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
It was another Monday. Another hectic and stressful Monday. Mondays should be banned from the days of the week. It always gives off this negative energy, especially in the morning. Maybe, I was the one with this feeling. I was inside the second class I was having today. AP Chemistry. The teacher wasn't around yet. As expected, the class was rowdy and filled with noises. I didn't understand why the teacher should delay us. This is a waste of time. I should be doing an important thing, instead of sitting down in a class waiting for a lazy teacher and having to listen to random talks from my peers. I didn't have this class with people I know, hence it was very boring for me. Not that I knew a lot of people. But, there was no Romeo , Joey, or even Jake. I didn't have any of them with me. I plugged an earpiece into my ear, playing Positions by Ariana Grande. I was not a music freak but I would definitely listen to anything by Ariana Grande. I really loved her and her music. I glanced ar
I was supposed to walk away, without sparing my boyfriend and Charlotte a last glance. I ought to leave the lecture room instantly, without even announcing my presence in the room to them. But, I remained there. I stood there, just staring at them with a blank look on my face. My hands tightened into fists. They didn't even realize that someone was in the room with them. How could a hug be so intense? I should leave, instead of burning with rage. I should leave, instead of just standing there having the thought of smashing their head with a bottle. Funny how I had turned violent just because I was in love with someone.My subconscious was screaming at me to leave the lecture room instantly. But, I couldn't do that. It seemed like my feet were glued to the ground. I was overthinking. The thoughts in my head were killing me. What if the hug led to something serious? What if my boyfriend and this girl end up kissing? The kiss was already intense, it could lead to something else. Should
I swallowed a gulp down my throat, as I walked through the hallway. People were staring at me, they had their eagle eyes fixed on me. My hands tightened into fists as one of those watching me whispered something to her friend and both of them started laughing. They were pointing at me, so I could tell the whispers were about me. Now, I realized that the lecture room was a far distance from the school park. I never realized that shit until today. I should have reached my chemistry class instead of walking through the hallway with 80% of the crowd focusing their attention on me. I didn't even know why they were doing all these stupid things. What did I do? I didn't cause a scandal or something. Then, why did it seem like I was the subject of their discussion? God, this was so confusing and tiring.My palms had become sweaty. Funny how I thought I had it under control. I thought I was scared of people's intense stares anymore. Yes! I wasn't freaked out. But, that was when Romeo gave me
I flinched and quickly shrank from him. His words were hurting me. This hurts more than what he said which made me hit him on the face. I looked into his eyes. I regretted not avoiding his intense eye contact. His bright green eyes were burning with anger. I hated to see that kind of expression. I hated it more that I was the cause. He was irritated by my presence.My lips trembled badly. I thought of leaving his house and going back to school. But, I was already here. I should not give up. I should take care of my mess. I needed to get my man back. I swallowed hard and I moved closer to him. I nibbled on my bottom lip. "Romeo," I said gently."Why the heck are you so stubborn? Listen to me and leave this damn house." Romeo snapped at me, pounding his fist on the table. "You can do this, Ivy. Don't be freaked out by his voice. You can do it." I said to myself, my hands tightening into fists.Romeo stood up from where he was sitting and walked over to his bed. He slumped on his king
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.