86T H E A"How have you been?" He asks.Sebastian wore blue, white and light pink plaided top, a pair of faded jeans and a dirty white sneakers. He looked older than the last time I saw him and his hair has gotten longer too. He looked different, but those eyes still frightens me.Those merciless eyes.I couldn't stare at him longer and I had to look away from his gaze. I clear my throat, "I have been well." I answered."I'm really glad that you are." Sebastian tells me."Um, do you want to drink something Sebastian? Tea?" Ben offers.I quickly held his wrist, stopping him from leaving me alone in here and stared into his eyes as I said to him. "Please don't leave me here."Ben stares intently at me before he turns to Sebastian who speaks, "You dont really have to offer me anything."I bite my inner cheek and breathe in some confidence before I faced Sebastian. "What are you doing here?"Sebastian stares at me eagerly."What do you want?" I asked firmly."I came here to see if you ha
87 T H E A Sebastian committed suicide. He ended his own life with a gun in his head. No one even knew how he had a gun in the first place and no one had any idea he was going to do that. He was supposed to meet Ben and the others tomorrow for a reunion. He was supposed to live a new life after being sentenced in prison for seven years. He was supposed to live in a tropical place and start a new life for himself. He was supposed to live a life filled with dreams now that he is out in prison. Sebastian was supposed to live. I was supposed to forgive him. The autopsy report stated that it happened around twelve midnight which means just a few hours after he left our home. I have never felt so depressed in my entire life that I wasn't even able to tell him a lot of things that I wanted to say. I didnt know what I was exactly feeling, completely lost in my thoughts and emotions after Sebastian's passing. I knew that there was something wrong in his eyes when he talked to me becaus
0 "Come on Randy. It's going to be fun!" Nina whines as she tries to pull me off of my hotel bed. "Nina, I really don't want to go to any parties here in Los Angeles.” I answered while groaning in pain. “It's too noisy. It's too loud and crowded. And, I’m sick. Like really really sick." I explained. "First of all, that's what parties are for. Second, we're all going to college after this summer, we need to get ready for more parties to come. And three, you're totally fine!" Nina says sarcastically as she puts on her mascara. I sigh.. My friends were all into parties and I don't even know why in hell we became friends in the first place. In high school, people would always ask why I became friends with them since I don’t even physically belong in their circle. I think it all started in liking the same things but even if people questioned the friendship I had with them throughout in high school, I enjoyed their company. I even heard that they were only keeping me because I looked
0.5I don't remember what kind of drinks I had at the club last night but I'm sure it was hard liquor because my head feels like it's about to explode.I don't remember everything that happened in details last night ‘cause I was still in a state of shock on how the hell did I get back to my hotel room.I finally adjusted my eyesight and take a good look at the white ceiling which was above me. I noticed that there was a huge-ass golden chandelier hanging over me. The scent was unfamiliar too but it smelled like roses and I wonder if the hotel service cleaned my room for me.I groan in satisfaction, God this bed is softer than I remember.I snapped myself out from my thoughts, wait.I don't remember having a huge-ass chandelier above me in my hotel room.I stared at myself and for a second I thought I was in my hotel room but later then I realized that I wasn't. I am in someone’s room, on somebody’s bed and lying down with an actual freaking person next to me..Holy shit!I quickly gra
1I quickly pulled my hands up to cover my mouth out of extreme shock.No, this cannot be actually happening. There’s absolutely no way.Relax Miranda. Don't scream or else you'll wake him up. I thought.I try to shake my hands in front of me while my heart was racing inside my chest. I pinch my cheeks to see if I was dreaming or if this was one of my wet dreams of Hugo Saintclare in it, but it's not.This is real.This is actually happening to me.This just fucking happened.Holy fuck, Hugo and I had sex.We literally had sex.I tried to rub my eyes to triple check but it's really Hugo sleeping on top of the bed. I'm definitely not hallucinating and definitely not making things up because he is actually right in front of me.I have never imagined that this could happen. I never thought I could be this close to seeing the Hugo Saintclare. What was more shocking is that, I am not screaming or fangirling hardcore because I am still in a state of shock.I can feel my blood rushing throug
1.5He rushed to the bathroom, perhaps he was thinking that I was there. If he is looking for me, he should have thought about wearing something first. He finally walks out of the bathroom and I began to pray that he won't walk into this closet because I wouldn't know what to do if that will happen.He stood next to the closet where I am actually hiding and my heart just leaped out of my chest and my soul begin to leave my entire body. But then he stopped and didn't continue opening the closet's door and I was saved from his phone ringing."Hey Leon." Hugo greets.Hugo looks so troubled and of course he should be, seeing a bloodstain on his bed with no woman in his room would totally ruin his career. But don't worry Hugo, I won't let that happen. I will not be the reason to ruin your career even if it means hiding everything. I will forget this day even existed but I won't forget what I saw around here."You need to come here in my room. I need to talk to you." He keeps running his f
2"Miranda!"Beth and Nina exclaims in unison as they rushed towards me once I entered our hotel room. Both of them hugged me tight and I tried to smile ruefully, keeping my tears to myself but I still feel so disgusted of what I did from last night.Riding all the way back to my hotel, all I thought about inside the cab was the embarrassing things I did when I was drunk and of course how I ended up having sex with the Hugo Saintclare.Moreover, it still has not sink in that I actually talked to Landon so casually inside an elevator without screaming at his face and busting his ears. But the traumatic part is the drunken sex with Hugo. I still can't believe I gave him my virginity like a snap of a finger.The bloodstain. The look on his face, I sigh inwardly recalling about it again.In the cab, I wanted to take a three-hour shower because I feel like I'm a dirty woman, not because I had sex with Hugo but because of that shameful things that I could have done last night that I don'
2.5Both of them started screaming loudly and started pulling me back and forth as if I did something really great last night. They were happy for me. They were even happy that Hugo was the one who got my virginity. Well, it is something to be proud, I mean just of a little bit of it. because he is actually freaking Hugo fucking Saintclare from the freaking Satellite Patrol but there is still that shame since he met me in my drunken state. If he'll remember me, he will assume that I am that kind of woman and that I have always been an easy girl my whole life.Seven years later."MOM!! MOMMY!! MOM MOM MOM MOM! I can not find my Ironman shirt!""Honey it's on the top drawer!" I yelled back."Mom I can't! It's not here! Moooom!!"I grunt inwardly as I was quick enough to wipe my hands over my apron after washing the dishes. I pulled it off from my body and ran upstairs to see Benedict still wearing his black jeans with no shirt on him. All of his clothes from the top drawer were scatter