"Romeo," A slow moan escaped from my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut. I shouldn't kiss back or let him prolong the kiss. I needed to push him away from my body. "Ivy," Romeo muttered under his breath.He didn't allow me to succeed in breaking free from his grip. He rather pulled me closer to him, his strong arms gripping my waist tightly. He broke the unexpected kiss. His ocean-like eyes pierced into my eyes, he then pressed his lips on mine.I could stop the kiss, the moment he stopped kissing me. But, I didn't want to. I couldn't pretend that I also wanted this to happen. I had spent a lot of lonely nights, thinking about Romeo kissing me. I hated myself for allowing him to continue kissing me. I hated my body for giving a fast response to his touch. The kiss was slow and passionate. I didn't kiss back. I wanted to but I didn't. It took everything in me not to respond to the kiss. I just stood there while he kissed me.I gave him the opportunity to kiss me, to touch me, to feel
I couldn't deny that Romeo's words made me feel butterflies in my stomach. The way he stood close to me and whisper the words slowly into my ears made me feel weak in the knees. I loved the way his breath were tickling me."I am going to apologise until you accept my apology and me." His words rang in my ears. Why did he sound so perfect?Why was he making my heart flutter with his sweet words?Enough! I needed to get a grip on myself. I was beginning to fall for his words. I was beginning to fall for his charms. And, that could be dangerous. He would end up breaking my heart again. I shut my eyes for a few seconds, using that moment to control myself and my subconscious mind. I gazed at him."Don't bother to escort me. I don't want anyone to disturb my peace of mind," I utter. "You think, I am going to disturb your peace of mind," Romeo said, picking his words after the other. He didn't seem like he was hurt by what I said. He only had a blank look on his face."Yes," I blurt ou
I shut my eyes for a few seconds, swallowing a gulp down my throat. I couldn't stare at Romeo or mutter anything after the last thing I said. I glanced at Xander. His eyes were gleaming in delight, he was grinning from ear to ear. Why wouldn't he be happy? He should be happy because I chose him over his enemy. I was sure that Xander would be very pleased with himself right now. He would be feeling on top of the world. I took a deep breath and breathed out. I finally got the courage to look at Romeo. I stole a quick glance at him. Romeo's eyes met mine. His forest green eyes were a shade darker and he had a blank expression on his face. But, he was hurt. I knew it. He just did well to hide his feelings. "Okay," Romeo finally muttered. He stood up from the seat and walked out of the class, without sparing me a final glance. A line appeared between my brows. Why did Romeo leave the class? I only told him to vacate the seat next to me. I didn't tell him to get out of the class. Don'
"Don't bother coming to my place for the tutor thing. I can study perfectly by myself.'I let out a loud hiss. My eyes were still glued on my phone, reading the short text I received from Romeo freaking Sparks. "Idiot. Do you think I'm interested in tutoring you, in the first place? " I blurted out loudly, even though the sender of the text wasn't with me. I dropped my school bag carelessly on the tiled floor and laid down on my queen sized bed, letting out a sigh of relief. Today's school activities turned out to be hectic. School was always strenuous, anyway but it seemed like today was kind of different. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying hard to ignore the forest green eyes that kept flashing in my memory. The hurt in his eyes when I told Xander to sit beside me. The beauty of his eyes remained glued to my memory. I recalled the naughty look he always had on his face, after doing a stupid thing to me. I wrapped my arms around my body, hugging myself tightly. "Damn, why the hell
I almost screamed at my mother, telling her to leave the house and go to her freaking workplace.It was almost 8pm and my mom was still at home, giving me motivational words. Obviously, she had observed the change in my attitude and decided to give a prep talk about relationships and life. I was bored with her talks and I was just staring at her, with my mind far away from all that she was talking about. Not that, she was babbling nonsense. But, I couldn't concentrate. I was unable to focus on whatever she was saying. There was no need for me to lie, I was thinking about Romeo. He told me to meet him at 8pm. It was almost 8pm, but I was still at home. I couldn't tell my mother that I wanted to meet someone at night, especially a boy. She would give me another lecture on that and strictly instruct me not to go anywhere. I had better keep my mouth shut and wait patiently for mom to finish with her lecture "This is the building stage of your life. You shouldn't give way to minor distr
I stood there staring at Romeo, without saying a single word as he confessed his feelings to me. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to react. It came as a shock to me. I wasn't sure if he was being sincere about his feelings, anyway. He might be displaying one of his great talents again. His talent of making me fall in love with him so that he could break me into pieces. I was still standing in front of him, my eyes fixed on his lips. I wasn't even listening to what he was saying anymore. I just fixed my gaze on his lips. Why did they look do different? We kissed a few days ago even though I didn't want the kiss to happen, how come his lips looked so different right now? And, why was I having this strong urge to kiss him? My hands tightened into fists. Should I go for the kiss? Would it be right to kiss him out of nowhere? Would he think that I'm a loose girl or a slut, if I kiss despite what's going on between us? Fuck what's right! Fuck R
No matter how Romeo kept telling me to be calm, I would never be calm. How could I oversleep? I didn't even understand why I overslept. Was it because I slept with Romeo's arms wrapped around my body? Was it because Romeo's king sized bed was so comfortable? Was it because I'm in love with Romeo's company, that I didn't want to leave his side?I really hoped that my mom wasn't back from her workplace though. It would be a disaster if mom finds that I slept over at a boy's house, after the fifty minute lecture she gave me last night. "Hey. Don't overthink," Romeo's voice jerked me out of my train of thoughts. I let out a hiss."Mom is going to be really mad at me. I bet she will ground me for years and always lock me in the house, whenever she's going out," I rambled. Romeo stole a quick glance at me, then quickly turned back to driving. He had a little smile on his face. What was funny? I was so worried right now, and the only thing he could do was beaming a sweet smile. "I hate
"I'm sure Romeo wants to use and dump you. He can't lower his standards to date a nerd like you," One of the blondes said, her nose wrinkled in disgust. I stared at her, trying hard to hide my irritation. She looked like an evil witch right now, especially with the way she wrinkled her nose. "I also have the same thought. It is even obvious that Romeo can't be in love with her. Romeo is a playboy not a lover boy," The other blonde cut in, crossing her arms over her chest. I opened my mouth to mutter something but nothing came out. I didn't know how to tell them to get out. Both of them were giving me a serious headache already. A part of me kind of reflected on the blonde's last sentence. "Romeo is a playboy not a lover boy."What the blonde said was accurate. I knew Romeo was a play boy, he was not the relationship type. What changed him? I wished I had the answer to the question. I hated having to think that Romeo's feelings towards me was fake. I hated the stupid thought popp
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.