Kylie's POV "Who did you call?" That was the umpteenth time he had asked. And my answer was still the same. "I'm not telling you. Mind your business." He rolled his eyes and muttered, "I wonder who you called that you had to speak so quietly," then shook his head and leaned against the wall. "That's none of your business," I retorted. He scoffed and was about to say something, but the voice of a woman interrupted him. "I want to bail out my daughter," the woman said. The voice sounded too familiar. It sounded like my mother’s voice. It can’t be her, right? I called Bob, not Mum... right? Who am I kidding? It’s not like I’ll get the answer from myself. But did I really call her? Or maybe I’m just hallucinating. Yeah, that must be it. I miss her—that’s why I’m hearing things. "Who’s your daughter?" one of the officers asked. He was short and bald, with a thick beard—probably the only hair he had. His stomach looked like that of a pregnant woman. "Kylie. That’s my daughter’s na
Kylie's POV I was in my second class for the day, and it felt like I had been sitting there for hours. My eyes kept darting to the clock every few minutes, mentally screaming for the time to move faster. In moments like these, I wished I had superpowers. Anything to fast-forward this torture. I glanced around the classroom. Nearly everyone was asleep—even Anna was dozing off. I snickered. Well, you can’t blame them. The lecture was painfully boring. Geometry used to be my favorite subject, especially when Mrs. Nelson, my home-school tutor, taught it. Now? It felt like the dullest thing in the world, all thanks to this fat old man who looked like he was tired of teaching. Honestly, I was just as tired of his class. Oh, poor Geometry. I'm dropping you. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bell rang. "Finally," I muttered as the man packed his things and exited the class. I felt like sleeping in class, but my mind wouldn’t let me. I kept thinking about the little fight
Kylie’s POV "I can’t believe I’m doing this," I grumbled, crouched on the hard tiled floor of the cafeteria. I was using a dirty, torn napkin to scrub a stubborn stain like my life depended on it. "What kind of stain is this? So stubborn!" I complained, glaring at the gunk on the floor. This is the kind of moment where you wish magic was real. Just one poof, and it’d be gone. Oh God, I’ve never done this before. This is so frustrating, I mentally cried. My uniform was a mess, all thanks to this punishment. Couldn't the principal just give us detention or something? This is worse! "Don’t they have a scrubbing brush or something?" I shouted in frustration, flinging the napkin in a random direction. Ashton stood nearby, holding a mop and laughing like a maniac. He clutched his stomach, throwing his head back as his body shook with laughter. I glared at him. Still laughing. Ugh. I should’ve taken the right side! We split the cafeteria into two halves—me on the left, him on the right
Kylie’s POV “I wonder who owns these,” someone said just before opening the door. Thank God I had the sense to quickly hide in one of the toilet stalls. I didn’t have time to grab my things though—they were still out there on the floor. “This eyeglass looks expensive...” Oh no, I thought. If she takes my glasses, what am I going to wear? “Don’t sell my eyeglasses,” I said from inside the stall. “They won’t bring any profit.” She laughed, and it was oddly melodic. “So you’re in there. Why’d you leave your stuff lying around?” “Well,” I said, leaning against the door, “I’m feeding this poor toilet. It needed food.” “Really? I hope whatever you're feeding it doesn’t stink.” “Trust me, it smells like flowers.” I laughed. “Indeed.” Then I started coughing as the air filled with smoke. “Are you smoking?” I asked, coughing harder. “Yeah, want some?” she replied. “No thanks. I don’t smoke. Smokers are liable to die young.” She laughed. “I’ve been smoking this stuff for months an
Kylie’s POV “Did you just say… father?” She nodded slowly. Oh my God. This is a lot to process. “Eric is the father of your child? Does he know?” “No.” She shook her head, sobbing. “Did you guys date or was it a one-night stand?” “We dated… and I regretted it. I hate him,” she cried. “You hate him? But the other day, you both looked like you missed each other—like you were in pain, longing to be in each other's arms. Are you sure you really hate him?” “I wish I did… It would be so much easier. That’s why I smoke. I thought it would help me forget. Every time I come to school, I remember every little thing he did to me. So I smoke… to stay sane. It hurts every time I see him. I hate myself for not hating him. It's killing me, Kylie. Not the cigarettes—him.” She sniffled. When I tasted something salty, I realized I was crying too. “What really happened?” I asked softly. “Let me tell you everything.” “Okay.” I moved closer and sat beside her. “I was a loner… still am. I nev
Kylie’s POV "Hey, Mom," I said, hugging her from behind. "Darling..." she responded sweetly, placing her hands on my cheeks and caressing them lovingly. I kissed her hand. Feeling her warmth made my heart swell with so much love for her. "You didn’t go for your shoot. Your manager called—" she said, placing her hands back down and returning to cutting vegetables. I released the hug. "—So where did you go?" I grabbed a red apple from the small basket filled with apples and hopped onto the kitchen table, swinging my legs back and forth while munching. "I'm talking to you. Where did you go?" she asked again, this time turning to face me with the knife in her hand. "Somewhere... A friend’s house," I replied. "A friend’s house? You don’t even know anyone here, Kylie. You literally have no friends in this country," she said, giving me a suspicious look. I gasped dramatically. "Mom! Who told you I don’t have friends? For your information, I have friends—millions of them!" I bit int
Kylie’s POV I held my tray and started walking towards Elle, but Anna stopped me, grabbing my hand. “Where are you going?” she asked. “I’m going to sit there,” I replied, pointing at Elle, who was sitting alone. “Huh? Why? What about the boys? Aren’t we all sitting together? Are you fighting with one of them?” “No. I just don’t feel like sitting there. I want to sit with her.” “You want to sit with…” She turned to look where I pointed and saw Elle. “No, no, no,” she chanted, shaking her head. “I am not sitting with her.” “Why not? She doesn’t bite.” “Well, I think those drugs she’s on are messing with her.” “She’s not taking drugs, Anna. She only smokes.” “Same thing to me. Either way, I’m not sitting with her.” “Well, I am.” “Then good luck with that,” she said, turning away. I grabbed her bag strap gently, careful not to spill our food. “I’m not going,” she protested. “You don’t even know her.” “I do know her. She’s my friend. Which means, by extension, she’s your frien
Kylie’s POV "Talk, I'm waiting," I said, folding my arms across my chest and tapping my right foot on the floor impatiently. "Oh yeah. What did I want to say?" he asked, putting on a thinking face and rubbing his chin. I snorted. "Am I the one who's supposed to tell you?" "I didn’t ask you to. I’m trying to remember," he replied, rolling his eyes. "Okay, please remember fast. I'm missing class." "I can't." "Huh?" "I can't remember. So, you can go to class. Sorry for dragging you in here for no reason. Please accept my apologies." I burst into laughter. What he said was both amusing and confusing. I was very sure he had something to say but changed his mind last minute. Oh God, this is annoying. He can’t just drag me here for no reason! "You can’t remember? Do you have amnesia?" "Maybe I do," he said with a shrug. "Oh really? Okay then. I have the perfect treatment for you," I said with a mischievous smile. "What treatment?" "Oh, you’ll see. It's really effective." I pic
I clicked on WhatsApp, searching for Kelly's contact in swarm of contacts saved in my phone.Seen it, I sent him a message simply texting ‘ Hey’. Then I placed the phone my crossed laps, anxiously waiting for his reply. After two minutes, I averted my eyes from the screen to the clock; it was five in the evening. So he might be at home or somewhere aside from school, I think.I checked the status of the message now, it is now in seen. I almost squealed out of excitement but held it back, instead a smile overtook my face.Typing...I bit my lower lips, as I still waited. I don't understand why I feel nervous . It is not like it is first time chatting with him, we have been talking and we vibe a lot but this is different; I need a favour from him. He finally send. ‘Hello’ wait like seriously ?!! He typed for what seems like hours and it was just five letters and one word I received. You got to be kidding me.Scoffs
•Kylie“ Mom why is Kylie not going to school and I'm going.” Ken complained as he came down the stairs, marching towards the kitchen to meet mom.I laughed, as I followed him. Is he not supposed to be happy that he is going to school, unlike me who is going to get bored staying at home. I know school can be hell but that is what makes your childhood lively. Growing up, what kind of experience do you want to share ? A boring one ? That you spent all your days being homeschooled, nothing exciting at all. Or the interesting ones ? Your highschool's days, moments with your friends. Those time I spent with my friends made me feel alive and feel true love not fan love.“ Because I told her not to,” Mom answered, as she carried two plates filled with bacons and eggs, she placed it in the island.“ Well tell me not to.”I took out a stool and sat on it, watching the discussion between mother and son. Ke
----------------------------------------------------------•Kylie“ Finally we have arrived, phew!” Bob let out a sigh in relief when the security guard opened the gate and he drove in.I pouted, opening the next chocolate bar I want to eat. So far I have eaten six, it remains six. Bob bought it for me, so I will stop talking. “ The way you said it made me feel like you do not like my presence.”“ Yes,” He nodded his head affirming my words. “ I don't like your presence, anytime you are with me, I will always spend more than what I planned. I don't know how but all I know it is your fault.”“ Well I did not force you to spend on me, did I ? It was your choice to buy it, I did not ask you to buy it.” I felt offended by what he said. Indirectly he is calling me a gold digger, just like the way Kelly insulted me. Well it is not my fault I'm blessed with rich dudes, I need to
----------------------------------------------------------•KellyI twisted the doorknob, it creaked opening. " Why is it so dark ?" I wondered, straining my eyes trying to see if I can see something or someone. I stretched my hands, I felt something cold on my hand, I assumed it to be a wall. I search for a switch, I finally found it then I clicked it.Suddenly it was bright again, I sighed. Turning I let out a girlish scream seeing Ashton close to me, when did he get here ? And why am I screaming like a girl ?I stopped and comport myself. " What is wrong with you ? Why was the light switched off ?" I asked him." How was your date ?" He asked me in a cold tone like he did not hear me ask him a question.I rolled my eyes. I answered him though. " It was not a date. She just wanted to escape from you using me. Besides, all she did was talk about you." More like me ta
---------------------------------------------------------- Recap Slowly his hands wrapped around her waist and hers on his neck. They kissed under the sky filled with stars twinkling as the fireworks explode, glittering in the dark. “ Kylie ?” That voice alone, made Kylie pull away. She turned towards the direction of the voice, panting. Her eyes widened seeing who is that. “ Oh shit.” ~~~• “ Kylie, what the f**k are you
•Third person's POVWalking down the bustling street, receiving stares from people who were wondering why two highschool students were holding hands. They all assumed them to be a couple. Some thought it was sweet, smiling at the young couple; they thought them to be while some find it disgusting, that they are in a relationship in their very tender age.The silence between the both of them was very heavy that Kylie decided to break it. “ We have been walking for what seem like hours, where are we going ?”Kelly turned to her with his face scrunched up in confusion, wondering what she meant by hours. They just left the school not that long, infact their school is not too far away from them.“ What do you mean by hours ? It is not even up to five minutes.” He said.“ Oh well...my legs are starting to ache.”“ Yeah.&
•Kylie “ You are gay ?” I asked, thinking I did not hear clearly. She nodded her head and guess what I... I laughed. My body shook with laughter as I clutch my stomach. I was laughing so hard that water was coming out from my eyes. When I saw her eyebrows brought together making her forehead wrinkled, I forced myself to stop. “ Laugh all you want, I don't care about what anyone thinks about my sexuality, I don't freaking care.” I chuckled, “ I was not laughing at you being a gay, okay maybe I'm laughing at that but I'm definitely not holding anything about gay people. It is just that I find it very hard to believe you are a lesbian, Bitchy Medusa is lesbian.” She scowled at me. “ That is really so... I don't believe you.” I told her blankly. Her nose scrunched up as she asked, “ Why don't you believe me ?” I rubbed my chin pretending to be thinking, “ Why don't I believe you ? A funny question to ask.” I laughed. “ well you
•KylieThe sound of a throat clearing jerk me back to reality. “ Can you stand up ? You weigh too much.” He said in a husky voice making me blink my eyes repeatedly at him before realizing Ashton is the comfy floor.I faked a cough standing up only to see a woman who looks around early forties in tears being taken away by two students.Huh ? What is happening ?“ What happened Mel ?” I heard that gothic ask Mel, I think her name is Vivian. Yes, Vivian.“ I don't know...It was meant for Kylie not her.” She told her with sullen look on her face.“ What do you mean Mel ?” Yeah ask her, what does she mean ?“ I-I-I...” She stuttered, not able to form a word. Well she better do, before I hit her. I'm very violent. I wonder what she did that made her nervous. Awkward.
•Melissa's POV( During the time she poured her drink on Kylie.)Watching her laugh with the boys made me clench my fists in anger. I'm the one that is supposed to sit with them Ashton is meant to love me not her.I hate that girl that stole Ashton's attention from me, I hate that girl that swoon into his life that made him feel loved, I hate that girl for making Ashton adore her and only her. I hate her for ruining my chance of being with him. I hate her so much that I wish her dead.“ Melissa is anything the matter ?” Emily asked placing her hands on mine, I turned to her.“ Huh ? Oh yeah I'm fine, why do you ask ?”“ Well you looked angry and you were staring at where the DRAKE are here.” She answered. “ Hope no problem ?”I gave her a faux smile. “ I'm fine thank you.” I averted my eyes from her to Vivian who was staring at me intently. I raised my