I nibbled on my bottom lip."Romeo." I called out his name in a whisper.I met my boyfriend's gaze. My honey brown eyes locking with a pair of beautiful forest green eyes.My hands tightened into fists, as I looked into his eyes. My tongue was tied, I couldn't mutter anything anymore. "Why are you holding my girl?"Romeo's voice resounded in my head. His words came out deep and high pitched. He sounded so cold. Was he already pissed off about the kiss?Xander instantly released his grip on my wrist."Take it easy. You don't have to shout." He muttered under his breath. Romeo threw him a deadly glare."I don't want you to touch her anymore or even talk to her." He warned him. "What if I do? Mind you, I've kissed her. Tell me, what's the point?" Xander blurted out and walked out of our presence, before his words could sink into our memory. "You shared a kiss with Xander, right?" Romeo asked, picking his words one after the other. My eyelids dropped. I have landed myself in trouble. I
As if on a cue, almost everyone turned to stare at me. I didn't care or feel bothered about their intense gaze. I knew they wanted to check my reaction about what just happened. But, I didn't give a damn about them. I gave a damn about what just happened though.My gaze was fixed on my boyfriend's. He didn't meet my gaze. He didn't stare at my direction at all. It felt like he was deliberately avoiding my gaze.I swallowed hard. Could it be that I was daydreaming? How could my boyfriend kiss a girl, especially when I'm here? I wasn't daydreaming. My boyfriend just committed a sin. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Khloe grinning from ear to ear. One of her friends whispered something into her ears and she giggled. Her giggles were annoying. She sounded horrible. Not because I was pissed off and jealous, but she really had a bad voice.Most of the girls must be very happy right now. They would be thinking of how to mock me and spread the news around the school. This should be a
I rolled my eyes at Romeo, getting back to my previous position. I sat on the top of the closet. It was stupid, arguing with him while I was standing.Romeo threaded a hand through his jet black hair, turning to face the mirror in the restroom."I don't know why girls are like this. Insatiable creatures. You have a guy who loves you with all his heart, yet you still cheat on him with a dïckhead. Why don't you tell me the reason you kissed Xander Cullen?" He barked.I hissed."Maybe, you should tell me the reason you jumped to the conclusion that I kissed Xander. Do you think I am Romeo Sparks? Romeo Sparks, the man whore." I retorted. "You shouldn't have kissed Xander." He muttered, picking his words one after the other."Honestly, you shouldn't have done that. Is there something you're not telling me? Do you love him or what?""I don't love Xander Cullen. Is it possible to love two guys at the same time?" I bombarded him with questions, filled with frustrations. "Of course. Don't you
"I am not a kid. I'm not someone you can command or force to do something. I'm not doing whatever couples do. Listen, if you try to force me into anything, I will report you for assault. Trust me, I will do that. Don't dare me, Romeo Sparks. Don't underestimate the power of a common man." I paused.I took a deep breath. I need to regain my strength, before continuing my ranting.I've been screaming at the top of my lungs since Romeo replied to my question with "Things couples do." Romeo didn't seem like he was bothered by my rants, he didn't even turn to stare at me. There was a time he turned on the car radio in order to get rid of my noises. I shot him a deadly glare. I didn't bother to say anything before he turned off the car radio. I was glad that my glare could terrify him, to the extent that he switched off the car radio. It felt like I was in control. He wasn't the one in control as he said. "Are you done?" Romeo asked. My brows snapped together. I stared at him through the
I shut my eyes, swallowing a gulp down my throat. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him, touch him, taste him and be with him forever. It took everything in me not to wrap my arms around him and kiss him like I would get paid from it. I would have gone for another kiss. I really wanted the kiss. But, his mom was upstairs. Something was wrong with her. Yet, I was sharing a kiss with her son. That wasn't the right thing to do. Romeo should be with his mother, not me. He should be comforting his mother, not kissing me. I looked up. Romeo was staring at me, his forest green eyes were a shade darker. I've always loved when he stared at me in this manner. Although it made me feel weak in my knees and my palms were already sweaty, I still loved the hooded gaze. He was staring at me as if he could hear my thoughts. He was staring at me like I was the only person in the world. Like he had found a treasure. A precious treasure everyone had been looking for, but he was the lucky person who found
I heard a knock and the door creaked open. I took a deep breath. Now, my mother would see the mess I had caused in my room. My mother entered my room. She had taken her bath and wore her clothes. It was time for her to go to her workplace. Her eyes roamed around my room, then flickered back to me. "Ivy Young, can you tell me why your room is messy? Why are your clothes scattered all over the floor?" Mother questioned me.I ran my hands through my hair, glancing around my room like I was innocent. Like, I didn't know how it happened or I didn't understand the language my mother spoke to me. "What's wrong with your tongue?" Mom asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why is your room like this?"I shrugged."I don't know. I will arrange the room later.""Suit yourself. I am going to work. I don't want to see this room like this when I'm back." Mom warned me. I nodded my head in the affirmative. "I will do something to the room as soon as possible." I assured her. "Bye." Mom waved
I forced a smile, trying to pretend as if everything was okay. Like, I wasn't freaked out with the way Romeo was throwing a glare at me. I couldn't help but think about what was wrong with him. He was in a good mood, before going to the next building. What could be wrong with my boyfriend? Did he get into a fight with someone?"He is your boyfriend, right?" My human Goôgle asked, jolting me out of my thoughts.I didn't know his name. I didn't know the name I can use to address him. It was kind of better to call him "Human Goôgle". I nodded my head in the affirmative. "Yes, he is my boyfriend. Let me introduce you to him. What do you think?" I suggested. "I don't mind, homo sapien." "I think it's high time you knew my name. Calling me the scientific name of "human" is weird," I uttered, facing him with a little smile. "I am Ivy Young."He smiled back, exposing his beautiful dimples. "James Swift." He uttered. I started, my eyes gleaming with delight. "Don't tell me you are related t
"What is going on in that little head of yours?" Romeo asked, jolting me out of my train of thoughts. "Nothing." I shook my head, having a blank look on my face. I knew he could tell that I was lying to him. It was obvious that I was bothered with the dare issue, especially with the blank look plastered on my face. But, why won't I be bothered over the dare? I really wanted to know what it was all about. I was worried because I knew it might be something bad. I have been trying but I still couldn't get rid of the image in my memory. The image of what Romeo wrote in this diary. "I am Romeo Sparks and I will never refuse a dare, even if it means hurting the person I love."Now, one of his homies, Jason, also asked him about the dare. That was enough clue for me to know that something fishy was going on or something was about to happen. Romeo wrote "even if it means hurting the person I love." I suspected that the dare must be something he couldn't refuse just to protect his ego. I
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.