sigh of relief when he was finally out of sight. Poor Xander! "Are you okay?" I asked. He nodded his head in the affirmative and gave me his best smile. I squatted to check if he sustained an injury, with the way Romeo slammed him against the wall. Thankfully, he didn't have any wounds. "Should we go to the school nurse?" I offered, then pulled him up. He forced a smile. "I'll be fine Ivy, you should go before Romeo comes back." Fuck Romeo and his temper! I turned back and went to Joey's locker. "You'll never guess w
This beautiful moment was ruined when my phone rang. I pushed myself off his lap, my cheeks turning pink. Romeo cleared his throat. "Well..." He trailed off. I checked the caller ID. It was my mother. I quickly answered the call. "Mom," I said, my voice coming out raspy. Mom didn’t say anything really important. She just called to ask about my welfare and to let me know she’d be late tonight. "Bye, Mom," I muttered, then hung up. Silence reigned in the room, and it was uncomfortable. Neither of us spoke for a few minutes. "Get a shower, we're going out," Romeo told me. "Where are we going?" I questioned him. He shot me a wink. "Just get a shower, pumpkin. I'll be waiting for you." After taking a shower and putting on some clean clothes, it took me a really long time to gather the courage to get out and face Romeo. What the heck just happened earlier? I could still feel the lingering effects of the intimate moment. I’ve never felt like this before. Is this what sex feels like?
"Hey, Phillips! Where's my mom?" I asked my mom's boyfriend as I walked into the living room. Phillips and my mom have been seeing each other for a few months now. It's becoming something serious, and I kinda liked Phillips too; he treated me as if I were his biological daughter. "She went to get some groceries; she should be back soon," Phillips replied. "Okay. I'll just take a shower." I'll be meeting Romeo's mother this evening, and I'm really nervous. Even though this isn’t a real relationship, I still feel nauseous. Romeo will be picking me up anytime soon. Calling Joey made me feel better—she gave me the encouragement I needed. When I came downstairs, I found Phillips and Romeo talking. Oh God, no! This is no good. Why did he come early? "What's going on?" I queried them. I took in the scene before me. Romeo was sitting between my mom and Phillips, laughing at something only God knows. My mom winked at me. "You look hot in that dress, girl. Right, Romeo?" "You didn’t te
The door of my room creaked open. I closed my eyes tightly, pretending to be asleep. Pretending to sleep was the only thing I could do to avoid going to school. Talking to my mother about it was useless. "Won't you go to school today? It's almost 8 a.m.," my mother's high-pitched voice echoed in my head. I didn’t respond, still pretending to sleep. She should leave my room. I didn’t want anyone bothering me this morning. "Ivy, get up now. I know you're not asleep. It's pretty obvious," she snapped at me. I shrugged and opened my eyes. "What?" I yawned lazily, frowning. "You're late for school, girl. Go and take a bath; you need to go to school," she instructed. "I don't want to go to school," I muttered under my breath. She folded her arms over her chest, her eyebrows furrowed. "Why?" My jaw dropped. I thought I had said it quietly, but she heard me. Well, it’s better that way. It’s good she heard what I said anyway. I don’t want to go to school. My eyelids drooped. "I'm ti
He lifted an eyebrow, gazing at me in disbelief. "You don't have a fucking right to shout at me, pussy." "Mind your language, Romeo," Mr. Banks shouted from across the room. Even though Mr. Banks intervened, I couldn’t just let it slide. He’d just thrown two insults at me—'fucking' and 'pussy.' Who the heck does this asshole think he is? "You don't tell me what to do, Old Roger," Romeo retorted, which made the whole class burst into laughter. It was definitely funny, but it was also damn rude. How could he talk to our English teacher like that? I turned to him, glaring. "You're fucking rude, you low-life dick." His brows snapped together. "Low-life dick? What the fuck does that even mean? You just called my dick 'low-life.' The same dick you've been craving. The dick that would make you paralyzed. The dick that would take your damn virginity." My hands tightened into fists. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. His crude words hit me hard, rendering me speec
"Are you deaf?" His husky voice jerked me out of my reverie. I quickly recovered from the shock of finding him here and braced myself. I shouldn't act like a dummy, especially in his presence. I let out a loud hiss. "What?" I asked. His brows drew together. "What the fuck are you doing here, dummy?" he repeated the question he asked earlier. I lifted an eyebrow. "I'm not a dummy. By the way, I should be asking you the same question, dickhead," I retorted. "I'm just gonna act like I didn't hear the last word you said," he scoffed. "Good for you, dickhead," I don't know why, but I like how I'm attacking him with my words and that the attacks have an effect on him. I'm so proud of myself. Maybe this would be one of my little ways of getting revenge on him for treating me like trash. He moved an inch closer to me, but I pulled back instantly. Not that I'm scared; I just don't want to catch a strong whiff of his cologne. I don't even want the familiar scent to affect me. I'm afraid
I felt his hands slowly unbuttoning the small buttons at the back of my nightgown, then caressing my bare back when he was done. Okay, this is going too far already. "Stop him, Ivy. You need to stop him," my subconscious mind screamed at me. "Stop, Romeo," I finally cautioned him after having a debate in my mind about whether to stop him or not. I hated that my voice sounded like a moan. I'm sure it's going to give him the wrong signal. "Why?" he hoarsely asked. Why do I want him to stop? Is it because we haven't settled our dispute? Or because it's shameless to make out with him despite everything? Maybe I'll go with the second thought. Why should I make out with him? Am I that dumb? I quickly pulled away from him, glad he wasn't holding me tightly. "My mum might come inside or something," I said. I mentally kicked myself. What the heck did I just say? I ought to have told him the main reason I wanted him to stop. Why am I behaving so stupidly? "Sit here," I told him, poin
THREE WEEKS LATER ~ IVY ~I ran my fingers through my tangled hair and sighed as I looked around at my chaotic room. Clothes were scattered across the floor, along with several books that had tumbled from the shelves. The bed was unmade, and various items were scattered across the duvet. In short, my room looked like a hurricane had blown through it. If there was an award for the most disastrous room, I would have won it hands down.My boyfriend would have to take the blame for this mess. Even though I was the one who had left everything scattered around, I couldn't help but feel like it was his fault somehow. What on earth was he thinking, setting up a last – minute date like that, without giving me time to prepare? Don't get me wrong. I was thrilled about the date. I was just feeling a bit stressed out because I didn't have much time to prepare. And, on top of that, I was having the worst time trying to find the perfect outfit. Nothing in my closet seemed right. I was panickin
~ ROMEO ~I pulled into the parking lot and I saw that my dad's car was not there. I heaved a sigh of relief. The monster was not around, and I would not have to see his horrible face and get angry all over again. I turned off the car engine. I reached for my phone and dialed my girlfriend's number. The only person who had been making me smile lately and giving me the will to keep going.Ivy answered on the second ring. "Hey, baby!" She muttered, her voice echoing in my ears. Her voice was soft and soothing, and it calmed my nerves.The corners of my mouth curved, giving a wide smile. "Good girl," I uttered."Bad boy," She said with a chuckle in her voice. "I am at my mom's house now," I told her. I almost said "my parents' house," but that didn't feel right when it was really my mother's house."That is good," She said, her voice reassuring. "Take a deep breath and go inside. Just talk to her. She is your mother, and she deserves to know everything that is going on with you.
"Are you and Samantha in a relationship?" I blurted, unable to stop the question from tumbling out of my mouth.I had not meant to ask it so bluntly, but the question had always been on my mind. I could not get it out of my head. We were in my bedroom now, sitting across from each other. Romeo was leaning against the headboard of my bed, while I was on a chair by the bedside table. His brows drew together, his gaze averting from mine. "I told you I am not dating her. If I was, I would not be here with you, and I would not have told you that I wanted you back," He replied.I chewed on my bottom lip, remembering the way I had felt when I saw them kissing in the cafeteria. I could still picture the way his eyes had met mine. "Why did she kiss you in the cafeteria?"I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "And, you also kissed back.""I'm sorry," He uttered. "It was wrong, I know. I could not just push her away when she kissed me, not with all those people watching. I know that is n
~ IVY ~I drummed my fingers against the surface of my dresser, glancing over my shoulder at my phone. I had tossed it onto the bed after sending a text to Romeo. I was relieved that it had not landed on the floor.The message itself was not risky, but it was an emotional risk for me to send it. I was anxious for his response, and my heart was beating rapidly. I could not stop my mind from racing. What if everything he had written in the letter had been a prank? Why did I always feel so anxious when it came to Romeo? I hated that he had such control over my emotions. At the same time, part of me liked how he could make me feel things I had never felt before. He made me do things I never would have otherwise, like inviting him over at night. I was grateful my mother was out of town in an emergency, and would not be back until the next day. I didn't want to have to explain Romeo's presence to her.I was shaking my leg, still filled with nervous energy. Why hadn't he responded? Was he
My lips moved to my teeth as I bit my bottom lip. My eyes darted down to the letter, taking in the neat, bold handwriting. The letter was not that long. What was I even saying? Romeo had never been the type to write letters. He was never one for expressing his feelings through writing, or telling stories. It was strange that he had chosen to write a letter now, instead of asking to meet in person. I guess he must have thought I would not have agreed to see him. I cleared my throat, preparing to read the letter aloud. I had no idea why my heart was racing. It was just a letter, nothing more. Or was it?I began to read:° My Good Girl ° I miss you, and I can't stop thinking about you. I know it is crazy to say this, but I think I'm falling more in love with you now that we are apart. The more I try to escape these feelings, the deeper I fall. Now, I regret breaking us up. We were almost perfect. We had something special, but I ruined it. I know I didn't do it on purpose, but t
I heard the question, but I pretended not to. The silence that followed was deafening. It felt like the world had stopped turning, and the only sound was my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears. I felt like I was in a different world. I was facing the question I had been avoiding asking myself. The question James had asked had my brain working overtime, even as I tried to avoid it. I could feel my brain trying to work out an answer."Ivy," James said, breaking the silence and pulling me out of my thoughts.I turned to look at him, avoiding his gaze. "What did you say?" I asked. I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, my hand shaking slightly."I asked you if you are still in love with your ex," James repeated, his tone serious.My throat felt dry, and I swallowed hard. I knew that he was not going to let this go until I answered him. But I was not sure if I knew the answer, or if I even wanted to know the answer. Perhaps, a part of me knew the answer to his question, but I didn't want t
My tongue was tied, and I could not think of anything to say. I could not even defend myself, and I just kept my gaze down. I felt like such an idiot, and I hated myself for it.Samantha continued. "I think you should focus on your own boyfriend, Ivy. You know what? I might just tell your boyfriend how much of a slut you are," She snapped at me. I was too stunned to speak, and time seemed to stand still as I listened to the shuffling of chairs around me. The gasps of the students echoed in the cafeteria, and I glanced up. Joey had dumped the contents of her juice bottle all over Samantha's head."Don't you ever call my best friend a slut," Joey growled at Samantha, giving her a deadly glare. Samantha's mouth hung open in shock. "What the heck! What are you doing? What is wrong with you?" She rambled. "Shut up!" Joey barked. "Don't even try me. If you interrupt my lunch with my best friend again, I'll mess up that stupid face of yours and your cheap makeup."Samantha's lips trembled
~ IVY ~Monday mornings were always a source of stress, especially when my timetable had a back-to-back block of math classes - calculus followed by chemistry. This Monday was even worse, though, since our chemistry teacher was running late. A part of me was relieved, since it meant I could catch my breath after the marathon of mental math that calculus had been. Another part of me was frustrated - I had a lot to cover in chemistry, and I knew the teacher would make up for lost time by moving at a lightning pace. I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the noise filling the classroom. I wished the class would quiet down. It was not like everyone's favorite subject, so why were so many people so early? I guess some of them were here to kiss up to the teacher, since she was known for her strict grading. I put my hand to my forehead, a pounding headache shooting behind my eyes. I thought the aspirin I had taken that morning would do the trick, but it didn't seem to be enough. The headac
~ ROMEO ~I kept stealing glances at Ivy through the rearview mirror as I drove. Her eyes were closed, and her head was resting against the headrest. My knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. I hoped I would not cause an accident with my mind so distracted. If I caused an accident, I would never forgive myself - especially given everything I've already put her through.The sound of her phone buzzing broke the silence and she reached for it, opening her eyes as she did so. Her smile confused me, and I wondered what she had seen on her phone to provoke such a reaction. She had not smiled once since I had started driving her home, but there was no denying the look of happiness on her face. I tried not to think about whether it was her boyfriend on the other end.I bit my lip, trying not to ask who she had been texting. I had already made a mess of things. I didn't want to further mess up by revealing my jealousy.I was trying so hard to keep my feelings in check.