"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 what Romeo has done," I told her. She faced me with a mischievous grin on her face. "I heard. You guys were pretty shouting out loud." My brows drew together. "Ugh! What an asshole! He's pretty bringing out the worst in." Joey smiled. "Maybe one day, you'll love how he brings out the worst in you and maybe someday he'll bring the best too," she said and closed her locker. I rolled my eyes at her. "Why would I love that he brings the worst in me?" I queried her. She gave a half shrug. Just then, I heard the sound of the school bell. We said goodbye and I walked to chemistry class. Throughout the rest of the day, I avoided Romeo and luckily he did the same. Whatever the dare they pulled me into is all about, I don't care. Just one month and I'll be free. I would go back to my old life without all these troubles. The peaceful life I've always lived in before I came across Romeo. I went home with Joey and Jake. Obviously they've started having a thing but Joey hasn't told me anything. *** "Wake up babe." The sunlight blinded my eyes as I opened them slowly. My eyes met with someone with bright emerald eyes like Romeo. I rubbed my eyes slowly, he was indeed standing there. "Romeo," I mumbled, surprised as I sat up in my bed. "Yes princess. You're not dreaming, I'm actually here," He said. "Finally, you are awake. It took me forever to get you to wake up," He pouted and looked around my room. Suddenly, I feel shy about my room which is covered in pink. My pink sheets, pink bed, pink pajamas. I frowned. "How did you get in here? And what are you doing here?" I questioned him. Today is Saturday and he should not be here. He hasn't spoken to me since the Xander incident. He's here now smiling as if nothing has happened. He shrugged. "Your mom let me in. I ran into her on her way to work." Mom! I bet she had no idea about Romeo's real character. Did I even know myself? One moment he is nice and the other he is angry. "By the way, you didn't tell me your mom works at the hospital," his calm voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Why should I?" I hissed. "Forget about it. Now, get up." "Why?" Without responding, he walked over to my drawer and started pulling out a series of my clothes. He shot me a wink. "Well, I was actually thinking we would go on our first date, my love. You know, we should get to spend some time together." I ignored the feeling I got inside when he said "my love". He moved to my drawer and started pulling out my panties and bras, studying them. "Romeo stop! You are ruining my room," I snapped at him. He turned to look at me. "Well, someone doesn't like having their stuff messed with," he teased me. He pulled out a red lingerie. It's the kinkiest of my underwear, Joey had bought me that the last time we went shopping. I haven't found the right occasion to put it on. Romeo goes ahead to spread it. I quickly jumped from the bed. "Romeo stop!" I yelled and tried to take it back. He stepped towards me then grabbed my wrists, pushing me back against the wall. His face was a few inches away from mine and I was breathing too hard. I wanted to scream at him to get off me and let me go but I couldn't. I was frozen against the wall, mesmerized by the green eyes boring into mine. "Romeo p..please," I finally found the words. I'm not sure if I was begging him to let me go or have my lingerie back or to kiss me. My breath still hasn't slowed and he is increasing. Seconds felt like hours and he removed one of his hands from my wrist but his other hand is large enough to hold both. His hand moved to my cheeks and he gently tucked my hair behind my ear. I swear I can hear his pulse as he brings his lips closer to mine, as the fire crackles. This is the feeling I've been longing for ever since that truth and dare game. I am welcomed with the familiar mint taste. I don't let myself to think why I'm kissing him again or what will happen afterward. All I want to focus on is the way he let go of my wrist and pressed his body against mine, pinning me against the wall. The way my tongue somehow followed his and the way my hand wrapped around his broad shoulder. His huge hand gripped the tops of my thighs as he lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist and I was amazed about how my body responded to him. I buried my fingers into his hair, gently tugging at it while he walked back towards my bed, his lips still molded against mine. My subconscious found her way in, reminding me it was a bad idea but I pushed her away. I'm not stopping it again this time. I pulled Romeo's hair harder, earning a moan from him. The moan made me moan in response. It was the hottest sound I've ever heard and I'll do anything to hear it again. He sat down on my bed, still holding me and I was in his lap. His hands stayed on my waist and his long fingers dipped into my skin burning me but the pain was wonderful. My body began gently rocking back and forth on his lap and his grip tightened. "Fuck!" He breathed into my mouth. I felt something I've never felt before as he got hard against me. "How far am I letting this go?" I asked myself but I didn't seem to have an answer to that. "You're so sexy, Ivy," he moaned. The thought of dirty talk never appealed to me but the way Romeo said those words and how my name rolled on his lips turned me on.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
"Don't go after him, dummy," my subconscious mind yelled at me. Maybe it's really wise not to follow him. Since he doesn’t want to tell me what's wrong, I shouldn't force it. Also, we just started talking again; I should act like I've been waiting for this moment. I shouldn't be a stupid bitch. With those thoughts, I laid down on my bed, gathering all my notes so I could continue studying. But still, my mind kept drifting back to the moment Romeo and I shared. I couldn't stop thinking about him. God, Romeo, what have you done to me? "I’m looking good," I said to myself happily as I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror in my room. My eyebrows furrowed when I noticed that my lips looked a bit dull. I think I have some lip gloss. I quickly checked my drawers, and I was glad to find the lip gloss Joey, my best friend, gave me. The funny thing is that today is the first time I’m using it—I just kept it in my drawer since Joey gifted it to me. I applied the lip gloss on my
I held my breath as he continued drilling holes into my eyes, my face, and the rest of my body. Why does this guy have to humiliate me? I don't want to be embarrassed, especially not in front of the evil witch standing nearby. I'm sure she’s thrilled right now. I stole a quick glance at Samantha. Of course, she was grinning from ear to ear. What a stupid witch! I turned my gaze back to Romeo, this time with the corners of my mouth curling into a sweet smile. I was glad to see that he wasn't back to chatting with his friends; his eyes were still fixed on me. I bet he was probably wondering what I was up to. "Hi, Romeo." I waved at him again. His mouth curled into a lopsided grin. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Oh my God! Did he just smile at me? I watched as he raised his hand and waved back before turning to continue his conversation with his friends. "Finally." I heaved a sigh of relief and faced Samantha. A frown was visible on her face. She must be really pissed o
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.