I let out a moan, and that made Romeo break the kiss. I shivered as the cold hit my bare skin. I crossed my arms to try and stave off the chill, but I could still feel the goosebumps rising on my skin. We just stood there, our eyes locked on each other. Romeo broke the silence. "Are you okay? Is the cold too much for you?" He bombarded me with questions.My lips trembled as I managed to get out the words. "I – I'm a b – bit cold," I stuttered. "You should probably go inside then," Romeo uttered, his voice tingled with concern as he chewed on his bottom lip. Why was he biting his bottom lip? I could tell that there was something more he wanted to say. I studied his face, searching for some clue as to what was on his mind.If Romeo wasn't willing to say his mind, then I should be more direct."Is there something else you want to tell me?" I asked him."I'm not sure if this is the best time to have this conversation," He said hesitantly. "Maybe we should wait until later?" "No!" I ex
I wasn't sure if what I was doing was right or wrong. But I knew one thing for sure – I was enjoying the moment, and I didn't want it to end. I wanted to be like this forever. How could I not love this moment, lying in the bed with one person I'd loved more than any other? My queen sized bed felt smaller, but in a good way, as we were face to face with our eyes closed. I couldn't help but smile as I felt his hand move gently from my waist to my back, pulling me closer. What he did made my heart flutter. My eyelids fluttered open, and I was met with a pair of forest green eyes, already staring at me. I narrowed my eyes on him. "I thought we were closing our eyes," I accused him."You were looking at me too," Romeo replied with a chuckle in his voice.I didn't say anything. I just smiled. His warm chuckle made my heart melt. I wanted nothing more than to hear that sound again. He was so adorable. "Ivy," Romeo called my name, softly.I lifted my gaze to meet his. I could see the tur
When the bell finally rang for break and the statistics teacher rounded up his lecture, I was out of my seat in an instant. I headed straight for the door, needing to get out of that classroom ignoring the murmurs and stares. I needed to clear my head and make sense of what I'd just heard. I couldn't focus on the class, my mind kept drifting back to what had happened the night before and that morning. I was sure of one thing. I needed therapy. Romeo had done so much damage and it was going to take a lot of work to heal from it. It was my fault too. I could have stopped things from going as far as they did, but I hadn't. I'd let myself be swept up in the moment, and I regret it now. I was so stupid. Always easily deceived by his words and his innocent eyes. I felt so foolish, ashamed. My stomach twisted into a knot at the thought of everyone finding out what happened. I was afraid of the rumors that would spread about me. Obviously, I would be blamed and the topic of discussion woul
I felt frozen in place, unable to move, and my eyes were fixed on them. I was unable to look away even when they were done kissing. The funny thing was, Romeo kept stealing glances at me. He knew what he was doing. He fûcking knew. I hated the blank look on his face. My hands tightened into fists. I was unable to think straight. I wanted to confront them. I felt like doing that. I wanted to punch him, to hurt him the way he'd hurt me. But, I knew I couldn't do any of those things. I just stood there, watching them. Suddenly, I felt a jolt as someone bumped on me from behind. It was a small collision, nothing serious, but it jolted me out of my trance. The girl who had bumped on me was a junior, and she was apologizing profusely. I just nodded, my mind still spinning. I blinked, realizing that I'd been standing for longer than I thought. I let out a hiss and walked to where my best friend was. Her boyfriend was not with her. At least, we would able to talk better. Probably, a catch
The song I was listening to ended just as I was preparing to get out of James' car. I watched as he climbed out of the driver's seat. The corners of my mouth curled upwards as I watched James approach my side of the car and open the door for me. I couldn't help but feel flattered, even though I knew he was only trying to be a gentleman. It was the little things that really mattered. "Thank you," I murmured as I stepped out of the car. "Anything for you," James replied, his eyes crinkling in a warm smile.As James had said in the text he sent to me earlier in the day, he had picked me up after school. He told me he wanted to show me something, but I also liked that we were at his house. It would be a nice break from the hectic day I'd had at school. At least, it would be a distraction from the stress and drama of the day, I would not be able to think about all that happened. I took a moment to look around, admiring the grandeur of James' home. It was a beautiful mansion, with lush g
"Why did you suddenly get so quiet?" James asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror.I turned to face him. "Nothing. Just wondering why the author ended the story that way. It's not fair that the female lead died, leaving the male lead to mourn her for the rest of his life."I noticed him smile slightly. "Not all stories have a happy ending, you know," He said.I lifted my shoulders in a shrug. "I know. My story is going to have a happy ending though," I uttered."So is mine." He seconded. " You should not let a book get you so worked up. You can always find another book to read," He rambled."It's not that simple," I muttered under my breath. We were nearing my house. The entire drive had been filled with our conversation about a novel with a tragic ending that I was still upset about.The rest of the drive to my house was silent, except for the music that played softly on the radio. James sat humming along to the song, bobbing his head in time with the beat.I couldn't help
"Prom night, prom night, prom night!" That was the phrase that echoed through the halls of our high school. It was all anyone could talk about, even though the date had not been announced yet. On Monday, which was yesterday, we were told that prom was coming up soon. And ever since then, that was the topic of every discussion. Everyone was buzzing with excitement, even though it was only April and prom was likely next month. But that didn't matter to my peers. They were already dreaming of that magical night in May when they would dress up and dance the night away. As I walked to my history class, I had my earbuds in, but I wasn't actually listening to music. I just wanted to give the impression that I was. To be honest, I didn't care what anyone was saying about me. I was used to being the subject of gossip, and I had grown numb to it. But lately, I noticed that people don't whisper and lean in close to each other when they see me coming. It seemed like they had gotten tired of t
I fought the urge to turn around and look into the forest green eyes that I could feel boring into the back of my head. I forced myself to take a seat and face the front of the classroom.Despite my best efforts, I found myself unable to focus on the history lecture. Everytime I tried to tune in, I could not escape the feeling of being watched. It was as if someone's eyes were boring into the back of my head. I knew it was silly to think it was Romeo but I couldn't help but feel that it was him. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body."Ivy Young," Mr Mark called out my name, jolting me out of my thoughts. I looked up at him. "Y..yes, sir?" I stuttered. His eyebrows lifted. "You came in late, and you've been staring off into space instead of focusing on what I'm teaching. I've already spoken to you about your grades dropping. The SAT is coming up, and you need to get your head in the game." He snapped. I swallowed a gulp down my throat, feeling my cheeks flush. "I'm sorry, si
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.