NICHOLAS“Is this what you wanted?” My neck turns to my left as I ask Scott who is sitting next to me and sipping on his crimson wine. My eyes lazily gaze up at him and I feel bored even though I am surrounded by a crowd of young people with so much energy in their bodies. The music is blasted around us on which they are swaying their bodies. Everything around me screams enjoyment but I am not into it. Scott looks at me as his hand pulls the wine glass down. He puts it down on the table standing in front of us. A lazy smirk grazes over his red wet lips as he answers me, “Yes but no, buddy!” He giggles and his head falls forward before he pulls himself back and giggles again. What’s happening to him? He seems possessed!“I wanted you to enjoy here, Nik. You’ve got the fucking job, and what excuse do you need to be happy?” He raises his brows, throwing his head back so it is resting on the headrest of the settee comfortably. “I know.” I sigh, running my eyes around and feeling nothi
JULIEI take a shower and come out of the bathroom. My wet feet would fall on the creamy doormat in the middle of the floor, due to which the droplets slipping down from my body moistened it. I could care less about it. I make my way into my dark room and my hand reaches to turn the lights on. The room lightens with a warm orange glow, covering each corner of my room. Most of the things in my room are pink, peach and white so the orange color makes them look like they have been sunbathing. Walking to the closet, I take out a pair of hunter-green sweatpants with a white jacket. I pull out a white tank top to wear inside the jacket and put them on to leave the room after making my hair and turning the lights off. In the kitchen downstairs, I see my dad filling a cup of coffee for himself. He looks at me and passes me a smile before uttering, “Good morning, princess.” “Good morning, dad.” I make my way to him and press a kiss against his cheek before taking a seat beside him. He join
JULIEWell my new professor has a good voice, no doubt about it. His deep voice is like a thick honey to comfort anyone when it descends from their throat, and it is even better to listen to him while looking at the change outside the window. The weather is very nice. The trees standing outside are shedding their leaves at a slow speed, colliding with the gusts of wind. The sun is also hiding behind the clouds. Winter is on the doorstep, it is clearly visible. And I love every season. Keeping my face on the palm, I cannot get tired of looking at the open sky. “Ms. Dawson!” I want to fly in such a big sky. I wish I had wings, I could fly through this window. “Ms. Dawson!” And I also like this sound coming from behind. I would like to record it and keep it with me. “Ms. Julie Dawson!!” I hurriedly got up, my head snapped with the speed of light as my widened eyes took a look at the person who just yelled at me. A hiss escaped my lips after I heard a cracking sound and no doubt
JULIE"Blue!" My palms turned into fists as I leaned closer and whispered into her ear. She is sitting right before me. "Yeah?" She whispers back. Her head comes closer to me as she leans back, giving more attention to my rant than Mr. Fransisco's lecture. "You know I saw Mr. Taylor in the cafe," I say and she hums, asking me to continue. "His eyes… god, his eyes glowed!""Did they?" She whispers back and I notice her eyebrows pulling together as she tries to focus on what I am telling her. "How's it possible, by the way? Did you see his eyes under the light? Then they're bound to glow, stupid," she adds and giggles in the end, bowing her head and hiding her stretched lips behind her palm. I sigh. "Come on, I'm not that stupid!" I complain and she giggles again, the sound coming hushed. "And his eyes are dark, for your kind information. They can shine only under the sunlight," I tell her with a roll of my eyes which she can not see. I do not care. "Good logic, but still, Jules, i
JULIEI come out of the car as I kiss my dad goodbye. I make my way to my classroom and find my dear cousin Blue standing at the door. I spread my arms wide as I welcomed her for a hug. She jumped in my embrace and hugged me tightly. Her strawberry scent meets my nostrils and I smile unconsciously. "It's good to see you smiling, Jules," she sighs, pulling away. My arms let go of her figure and I scan her outfit which I find pretty later. She always dresses up like an angel. Or I say just like Lolita. She is wearing a white knee-length dress with red small heart patterns. There is a pearl necklace wrapped around her neck and black shoes on her feet. I wonder if she is not into old men. "Thanks, you know I just can't stay sad all the damn time," I say as we walk into the classroom. The sound of my classmates' shouting falls in my ears and I turn my eyes and see that my classmates are playing with fun by throwing and catching something. Jeremy is also one of them. That thing comes fl
JULIE"Dad," I say quietly, averting my gaze as soon as he lifts his gaze to me. "Yes?" He asks. As I peer up at him, I notice his brow is cocked and his face has turned towards me. The volume of the TV had turned down already as soon as I called him. "Um… actually Mr. Taylor wants to meet you tomorrow morning." I dare to look up at him and see his face frowning a bit. There is a slight layer of disappointment on his face. I can't bear it already. "Jules, what did you do today?" I squeeze my eyes shut just as his voice drops down, sudden amazement bothers him. It is a matter of great shame that at the age of eighteen, the teacher has to complain about me — call my dad. "I… I spaced out." He sighs. It was as if he expected this from me. Because getting carried away in my thoughts is not something new. Dad got many such complaints that instead of studying in class, I was lost in my thoughts. "Guess what? I expected it, Jules. Well, I'll definitely go see Mr. Taylor. He has come n
JULIEMr. Taylor's appearance in the morning made me suddenly remember that I do not have to sit at the back of the class. Because he wanted me to sit in front of him, I had to sit at the first desk in the classroom. But I never thought that Blue would already be found sitting on the desk next to mine. "Morning, Jules!" She chirps like always, looking like a sunflower in this yellow short dress that reaches her mid-thighs. I have to admit that the girl has sexy legs, unlike mine, fatty and ugly. I do not like my thighs at all. And about my hips, I cannot even glance at them because the wide embarrassing size of them makes me whimper right there. Even today I did not want to wear this little white dress, but it was the dress my father had given me on my seventeenth birthday — that is, last year. And I have not even touched this dress since then. My father could not understand this insecurity of mine, so he got me such a lovely dress. But I could not keep this dress decorated forever
JULIEI step out. I look back ahead and see my dad leaning against the wall. He had his hands stuffed into the pocket of his trousers and he was waiting for me. I begin to walk towards him. I ignore the look the girls around us give to my dad. I know. I know my dad is handsome but they do not have to make it obvious. But thank God, my father is blessed with confidence so nothing affects him. As he senses my presence, he turns to look at me and grins. "Dad!" I jump into his arms as he wraps them around my waist, pulling me closer. His manly scent engulfs me and I love it the most. But nowadays, Mr. Taylor's scent is working more furiously on me. I find it extremely attractive, I won't lie to myself at least. "I'm so happy to see you here!" I add as I pull myself away, now standing right in front of him, grinning like always. I am the happiest around him. "Me either. The meeting was over. Thought to see you before leaving." He shrugged, and I noticed his smile fading away. I sigh a