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
Maya's P.O.VAn hour later, we managed to escape his friends and was now driving down a nonfamiliar route as he held me by the hand. Ain't No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye was blasting through his car speakers as he sat in the driver's seat, horribly lip-syncing to the music.The overwhelming happiness I was currently feeling soaked through my bones as I tried to savor it all. At this very moment, I wasn't thinking about any deadlines or homework, and it was all because of him. He's the only person that can make my mind and body relax.I sat back on the chair, feeling myself moving to the music for a bit before I closed my eyes, taking a lung full of fresh air. The window was opened and we relished the roaring wind that blew against my hair and whistled in my ear."Are you sure this is the right way?" I asked, "there's barely any cars anymore.""Trust me, I know where I'm going.""I hope that's true because the last thing I want is to be stuck in the middle of nowhere with you."
Maya's P.O.VIt was early and everyone was still fast asleep at my house. It was the weekend, which was when my whole family slept in. But not me. Here I am, sitting cross-legged and spending my morning catching up with homework until Leah calls."What are you doing?" She asks over the phone."Just revising."Leah scoffs. "During the weekend?""Yes, and you should be too. Exams are around the corner and you haven't done any revision at all!""Please don't rant about test revision to me right now. I'm having a major crisis," she groans."What is it?" I asked.Did Connor hurt her?Did he break up with her?I continued. "If it's about Connor, we can go over his house right this moment and throw rocks at his window.""Is that the best revenge plan you can think of?" she chuckled, "babygirl, I have so much to teach you.""Then what crisis are you facing?" I asked her."Check your text!"In no time, my phone dings, and I receive a text from Leah through iMessage. It was a picture of her han
Ethan's P.O.VProm approached faster than I expected. The days turned into weeks and today was finally the day of prom. It was currently lunchtime and I was at Connor's house playing games. Since Leah and Maya wanted all four of us to drive to prom together, I decided to just chill and get ready at Connor's.The plan consisted of the limo that Leah rented coming to pick us up first at Connor's house, then we'd drive over to Maya's house to pick them up. That way, they'd have more time to get ready. "Can you believe that they've already started getting ready?" Connor says, "prom is not for another 7 hours.""What do you expect?" I laughed, "I guess girls just take longer to get ready."He shrugged. "I'm just grateful that she didn't make me come and wait with her.""Maya doesn't take long to do her makeup. I'd probably wait forty-five minutes max," I began playing with the lid of my drink, "besides, she doesn't need that much makeup."Connor shook his head. "I've texted and called Lea