BELLA*****The next morning I woke up early and I was ready before Jamie came to pick me up. Today was my first day in school after walking in on Luka and Maya in the art room store.My mother and sister were pleasantly surprised at my new found out punctuality and I forced a smile as they teased me about it. Tammy was in the car with Jamie. She was seated in front so I had no other choice but to take the back seat. They shared a quick look when I got in, which I ignored. She looked the same, the purple highlights in her hair have been switched to a full all jet black look and it made her seem more subdued. A difference from her full of life, vibrant nature. I wasn't even mad that he picked her up. They used to be friends way before I got here after all, and he was not supposed to just stop talking to her forever. I honestly didn't just care. I was fine, as long as we didn't have to talk. "Look who finally decides to show up in school today," Jamie teased with a soft smile that
LUKAShe hates me. I could see the disgust in her eyes as she looked at me in that hallway. I have successfully turned her love into hate. It is what I wanted, so why did I prefer the stars in her eyes to the pain in them now. "Baby boy, why so gloomy?" I raised my head to stare at Zoey and opened my mouth in shock. "Zoey!" She threw her head back and laughed with so much gusto that I couldn't help but smile. "Is it that bad?" She teased her fingers through her pink coloured hair. "Real life Barbie season." I hailed and her eyes lit up. The pink in her hair matched her entire outfit of pleated skirt that came down a few inches from her ass and an off shoulder crop top. The thigh high boots that had fishnet stockings complimented the whole deal and it was a chic combination. "Like my outfit?" She asked with a proud smile and I nodded. "I always look good, you know?" This was Zoey; she was way too self conceited to ever come up as humble or shy. I could focus on her rambling a
"Holy shit!"I ducked behind the shelf of canned goods and hid myself. "God, please no" I muttered to myself. It was really him. Of all days to run into someone it had to be today. I stayed there for a while peeping from behind the row of baby food which I ran to hide to look out for the grinning boy I just saw on the other aisle of the shopping mall. I looked around to be sure that he had disappeared but I couldn't find him again and heaved a sigh of relief when I didn't see him again. I got up and straightened my tee. "Bella the Baller, are you hiding from me?" I jumped in shock and gripped my chest. "You're going to give me a heart attack." He was smiling again. He was always smiling. The only difference is that he smiled differently when he was with his group. Dylan always had a reason to smile or a stupid dry joke to tell. "Why are you hiding from me?" He asked again, this time seriously. I peered at his chiseled face, and smiled at him before I started walking away. "H
CHAPTER 52: "Hey you!" Leandro shouted and kept following after me. I turned to scream at him but remembered he had nothing to do with this and I swallowed it. "What?" He folded his arms and looked like he was about to fight. "Where are my cookies?" "I gave them to your brother already. If that's all, bye little scammer." "Hey! Don't call me that anymore, we are not friends. " He looked like he was going to cry and I started to feel bad. "I told you I gave it to your brother to give you. It's not my fault he didn't deliver them." I couldn't help rubbing my forehead as I watched Luka and Dylan from where I stood. Felt like I was about to have a migraine. They looked like they were having an uncomfortable discussion. I understand that they are friends and I don't want to change that or be the reason for a fight. it's not like Dylan and I were friends anyway. plus their bond is longer and way stronger. "Prove it!" I stared at the boy who was around Annie Marie's age, with the
LUKA"I'm going to beat the fucking shit out of him." I fumed as I parked the car properly. I knocked on the white door that had a flower garland hanging in front of it and tried to calm myself down. A maid in a black dress opened the door and I entered and made for the stairs immediately I got in to go to his room before I heard her voice. "Luka," she greeted with a bright smile that disarmed me and I mellowed a little to greet her properly. "Good evening ma," she was beside me now and pulled me in for a soft hug. She smelled of spices; cumming and oregano mostly and it tickled my nostrils. For the longest time, since I've known Dylan's mom, she always smelled of spices. She moved towards the kitchen and I followed her out of courtesy. "Do you want to eat?" Dylan's mom asked and as tempting as the offer was I said no. She had a large spread of ingredients on the kitchen table and she was recording the recipe in an old journal by her left. She was a famous chef who has authored
CHAPTER 54: BELLAI didn't bother to think before I reacted. He was here in my room and he had been in a fight, albeit not the worst of his fights. And he had crawled up to my room again. I don't want to see him or ask if he was hurt I need him gone and I need it now. "Get the fuck out of my house before I scream for my mom that a rapist is in my bedroom." My declaration seemed to piss him off and I didn't care. "I came to talk to you." He said with a tone of finality. He needs to leave before I do something stupid like break into tears in front of him. Because, I want to do exactly what he asked me to do but he was the one making that difficult. "I don't care. Don't ever come back here." I warned and tried shoving him in the direction of the window where I'm sure he came in from. I'll definitely keep them locked from now on. Luka took advantage of the proximity between us and drew me flush to him so that our bodies came in contact. His hands gripped me by the waist holding m
BELLAThe smell of the hardwood floor of the gym was comforting. The brown floor that had our school logo painted in the very center of a timberwolf painted in blue and gold. I changed first to our school working gear. It was a blue shorts and bright yellow gold sports jersey. I tied my hair in a huge knot in the center of my head and went out to join my teammates. It was my first time fully back on the team and this was because I passed my midterms and it was partly because of Luka. The last two weeks has been slow but uneventful but one major thing I was grateful for was that life before Luka was slowly returning back to normal. I decided that there was no need to stay angry at Tammy and we had finally started talking again. It went back to being me, her and Jamie against the world and I was back on the basket ball team too. Practise started with warmups which involved us running down the basketball court and then followed by layups, shooting drills and finally a scrimmage. Co
LUKAShe was here with him again. I'm sure she doesn't even know anybody here. He was drawing her cheeks, stretching it into a playful smile. When did they become Bonnie and Clyde? She was wearing a dress too. A body con sleeveless black piece that was the most revealing thing I've ever seen her in. It had a v neck cut that hinted a little bit of her cleavage just not too much and stopped mid thigh. She had lipstick on too. Her lips were done in bloody red that drew so much attention to her lips and her curly hair was ironed straight falling all the way to the middle of her back. Like clockwork I could feel the growing bulge in my pants just by staring at her. How did she do it? Get me turned on without even touching me? She only had to be in the same vicinity as me and my body was on fire. Over the past two weeks of staying away from her, I've come to admit that I like talking to her and sleeping beside her in her bed. I liked when she sends me her stupid GIFs and the seeing th
My hands trailed on the rough skin on Bella's thigh with so much concentration that I didn't miss it when she flinched away. The loving and tenderness that I have spent the last one hour coaxing into her skin was gone. In its place was the rigid straightening of her spine and shoulders, an indication of how tense she suddenly became, almost as if she knew what was coming.The last six months we have been living in a bubble. I had accepted that it was okay for her not to say those three magical words that used to make my heart soar back to me, but lately it's been getting to me. Or maybe it's the way she never wants to talk about the 2 year gap in our relationship, or the baby we didn't know we had but lost. I want to know if she still secretly blames me for what happened. If every single time she sees the scars she hates me the way I do myself. I didn't mean to but I sighed loudly, my shoulder drooping before I rolled her body away from mine and got up padding softly to the bathroom
"I'm really sorry for the part I played in this. Especially knowing that you saw everything that happened that night. We staged a ruse and didn't take you into consideration and for that I'm sorry. Luka is my friend, and all I want is for him to be happy. He means so much to me that's why I came here and I told you my side of the story, it's up to you now whether you believe it or not." Erica ended and got up to leave. I couldn't bring myself to nod or acknowledge her. She had shown me proof that she was after all in a relationship with someone then, who was a professor at their school and telling me this could put her in trouble but she had chosen to do it anyway. I don't know what I was expecting to feel when the 'proof' came, but I'm not sure it's this. If I don't have the usual anger or person to blame for all my predicament then where do I stand? What is this deflated feeling I have in my stomach? Like a balloon punctured at the far end. "Bella," Luka began after a whi
The ride down to Luka's place was one of the most uncomfortable rides I've ever had to endure. My reference to his trysts with other girls was like an elephant in the room. It made me irritated and angry but he looked sad and kept giving me glances which I acted like I wasn't aware of. It was a different apartment from the last one which came to me as a suprise. But what I didn't expect was to see a fur covered, energetic dog launch at me. It did occur to me to go back to the shelter and ask about her wellbeinh after I got out of the hospital but I always assumed she would have been adopted or have moved on without remembering who I was. The moment she saw me she barked loudly and ran to me, wagging her tail. She remembered me, and that made me so warm and happy inside. I spent the next few minutes sitting there on the floor of Luka's studio apartment recieving her licks and hugs and reciprocating her love with my belly rubs and hugs. It took a while before she went on to greet Luk
Life was slowly and steadily returning to normal. Did I cry alot after that phone call with Luka? Yes. Did I fight the urge to go to him and be sure he is okay concerning the pregnancy bombshell I dropped on him? Yes. Did I think he'll show up after that night and actually accept responsibility to apologize for the way every thing turned out? Again Yes. But he didn't. Somehow, whatever I said to him must have resounded with him because he stayed away just as I asked. And it took a while but I took a day at a time. I showed up to classes, I smiled when it was necessary and went to as much of the freshers parties I could go to while my therapist tried to make sure I didn't loose my mind. Day in day out, I told myself that now that I have confronted Luka with all the hurt and the pain, I didn't need to see him again and I was happy that he didn't show off so why was he here now and why did I feel the familiar warmth and twinge in my chest that was usually there whenever I was near h
LUKAKnowledge isn't always power, it's sometimes pain. The kind that has you buckled over like you were kicked in the nuts. Nothing about this all consuming pain makes knowing about everything feel powerful. l feel powerless. With no single idea on how to fix this. My eyes burn and my wrist hurts from drawing and painting all day today. I also felt weak all over. When I drove down to Bella's dorm room last night all that was going on in my head was that I needed it not to be true. That there was a way out, a slim ray of hope that still gives me a redeemable chance but it had turned out to be the opposite of that. Not only had the details of what happened over the one year that I had stormed into my dad's office to get, found out to be true there were also more. Like a baby, a child between Bella and I that had miscarried. So much has happened, and I have no idea how I'm going to fix it. I haven't slept in almost 72hours. From the flight down home, to the flight back to going to
BELLA"Who is there?" I snapped. The loud noise coming from the person banging at the door repeatedly and forcefully echoed around my little room. "Who is there?" I called out even louder than earlier and was met with no response, just continuous, loud, pounding on the door. I thought about ignoring the person since they didn't answer me, and also because it was too late at night to be calling on someone since it was raining heavily. I grabbed my phone, "if you're not going to answer, I'm calling Campus security." The knocks and pounding stopped for a while after my threat and I heard the person curse out loudly in a strange language that wasn't totally foreign to me, since I knew the accent. Before I could come up with a solution, the loud knocks continued. I opened the door intent on giving the person a piece of my mind if it was who I thought it was and I was right. It was Luka. He was standing there soaking wet from the rain with his teeth chattering from cold and his eyes re
LUKAI woke up with an insane need to vomit and shot out of the tiny bed, searching with my eyes for the nearest toilet before I did it all over the floor. I barely made it to the toilet bowl before I found myself puking all over the cramped toilet floor. I puked and puked till I started to retch and my entire body felt weak and tired. Where the fuck am I and how did I get there? I lay back down on the cold floor, a little farther from the mess I just made but close to the toilet seat, and rubbed my head trying to remember bits and pieces from last night. It was the same thing from the last few days. I went out to drink, then Dylan joined me and the night ended with me drinking to stupour basically.I looked around the room, the toilet floor did look clean and I had zero energy to lift my body up right now anyway. The patterns on the floor of the toilet were faded like it had been scrubbed off due to use. From my position on the floor I couldn't see past a flowery pattern shower c
BELLA"I ran into Luka at school." I tried to make my declaration as unimportant as possible so that my mom wouldn't be alarmed or throw a fit and I must have succeeded because she didn't say anything. She was putting away the groceries and if not for the slight pause in her movements I would have thought she didn't hear me. "Ma, did you hear me?" I asked just to be sure. "It's been more than two weeks now why are just telling me?" My mouth opened on its own when she said that. "How...how did you know?" I managed to stammer out. "Are you having me followed?" I chuckled at the question, "nah, we don't have enough money for that." "Seriously mum, how did you know?" "Why else did you put your head on my laps and was crying some weeks ago? And what else could be the reason behind you moping? The only reason you're telling me now, is because you're moving to the dorms tomorrow." Wow. Nothing ever passed by this woman. Nothing. As in Zilch, Zero, Nada. "Just because I didn't say a
LUKAI threw my bag to the floor and fell on the couch like a sack of potatoes before sighing loudly. Sam, who when she heard the door open ran up to me wagging her tail in excitement followed me now to the couch and I stretched to pat her on the head. It did make me feel good everytime I walked in and there was always someone excited to see me. I barely had any time to think about my sad life and everything that happened today; from seeing Bella earlier to her running away, to me going back to school to finish up some school work to coming back home.But I know that I'm tired, very much so. I really think it's more mental exhaustion than physical. I guess I deserved this cold treatment but it didn't mean that it didn't hurt cause it hurts like a bitch. I got up and trudged to the fridge to get a bottle of water and the moment the cold liquid entered my stomach in protest it grumbled. I haven't eaten anything almost all day. I opened the fridge to search for something I could eat