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Ayla.The day had finally come, the first day back to college. I was ultimately prepared and ready to learn.But what I wasn't ready for was Ryder.Ryder Costello is the bane of my existence, the reason why I fail to socialise and get along with others. He's a closed book, never predictable. I was always curious about him, why he acts the way he does and is the way he is. He was undeniably smart and a well-liked individual in our academy even with his bad behaviour and attitude. I concluded that faculty sucked up to him because his dad- Giovanni Costello, owner of Costello airlines (one of the most luxurious airlines in the world) was a huge benefactor to the academy. Now I was well aware that he would provoke me, and I was beyond anxious about it. I've had the most carefree and calm summer holiday and I just didn't want to ruin this perfect bubble I was in. Ryder has always hated me and I never knew why. It's not like I had ever done anything to be treated the way I am by him, I've a
Ayla.He removed his hand from the door and walked into the class chuckling as he sat down. I followed in his footsteps and made my way to the back taking my book out. After Sir had taken the register I went into a deep read completely forgetting my surroundings.That was until the book was taken out of my hands and held in the air by Ryder.I smiled at him not wanting to show how upset and annoyed I was, why wouldn't he just leave me alone?"Can I have my book back please?" I asked politely as if he wasn't teasing me."You read some weird shit, honestly Ayla what the fuck is wrong with you?" My heart sank at his harsh tone. "I hope nothing is wrong with me, all I want is my book please." My voice faltered and I felt like crying because I noticed everyone was looking at me, I hated it. It was like the only time I got attention was when Ryder was teasing me."You're so fucking weak." He said maliciously and threw the book at me, I grabbed my things and rushed out of the class. I neede
Ayla.I walked into the living room and cringed as I saw my parents kissing. They pulled away hearing me cough making mum blush and dad give me a cheeky smile."Uhh- I'm just going to go upstairs-" I said slowly and made my way up the stairs wanting to wash my eyes out."Nonsense sit down with us darling, I have some news." My dad said and waved me over. I walked back awkwardly to them and my dad chuckled. "Princess don't be like that, its completely normal, how do you think you were made?" He smirked and mums blush deepened. I shook my head, "Baba just tell me news before I run upstairs." I threaten.I took a cookie from the coffee table and nibbled on it waiting for dad to announce his news."Well, I wont spare all the details but a wealthy business owner came to our Kensington branch and dined with us. This was a few weeks back and then asked to meet with me and we arranged a deal to have his company cater our food." He said and my eyes widened, I jumped onto him and screamed. "Dad
Ayla."Ayla Rose, 9." Mr, Cooper reads out and I internally squeal, it was always great to get a top grade in one of my classes.As sir continues to read out grades I quickly text Bri telling her what grade I got, I couldn't help it I was happy and proud of myself."Ryder Costello, 9." I glance at Ryder and smile softly, it had been a few days since I went to his house. Nothing's changed and I don't know why I expected it to."Miss Rose and Mr Costello you both have achieved the highest grades for the first exam. Well done, keep it up!" I smiled at sir and received one back. I looked at Ryder who seemed to be unfazed and ready to leave.A couple minutes later the bell rings and we leave for lunch. I meet up with Bri and we choose to sit in the hallways as the rain was too heavy for us to go outside. Thank god I wore a thick jumper and trousers, I was warm and cozy.Looking to my right I see Chloe, this time Bri referred to her as Cambridge Academy's very own Regina George. She took ad
Ayla.Today was Friday and usually I love Fridays, you know since it's the weekend but knowing that I'm going to have Ryder in business class again is already ruining me day. Miss Morgan told us that where we are sitting now is our permanent seat.I honestly couldn't be happier sitting next to Ryder.Note the sarcasm.Anywho I finished making breakfast for me and my dad, mum was still asleep and we were just talking about how the first batch of food was to be served on Costello Airlines today.Alaia was the name of all the restaurants dad owned, he named them after mum because he loved her and her food. And yes it was very adorable of him to do that, I mean imagine having four successful restaurants named after you and dedicated to you, must be nice.I could tell he was nervous, who wouldn't be? His food was being served on a major airline , and so to make him feel better I made him my famous salted caramel coffee. I'm quite proud of it, not bragging or anything but everyone who has t
Ayla.It was an hour before noon and I had just woken up, I had to get ready and go to Bri's by half twelve since we were going out. I was excited, regardless of how Ryder felt. I have no idea why he felt the need to restrict me from going out, as if he has any authority over me. Also when I told Bri all hell broke loose, she was furious, going on about how he couldnt control me and all that. She wasnt wrong, she rarely is ever wrong.I went downstairs and made myself a small cup of coffee. Glancing out the window I see my dads car absent from the driveway. I figured he had gone to work and mum was either sleeping or doing an afternoon shift at the daycare center. Mum was a enigmatic woman, she could literally do it all, and even though she had the means to be provided for she never allowed herself to stay at home, well as long as I was eight. Mum loved working, she's done it all, receptionist, PA, barista, waitress, retail and her personal favourite- childcare.I whipped up some panc
Ayla. It was Monday and I was standing in my kitchen staring at the wall. Today would probably be my last day on earth. No matter how badly I wanted to stay home I had to go in. This was my last year in Cambridge academy and I wanted to make the most of it. Also my attendance is always 100% and I'd like to keep it that way. I whinged and chewed on my toast feeling like absolute shit. With my coffee in hand I went upstairs and got ready for my funeral, perhaps if I wore some colour it wouldn't be as depressing. It was quite cold so I threw on a white shirt and a baby pink sweater on top. I brushed my hair and quickly washed my face as well as brushing my teeth. I wasn't bothered to put on too much makeup on so I just applied balm onto my lips and covered up any blemishes. Dad wanted to drive me to school because he was going to the Alaia restaurant in the city which was near campus, I was happy to take him up on is offer since I felt lazy. I got my things together and sat on my bed for
Ayla. I shivered as I walked through the kitchen, it was disgustingly cold today. Also the time was changing, meaning shorter days and longer nights. I hated winter, I mean the christmas period was beautiful but I absolutely hated going from warm, cosy sheets to cold, icy air. My recurring headache didn't help either, I just wanted to stay in bed and sleep until I didn't feel like ripping my eyeballs out of their sockets. Steeping some chamomile tea to help with my nerves I quickly make some pancakes for myself and my parents. Once I'm done eating I take a few meds for the ache and drink my tea. I didn't sleep all night, the tall, brooding Italian was clouding my thoughts, that and the overwhelming migraine. I went upstairs and got ready. I wore a tan long sleeved top with blue jeans. Although it was cold I was tired of wearing jumpers and hoodies. Placing a long comfy cardigan in my bag in case it got really cold I opted for some navy low heeled boots. After finishing my hair and f
Ayla. I pressed my palms together trying to create heat. Me and James had walked it to the house where the party is. We stood in front of a big villa-house. It was really pretty. The music penetrated through the walls and window of the the house. I felt a little anxious seeing how many people there are and was rethinking my decision of coming here. People were highly intoxicated as they scattered around the patio passed out. We went in and I felt out of place. I was more of a stay at home, read or watch a movie type of person. This was not what I was used to. The faint smell of weed wafted up my nose and I cringed, it smelt horrible. People held bottle of alcohol in their hands and danced freely. "I'm going to go say hello to Steve I'll be right back." I hear amongst the loud vulgar yet catchy lyrics of the song playing. He left into the crowd and I sat down on a sofa. After a minute or two I got up looking for the kitchen. I needed water or drink something to quench my thirst. I ha
Ayla. Walking through the cafeteria I slowly tell Bri all the events of yesterday. As expected, she was feeling loads of different emotions, shock, disgust and anger masked her face. "Who in gods name does he think he is to be treating you... My best friend like that!" She shouted catching some weird looks and in return giving them glares telling them to mind their business. Whilst I completely understand her reaction towards all of this I didn't want her to make a huge deal out of it. "Bri its okay you have nothing to worry about-" I reason with her until I'm cut off. "Listen Ayla. You don't deserve hum. He's a bast-" I slapped my hand on her mouth as gently as I could hoping she wouldn't say the horrible word coming next. "Bri!" I scolded, I didn't mind bad words but we were in a cafeteria and her screaming out a curse word would get us in trouble. Okay maybe I minded a little, I mean bastard is a strong word. "I don't care Ayla, that's the nicest cuss I have for him now, it can g
Ayla I yawned as I stretched my body before getting out of bed. I had my first two lessons in the morning and came home to nap. Although the nap was everything and more I regretted sleeping for three hours knowing how drowsy I'll be in my upcoming class. I just wanted to stay in bed and sleep all day. I put some eye drops in to refresh my eyes and spray my face with some glowy mist Bri recommended, I will not lie, it looks like I haven't even slept and my makeup is fresh. My last lesson was business and obviously I was dreading it, but today I'm planning to ask Miss Morgan if I can change partners. Hopefully she'll let me get with James or some other person, I didn't mind pairing up with anyone. Anyone but Him. I made myself a promise and I really want to stick to it. Ryder was like a drug, the most addictive kind, the one you know you shouldn't take but the few good moments make all the pain worthwhile. Taking a deep breath I sit at my vanity table and brush my hair. Touching up on
Ayla. I finish what's left of my breakfast and prepare a bowl of fresh fruit to take with me upstairs. I loved cold sweet fruit anytime of the day but I felt faint not having slept well so I hoped the sugar would give me energy. It was ten in the morning and my lesson was at half eleven, I cringe knowing I have business. How lovely. I feel sick to my stomach just thinking about class knowing I'd have to interact with him, I just had to be paired with him for this project. I cant even do it myself, these tasks require a partner. My heart twists thinking about him, knowing now that my feelings are active. I know he can be a good person, I need him to see that he can. I take off my pajamas and pull a beige sweater over my body pairing it with the co- ord bottoms it came with. My hair was bothering me and I didn't want it to get wet so I put it into a ponytail and I left the wisps of hair that refused to stay in place alone. Looking outside the window I smiled. The rain poured heavily,
Ayla. I sat up against the headboard of my bed thinking about the kiss I shared with Ryder. I never knew one kiss could leave me so puzzled, wondering what to make of it. I don't know what this means, do I like him? Does he like me? So many questions left unanswered. I sigh and shake my head wanting to rid myself of all of this. After he confessed that I apparently make him weak I remember scoffing and leaving. I make him weak? If I'm not wrong all these years he's been the one in control, he is the person who dominates me. How in the hell could I hate him but possibly think about him in any romantic way? Why did I once resent him but now almost yearn for his attention? My phone buzzes and I see that Bri sent me the location of the café we're supposed to meet at. I in no way wanted to leave my house today but I will never refuse to spend anytime with Bri. I haven't told her what happened, not because I don't want to but honestly because saying it out loud will make me acknowledge it
Ayla.The rest of the week flew by and today was Saturday. I hadn't seen Ryder that often because we have different lessons but I saw him once, walking with his friends. I'm sure I had English with him but either he wasn't in or he ditched class and went somewhere.Did I miss him? I asked myself that question often in the past week.I was ashamed to say I did, I missed him, but just a tiny bit.It was almost two in the afternoon and I was downstairs watching a telenovela with mum. We loved watching this specific one, the plot was riveting and me and mum had a huge crush on the lead actor. I finish the remains of my lunch and washed my plate as I noticed I had an hour to get ready and go to Ryder's. Today was a good day, chilly breeze but the sun was making an appearance so I was happy. I threw on a light sundress with some nude fur lined tights to keep me warm. It was still winter but I just wanted to make an effort. I wore a little makeup and made my lips pop with a barely there pink
Ayla. Waking up was hard, I only had a minimal amount of sleep because I was watching Suits. Its like when the episode ends with a cliffhanger my mind says 'I don't need sleep, I need answers!' That's my downfall because right now, getting out of bed was torture. Going downstairs I put the heaters on because it was seven degrees. My hate for the cold will never diminish, my nose and ears keep going red and my eyes always water when I'm out. I made myself hot chocolate and quickly made breakfast me and my parents. I loved making them breakfast, mum always told me she could do it but I liked doing things for my parents. They always take care of me and I love returning that care back. They come downstairs and mum looks unwell. "Mum are you okay?" I ask in worry, she was pale and looked weak. "Yes baby just a stomach bug." She says and I rush to the medicine cabinet to get lemsip and paracetamol. "Mama take them." I say and dad rubs her back. She nods while opening the lemsip and drinki
Ayla. I shivered as I walked through the kitchen, it was disgustingly cold today. Also the time was changing, meaning shorter days and longer nights. I hated winter, I mean the christmas period was beautiful but I absolutely hated going from warm, cosy sheets to cold, icy air. My recurring headache didn't help either, I just wanted to stay in bed and sleep until I didn't feel like ripping my eyeballs out of their sockets. Steeping some chamomile tea to help with my nerves I quickly make some pancakes for myself and my parents. Once I'm done eating I take a few meds for the ache and drink my tea. I didn't sleep all night, the tall, brooding Italian was clouding my thoughts, that and the overwhelming migraine. I went upstairs and got ready. I wore a tan long sleeved top with blue jeans. Although it was cold I was tired of wearing jumpers and hoodies. Placing a long comfy cardigan in my bag in case it got really cold I opted for some navy low heeled boots. After finishing my hair and f
Ayla. It was Monday and I was standing in my kitchen staring at the wall. Today would probably be my last day on earth. No matter how badly I wanted to stay home I had to go in. This was my last year in Cambridge academy and I wanted to make the most of it. Also my attendance is always 100% and I'd like to keep it that way. I whinged and chewed on my toast feeling like absolute shit. With my coffee in hand I went upstairs and got ready for my funeral, perhaps if I wore some colour it wouldn't be as depressing. It was quite cold so I threw on a white shirt and a baby pink sweater on top. I brushed my hair and quickly washed my face as well as brushing my teeth. I wasn't bothered to put on too much makeup on so I just applied balm onto my lips and covered up any blemishes. Dad wanted to drive me to school because he was going to the Alaia restaurant in the city which was near campus, I was happy to take him up on is offer since I felt lazy. I got my things together and sat on my bed for