JULIEFinally, the classes are over. It is my time to leave. I quickly run downstairs, holding the straps of my bag while my focus is fully on the stairs. I do not want to slip and break my bones, especially my spine. I have told my cousins about my plan after college so I do not have to worry about them. Because I usually go back with them, I need to let them know that I won't be coming with them. I do not want them to worry about me after that. I walk to the parking side and as I expected, I find Mr Taylor standing near his car, waiting for me. He is folding his arms on his chest and an instant smile crossed over his lips when he finds me coming to him. "Hi," I say, waving my hand a bit. And I expected him to wave me back with a sweet greeting but instead, he just leans down and captures my lips in a small and sweet kiss. A wet kiss that leaves me wanting more. And this is how he cheers up my mood which has been sour since the morning. All thanks to him that he exists. "Always g
JULIE "And she spoiled my mood, but now… I feel so good. Just because you're with me. Your presence is like a refreshment. I'm glad you're here with me. You tried to cheer me up."I keep grumbling to him, looking at the sky which is indeed so beautiful. It is orange and blue. The colour blue always reminds me of my lovely cousin Blue. But right now, I do not think of Blue because Mr Taylor is with me. He is lying beside me. Silently listening to me. I wonder what is good in my words that he is this silent to hear them. I know they are not so precious. I am just gossiping about my idiotic teacher Ms Hudgens. What good can he find in it? "Why did you stop?" He asks, turning to look at me but he finds that I am already staring at him. I cannot help but do it every time. He is so handsome. He should have mercy on the people around him. Without looking at him, nothing makes sense, after all. He is the one that makes me realise that the world is something. "Do you think Ms Hudgens is a
JULIENicholas drove me back to my house. It was already night by then. We were not too late. My dad was already home by then. He was making dinner at that time. When he saw that Nicholas was with me — Mr Taylor for him — he asked him to come inside and have dinner with us. For my dear father, Mr Taylor is already a very dedicated teacher. My dad respects him a lot so inviting him for dinner with us was nothing actually. He even asked Mr Taylor to spend a night at our house. Yes, I know my father is such a sweetheart but when I heard that Mr Taylor — I mean, Nicholas would be staying with us tonight, I could not help but jump on my spot. Thank goodness that my father was not facing me at that time. He was just facing the marble slab in the kitchen, doing something in the bowl so he could not see me jumping on my spot but Nicholas did and he chuckled under his breath. He actually called me crazy and cute while I just smiled at him. He brings out the little girl inside me. What cou
JULIELast night we did not sleep together. He left to rest in the guest room. When I woke up the next morning, I got to know that he would be leaving for his house instead of college. His duty is basically over for now. As per the rules, I know that we have allotted sixteen lectures for each subject. Eight have been taken by Mrs Lavigne, and eight were by Mr Taylor so his duty was over. Now he will be allotted to another section. Until then, he has to wait. Along with that, I have been hearing that the head of teachers is pretty impressed by Mr Taylor. Yes, Mr winter always mentions him whenever he is asked about the best professor there. The sole reason is that nobody failed our periodic tests. And this is why Mr Winter let him accompany us on the trip. I got ready and left for college. On the way, I received Nicholas' Text. He wished me good morning and it would be a lie that the sole text did not make my heart flutter. I wished him back and we chatted for a few minutes when m
JULIE"I can't even understand what you wrote! It's too ugly! That's what a language student should do, ha !! Plus look at ya grammar; I can't even count the errors! Girl, where are you from? Mars?" It is first Nicole who snickers and then the class suddenly laughs at my insult except for a few students. Malcolm is one of them and this is the first time he is not laughing. Though I want to know what changed that, I cannot help but flex my jaw at her stupid words. What does she think of herself? I was not wrong when I called her bitch, was I? "Gosh, it's giving me a headache, what's your name— ha! Julie Dawson! Yeah, I heard that name already. Your name is quite famous, by the way. You're the rich spoiled brat, no?" "Excuse me, who gave you the right to address me like that?" I could have heard it if she would not have brought out my character in between. What kind of teacher she is? It is like she is taking revenge for something. I did not even do anything to her. As if my words
JULIEAbsent-mindedly, I keep tapping the tip of my pen into the book which is opened on the desk in front of me. I am still thinking about Ms Hudgens and her stupid words. I hate her now. But she hurt me more and the evidence is my tears that are still running down my face. She has no idea she just pressed the most aching nerve of mine. First speaking about my dad and then she just called me a slut indirectly. I cannot hate Mr Fransisco less either. I still cannot believe he just spread nonsense about me. And I fear who else heard him. I sigh and palm my face, finding my cheeks still wet. The pain is too much in my heart. I cannot even focus on my studies. That is giving me a headache. I get up as I remove my specs. I put them on the opened book and make my way to the bed. It is already night. I did not even eat properly. My dad asked me multiple times about my mood and why I am sad but I did not say a word. I do not want to speak to anybody right now. I just want to sleep peace
JULIEMy eyes flutter open very slowly and I raise my head a bit. My half-lidded eyes are fully open when I find him next to me and I sigh in bliss because I love that sight. Though my head hurts and so do my eyes, I cannot help but smile at him and keep my eyes open to keep looking at him because he is way too handsome and his pleasant face is far more blissful than the sunray itself. I do not know when he will come but it is good to see him next to me. He cares too much and I love that about him. When I felt that soft touch on my cheeks last night, I thought it was just a dream of mine. A very stupid dream due to the thought that someone would come to calm me down but now finding him next to me, I can feel that it was indeed reality. I am blessed to have a boyfriend such as him. I close my eyes once again and snuggle more into his chest. His natural manly scent is amazing. I enjoy his warmth and presence so much. And I am glad to have him right now with me. Time passes and almo
JULIE"I will, baby." He bites at my skin, making me hiss on the phone but I suppress that sound by pressing my lips together. "And don't forget to grab your breakfast, okay? I already made something special for you " dad continues while I struggle not to moan over the phone. I immediately slap him on the shoulder to make him realize but he does not pull away. Instead, he pulls down the strap of my top and pushes me down on the mattress. He hovers over me and starts kissing my chest, wetting it with his saliva. "Y-Yes, dad!" I stutter, unable to keep my voice straight when he takes my swell in his mouth and starts sucking on it like a hungry man. Well, wolf suits him. He licks my nipple before biting it softly. My breath quickens. "Are you alright, Jules?" My dad asks. His tone is filled with concern. "Yes, dad, I am. And I will— ow!" Shit, Nick! He looks up at me with a smirk dangling on his lips. His lips which are wet and pink due to sucking me and he starts doing it once aga