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
IVYMy eyes opened slowly. I woke up with a banging headache. My head hurt as hell, as if I hit my head on a wall.I raised my head from the desk. I glanced around the room and instantly remembered that I was not in my room. Of course, I wouldn't place my head on the desk if I was in my house. I was in Romeo's house and I was here on a mission. I had something to do yet I slept off. "Why am I like this?" I muttered to myself. I recalled that he was sitting on the bed and giving me a silent treatment before I drifted to my dreamland. Where the fuck did he go? I hope he didn't leave the house or something. I needed to talk to him. I had to. We should resolve the issue between us. Today or never. I might not have a chance to talk to him after today. I stood up and walked out of Romeo's house. I should go to the living room first. If he wasn't here, I would look for him around the house. Romeo wouldn't leave the house because of me, he would rather ignore me. He would
Romeo spoke."What a pervert!" I muttered under my breath, as the corners of my mouth curled upwards. Something in me told me he would say something and he talked. My plan to make him speak worked. It felt like I've already achieved a lot. Well, it was worth an achievement. I chewed on my bottom lip. I suddenly felt shy with the way he was staring intensely at me. His bright green eyes were digging holes into my body. I hope he wasn't expecting me to strip. I was just messing around with him, I didn't mean what I said. "Romeo," I said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "I am sorry."Romeo didn't say anything, his eyes were still piercing into mine. I knew he was paying attention to my words, he just chose not to reply.I didn't know what to do. Should I strip? He might even decide not to say anything, even after I strip. That would be a useless plan.My lips began to tremble."Romeo, please respond," I pleaded. My hands tightened into fists. If this was a torture or punishment, h
"You are late, Ivy." Freya said as I entered her restaurant, she had a frown on her face.Her eyes went back to what she was doing. The restaurant was kind of busy today, a lot of people came to dine."I know." I muttered under my breath."Why are you still wearing your school uniform?" Freya questioned me. "Does it matter?" I mumbled.This time around, Freya looked up. She scanned me with her eyes for a while. "What is wrong with you? Are you okay, Ivy? Should I call your mother?" Freya bombarded me with questions.I gave a half shrug."I'm okay. Like, very okay. What should I do?" I asked her.Freya went silent, her eagle eyes were fixed on me. Finally, she broke the silence."I think you need a break. Maybe, you should take today off. I have hired a few workers, I'll tell your mother you shouldn't work anymore.""Thank you." I muttered and walked out of her presence.I was supposed to board a cab to my house. But then, I needed to think. I needed the cool breeze. I had to clear my
My stomach was full of butterflies, I could feel them fluttering around inside me, filling me with anxiety. My palms broke out in sweat as his eyes remained fixed on me. Murmurs filled the air. It was so obvious that he was only staring at me.I instantly broke the intense eye contact. I couldn't hold his gaze for too long. He was making me feel so strange inside of me.I squeezed my eyes shut." What the fuck are you doing to me, Romeo? " I muttered under my breath." Are you okay, Ivy? " Joey asked, her voice was filled with concern.I opened my eyes, taking a deep breath. " Yes, I am okay. I need to get out of this place. It is so hot here. " I uttered. Before I could stand up, I heard Jake's voice behind me. Joey's boyfriend was coming here. That should be 80% probability that Romeo would be coming with him. I remained glued to my seat. I didn't want to leave now. I might bump into Romeo, that would be worse. If only his gaze could make me feel this way, imagine what could happen
My mouth fell open. I was completely caught off guard by Romeo's defense of me. Why would Romeo speak up for me? Shock washed over me like a wave, eclipsing any embarrassment I might have felt. My heart was beating so fast. I looked down as I tried to process what had just happened. For a moment, the class room was completely silent. If a pin fell down, I was sure I could hear the pin drop. Everyone was stunned by the sudden defense of me. No one expected anyone to stand up for me and the unexpected support left everyone speechless. What stunned everyone even more was that it was Romeo who had defended me. No one expected him to stick up for me and the fact that he did made the silence even more deafening.The first boy who spoke cleared his throat. " You don't have to do this, Romeo. Everyone knows you are not together anymore. So, what is the point?" He babbled. " I want you to dare me. Mess around with her and you will see what I am capable of doing. Asshole. " Romeo threatened h
My mouth fell open. I was shocked to see him. I struggled to swallow a gulp that was stuck in my throat, trying to process what was happening. My mind reeled with thoughts of everything that had happened today. I left the bookstore a few minutes ago, James a.k.a human gôogle gave me a ride to my house. Then, the door opened and I saw my ex boyfriend standing there. "Please, let this be a dream. I need to wake up right now." I thought to myself. I chewed on my bottom lip and stared at the floor. I didn't want to meet his gaze. I wondered what Romeo was doing in my house. Had he been sent to torment me? Why couldn't he just leave me alone? Finally, I looked up. I met his gaze and saw nothing but blankness in his eyes. His forest green eyes bored into my honey brown eyes. I hated that his intense gaze made me feel weak in my knees. I felt an overwhelming urge to wrap my arms around him and hold him close. My heart raced as I thought about kissing him. I wanted to feel his touch on m
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.