The atmosphere in the house the last two was strained. My mom was acting like I didn't just tell her that I want to go off and live with a boy by ignoring me. While my sister was tiptoeing around the both of us scared to blow everything up. I know what my mom was trying to do. She was deliberately not making an issue out of it and giving me time to see the futility in what I wanted to do. Not this time though. Ignoring what I said isn't just going to make it go away or make me reconsider. It wasn't a fresh thought that I haven't thought over. School here basically ends up with me being bullied nowadays. Maya and her clique had decided to make my life even more miserable than it already is day by day now that Luka was no longer here. I find myself randomly wanting to tell him about something that happened during the day or wanting to just smell him or feel his skin on my fingers. So, no. This is not a phase I'm going to grow out of. It's something I've made up my mind about. A
The clouds looked like fuzzy, clumped up pieces of cotton wool from my position at the window. "Good afternoon everyone, this is your captain speaking. The American Airline flight to California will be landed in about seventy minutes. Do enjoy the rest of your flight." The deep baritone voice called out over the speakers and I couldn't help but feel my stomach knot in anxiety. Seventy minutes more till I land in the same city as Luka. This was all I wanted all month long, all I planned for the last one week. Taking this step was proving harder than I thought it would be. Saying goodbye to my mom, Annie, Tammy and Dylan this morning and I almost burst into tears at how much I'm going to miss them. "You've got this, Isabella." I whispered underneath my breath and blew air through my mouth to try to calm myself. I opened my wallet and dug out the description Paula gave me written on a piece of paper and checked to be sure the card my mom pressed into my hands earlier this morning wa
LUKAI've never had any issue finding home in a new place without family or friends. I ran away from home and lived on my own for two years spending months at a place before moving on till I fell in love. Finding my footing in university has been hard. The thing with going on to college is that it exposes your inadequacies. I've come to learn that i'm not as smart or gifted as I think I am. I've passed through everything barely putting in maximum effort till I got to college. Now I have to put in effort to an extent at least, I have to study, do assignments, presentations and all of that. I'm also not interested in making friends right now, though somehow people always surround me. After class today, I went straight to see a lawyer regarding Leonardo. I meant what I said about having him live with me. I'm all settled in now and and I can start working on it. It's not going be so easy though. Apparently, it might take me suing my parents and I'll have to prove it in court that they
BELLA I stretch out my hands lazily to the side, searching for the warmth I clung to all night but finding nothing before I lazily open my eyes and reach for my phone on the bed stand. I sat up in shock when I saw the time. It's almost noon. The blinds were drawn so that there was no bright light flooding the room so I didn't know time had gone. The emptiness beside me is my answer that Luka had already gotten up. But I knew he slept in this bed last night. Sometimes at night I woke up to find us pressed into each other side by side. The memory stretched my lips into a small smile. One of the best things ever is to be spooned by Luka. It's one of the most intimate non sexual thing between us which I really like. I do like the sexual parts between us too. I open the room door gently and stuck only my head out trying to check if he is still around before I go out there. The area was empty so I stepped out only to see a note stuck on the fridge. I have classes back to back. Order in
LUKAI waited for her to come to bed tossing and turning around till it was almost 2am before I finally got up to go and find her. She wasn't in the living room so I go to the other room only to find her curled up on her side on the floor wearing her jacket. I mutter a string of curses underneatg my breath. "for fuck sakes, I didn't say sleep on the floor. The bed is not here yet, so of course we have to share the one available." Now I seem like a total prick for making her sleep on the cold floor in an empty room with no cover or blanket on her. I hiss again before cursing out. There I go again feeling like an ass. I bent and carried her up bridal style and taking her to the bed. She did the same thing from last night, clinging on to me and adjusting into my warmth. Her cheeks were tearstained and I cursed myself inwardly. I lay there beside her for a while watching her sleep. The rise and fall of her chest, the softness in her features illuminated by the dim white light. The
"D! I miss you." I exclaim with a whine, leaning on the kitchen counter and staring at Dylan's cute face over Luka's shoulder. "Bella the Baller" Dylan screamed out and Luka moved his phone out of reach and I rolled my eyes at how petty he was being."Don't you have each other's number? If you want to reunite why don't you do it on your own terms and separately?" He hissed out and I continued trying to peer into the screen to see Dylan while he kept moving away from me. I could hear Dylan's soft chuckle in the background as we struggled for the phone screen. "Why won't you just let me see his face," I screamed at Luka. "He is my friend too." "Then call him with your own phone and on your own time." He answered back, moving towards the living area and I followed him. "Why can't both of you act like grown ups?""Shut up." Luka fired at Dylan now. And I tried to reach over his head to get the phone. Somehow my breasts brushed the side of his arms and we both noticed the contact and
The loud bangs on the door woke me up with a start and I got up from the couch. The same one Luka ordered which I hated the day he got it but I've come to love. I rub my eyes and wobble to the door on tired feet. It's the same routine the last few days. Wake up, ignore me, go to school together and come back home drunk. I'm low-key worried now on the amount of alcohol Luka consumes, no way that is healthy. I open the door relectantly to a tipsy Dylan with messy hair. He also smelled of a different perfume which I caught when he wobble on his feet and I reached out to stable him by placing me hand around his waist and letting him lean on me. I assisted him till we got to the couch. My inside was twisting with jealousy. "Where were you?" I asked leaning down to peer at his face. "At a party." He chuckled after answering and I didn't know what was funny. I stare down at him and how inebriated he was, muttering sentences I didn't understand before I hissed and went to the k
I kicked a stray pepple on the sidewalk and groaned in frustration. Ever part of my body ached. From my head, to my thighs, arms, back and feet. Practise today was hell. Coach had decided to take things to a whole new level for the female team. One of the biggest blessings of moving down here is their sports program. It is way better than my former school. I wanted to pour ice in a tub and soak my thighs in it. That's how much it was burning. Especially the laps he had us do. It was also already late. This is the latest I've ever had to leave a basketball court in my life. It was almost 8pm. The moment I stepped out of the elevator to the hallway that led to our own apartment, I almost burst into tears. I could hear loud music booming from one of our apartment and I couldn't help praying that it shouldnt be coming from our next door neighbours. When I came to stop in front of our door and found out that the loud music was indeed coming out of our own apartment it just ramped