Maya's P.O.V.I woke up somewhere between four or five in the morning, feeling heavy in my body. My legs felt weak, and I didn't have any motivation to get out of bed. Waking up is no longer the pleasure it was since I knew that Ethan wasn't going to be a part of my day.Closing my eyes, I think about all the reasons why I want to go to school, such as maintaining my perfect attendance and keeping up my G.P.A.Slowly but surely, I managed to pull myself out of bed, letting my feet hit the cool floor. Just like every other day, I headed to the toilet to start my morning routine of brushing my teeth and hair. After I managed to make myself somewhat presentable, I headed down for breakfast."Morning sunshine," my mom greeted from the kitchen.My dad pulled out his earphones and turned to greet me with the same excitement as my mom. "You're up early today, and your mom hasn't even finished cooking breakfast.""Actually, I have to go to school early today. Got a lot of work to catch up on,
Maya's P.O.VToday was the day of the start of the season football party, and everyone in school was invited. It's all everyone has been talking about for the past few weeks, and for the past few weeks, I've debated on whether to go or not.It wasn't that I didn't like going to parties or anything, but it was the fact that Ethan was going to be there.Although I was miserable on the inside, I've spent most of my time burying myself in studying since finals were coming up soon.My phone lights up in my hand, and I stop to take a quick look at who it was. I stare at my phone to see Leah's text appear on my screen.Leah: Girl, are you coming tonight?Maya: Yeah. What time does it start?Leah: Eight!Maya: Can you pick me up?Leah: Is that even a question? I'll be there at 7:50. Look hot.I tossed my phone onto the side of my bed and lay there, still contemplating whether it was a good idea to go or not. Leah wasn't going to take no for an answer.To be honest, I didn't plan on going to t
Ethan's P.O.VAs my third class came to an end, I couldn't wait to come to Maya's class. I packed my things into my bag before the bell rang so I could leave immediately and make it before Maya leaves her class.Staring through the small window on the door, I drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I couldn't help but notice how angelic she looked when she was focused. In fact, she was so focused that she didn't even look up when I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me.Walking to her table, I see Maya looking all beautiful with a broad smile plastered on her face."Hi, baby," I greeted."Hello," she said with a smile."Have I ever told you that I find your brain so sexy?" I smirked.Maya shrugs. "Only a few hundred times.""Ready to head to lunch, Einstein?""Definitely, I'm starving."The walk to the cafeteria was short, all we had to do was walk to the end of the hallway. As Maya put her bags on the bench, the guys seemed shocked to see her here since, for the pa
Maya's P.O.V.Over the next week, you could say I suffered a minor breakdown, involving a lot of tears and a few chocolates to help ease the nerves. I tried not to over obsess about reviewing every single aspect of my exam, but I couldn't help it. No matter how much I studied, I always felt like I could do more.So on Tuesday morning, I went to my math teacher and asked him for some extra work to do so I could practice the formulas.On Wednesday, I spent after school in Ms. Wilson's office hours. She was one of the rare teachers that actually offered extra hours after school, and she loves it when students attended. She says that it shows they're committed. So for the hour and a half that I usually spend hanging out with my friends, I sat and analyzed A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway for the nth time.In a metaphoric extension, the term a movable feast was used to represent a place that one has experienced and continues to hold with them for the rest of life. In a way, you could s
Ethan's P.O.VAlthough most people wanted to go home at the end of the day, I was actually the complete opposite. I was someone who dreaded coming home. It's sad but true. When I come back home, I get reminded of the issues I have and my dysfunctional life.However, when I was home, apart from staying in my bedroom and avoiding my dad, there was nothing much to do. I spent most of my days, either outside or locked in my room, so I didn't have to see his face.I tried to walk as slow as I could to delay time, but I eventually still made it home. Once I got inside, a strong smell of beer and cigarettes hit my nostrils. My dad was sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand. Typical.Who even drinks this early?His finger comes off the remote, and his head turns toward me. "There's something I want to talk to you about later.""Whatever," I muttered.I could tell he was about to yell at my rudeness but decided against it before shifting his attention back to the television.Walking to t
Maya's P.O.VWarning: There's explicit sexual content in this chapter.After studying for the remainder of the night, I decided to call it a day and head to bed. Just like every other day, I finished my night with the same routine consisting of showering, brushing my teeth, and putting on warm socks.I couldn't help but feel excited as I grabbed In Search Of Lost Time by Marcel Proust. Nothing gets me as excited as starting a new book. There was something about reading that was so addictive to me. It was like an escape from reality.Whenever I pick up a book and start reading, I get so sucked into it that it's like I forget any of my surroundings or problems. My mind and imagination take over and I'm free to think about whatever I want without worrying about any judgments.It's actually crazy how such a casual thing as reading can create a huge impact on someone.Not long after, I was completely hooked by the book. One page after another and I couldn't seem to stop myself from continu
Maya's P.O.VIs it weird that I never actually believed in falling in love? However, the longer I am in a relationship, the more I fall in love with the idea of being in love.Did that even make sense?I didn't know if it was creepy that I knew the exact shade of his eyes. They weren't just a regular light blue, but they had some dark blue in them. And the shape of his lips. Ugh, those lips. I still remember how they'd felt pressed against mine not so long ago.I could feel the heat growing in my cheeks just thinking about last night.It was currently half-past five in the morning, which was frankly a bit early in my mind — but I knew we were going to need extra time knowing how he always wanted to cuddle in the morning."Wakey, wakey," I whispered into Ethan's ear.I felt bad for waking him up, but I hated being late for school."It's too early," he mumbles, turning over and grabs me from behind. His arm wraps around my waist, and he pulls me in for a tight hug, head buried in my sho
Ethan's P.O.V.Before I knew it, the playing field was starting to fill up with eager fans on both sides. There's an air of excitement as the clock ticks. You can easily tell that our supporters were seated on the left side, given that most of them were wearing red, our team color.We had about fifteen minutes to shower and get changed before meeting in the locker room for some prior pep talk before the game. Since it's our first game this season, we had to be extra tough and ruthless to show the other teams what they're heading up against."I don't know about you, but I'm ready to have some bulldogs for dinner tonight," one of the guys hollered in the changing room.Swallowing a laugh, I head over to my locker.We were playing against the Eastern Bulldogs Today, which I doubt would be hard to beat. I mean, we've beaten them in every single game for the past five seasons.Usually, when it was the first game of the season, there was nothing else on my mind except winning. I would memor