Chrisanna "I'm going to Jenny's party. It's in her place. Who's coming with me?" I look at Samuel and Eric, hands on my waist, tight-eyed at the lunch table as they pass glances at each other. "Every time I was up to something with you, I got caught and had my PC seized by Dad as punishment", Eric seethes. I look at Samuel and he just looks here and there."What about you?" I gasp."Me?""Yes, kid. You. You're the only well-mannered one. No one is gonna doubt you", I say.He rolls his eyes. "Why do you both always try to screw me just because of that?"Eric laughs."What's this party about?" Samuel frowns. "Her sweet 16th birthday party. I wanna go. It'll be a full night party and I have to sneak out""You didn't get permission for that?" Samuel gasps."No all-night party", I groan. "Have you ever been to a party before? I don't think you went to one. At least, not in a whole year I have been here", Samuel says. "It can be my first time", I tap on the table. "Come on. You guys sh
Samuel Chrisanna is breathing heavily, sitting against the tree as we ran almost five hundred metres to finally get out of the cops' way. She slowly parts her eyes open and blinks her eyes at me as I watch her without speaking a word."Why are you staring at me like that?" she frowns, looking away just like a culprit. Of course, she knows why I'm staring at her like that. "You don't know why?" I cross my arms, trying my best to confront her properly but that face— those damn adorable eyes and the way she gets away with everything just by fluffing her cheeks. She presses her lips and peeks at me. I kneel in front of her so I can see her face clearly in the moonlight.This must be the biggest mistake I have made. I didn't look at her properly outside Jenny's house, then we ran, then we held our breaths.As my eyes finally take a deep glance at her, my heart races faster like a bullet train yet again. She's wearing a golden-glitter party dress that ended up on her thighs. Her hair i
Samuel "Can't be at your practice today. Gotta babysit my neighbour's dog. She's paying me ten bucks. Too low. But that's all I can do for a wasted week. Pray for me. I can't get along with dogs much. And all the best"I open my backpack to take my jersey out when I find the note stuck on my jersey. It brings a small smile to my face. When did she put that anyway?Chrisanna never missed any of my practice rounds. She's always so excited and I wonder how she never gets bored of watching me just running and kicking the ball. I folded the note and put it into a small section of my backpack where I put all the notes she left for me throughout the year. Most of them are a whole page of our whole ass conversation in the classroom where we couldn't talk. She always has something to tell me. "Hey, Sam. Whassup!" Ricky comes next to me, slamming his backpack on the stool."Hey. Good. You didn't practise yesterday. Coach Martin was looking for you", I say, slipping my jersey over. "I went t
Chrisanna "57", I say, cupping my face with my elbows pressed against my knees as I watch Samuel kicking the ball into the goalpost for the 57th time. He is huffing when he continues to strike in the empty court. His dark, tousled hair stuck to his forehead, damped by the sweat that trickled down to his temple. His muscles flex and ripple beneath the strain with every move he makes. Although I could watch him for hours because of how hot he looks right now, I don't think he can keep doing this for hours. "72", I snap. "You realize you're striking in an empty court for like an hour now and it could know more before I arrived"He shrugs, jerking his head, and continues to do the same thing. "You should go home", he says, huffing.When Samuel huffs, he's clearly exhausted because I never witnessed him huffing during any match or practice before. "You think I came here to leave without you?" I scoff, looking around.It's completely dark. I found Samuel's window closed when I went th
Chrisanna I'm in the deepest shock of my life right now because Mama is giving me looks— which clearly screams that she doesn't believe me at all. "What do you mean by everyone?" I exclaim. "Me, Emily, Kane, Ethan, Flora, Colton, Irene, the watchman, the gardener, almost every single house helps from both of the houses and—" she pauses.My mouth must be hung open by now."Not paa, right?" "He too", Mama gives me a half-grin. "You all believe that?" my voice comes out as a screech. "I bet paa doesn't believe that. He asks me about any guy he sees me talking and the next moment he would just take out the guy's whole history""This is not a random guy, young lady", Mama says. "This is Samuel and your father is more than relieved by this"She gets back to cooking but the way she's acting now, I don't think I could clear her misunderstanding."Mama, you still don't believe me. Do you? I swear I and Samuel— we're not— not that way. We are just friends", I stress every single word I sa
Chrisanna I didn't notice Samuel a few yards away. When my eyes fell on him, I saw his shoulders rising and dropping with his palms covering his face as if he was dealing with something frustrating. My suspicions weren't wrong though. The whole group of Cal and Marshall was there. They keep trying to pick a fight with Samuel and they clearly know how to mess with his head by taking my name all the time. Only make him look worse. As Samuel and other boys jog around the field, I let out a deep sigh, staring at him. "Why don't you just tell Uncle Scott to throw them out?" Eric scoffs."We just have a year of school. And they are just some troubled kids. I don't wanna ruin their lives", I tell him. "And I don't want them to think that they won and made me feel unsafe enough to throw them out""Well, you don't care. But Samuel totally does. He turns completely into a beast in seconds. You know that", Eric says. I nod, still glueing my eyes on Samuel as he jogs past us, glancing at me
Adult Chrisanna's POV I can still rewind all those conversations I had with Mom, Eric, Samuel, or anyone. And it's crazy how I realize the depth of those words now. Even though I challenged Eric to prove him wrong, I only knew why I wanted to date other people.To move on from Samuel.To save myself from the disappointment.I was young. Too young to figure things out. But still, deep down, I had this thing that falling in love with Samuel would be the most challenging thing I would ever do, as if I could already sense the complications of our dynamics due to how different, isolated, and mysterious he was. As a teenage girl, I was still well aware of the problems I could see coming. But the strange thing is that as I grew up, I became more confident to take on the challenges of loving him. Ever since I found him back, with a vow to be his life partner, I never cared about the risks of heartbreak that I might have. I chose the risk. I chose him. ————— "I snuck into Fairy's phone l
Chrisanna "Give them hints. Watch if they go along with it and take a step"Ticked off.I'm staring at the bookmarked page on the laptop screen. It's been a while since I searched for articles which could help me to know if Samuel has the same things I have for him. I gave him enough hints for sure. What would you think about why a girl is holding your hand for no reason while walking down the streets? He definitely goes along with everything I do but he never takes a step.I groan, leaning back on the bed and breathing heavily. Am I even doing it right? I don't even know where we'll be after this year. We may not even get into the same college and Samuel has a bright future in soccer. He will more likely not even stay in Texas and I won't be able to leave the city because I can't stay miles away from my parents. "Oh, God!" I gasp, covering my face, realising I'm going in the complete opposite direction. I wasn't supposed to take my feelings further with Samuel.I am supposed to dat