Chrisanna I could manage to bring Eric to the school. He got a bit of courage after talking his heart out with me. It's indeed the best therapy to just talk. "Sometimes we just snap at a silly problem", Samuel says to Eric as we walk through the corridor. "I bet you were not even thinking about the college two weeks ago"Eric nods."Just relax. No one exactly knows what they are capable of. You'll get it", Samuel adds.We lied to him. I LIED to him. It sucks. But there's nothing we could do. We told him Eric is disturbed about his dropping grades and it suddenly overwhelmed him. "See you on lunch", Samuel passes me a small smile and squeezes my hand lightly before walking into his English class.I and Eric walk towards the geography class as he lets out a sigh."You okay?" I ask."I'm feeling bad that you had to lie to Samuel for me", he says."It's fine. It would be wrong if the secret was about me. I'm keeping your secret and it has nothing to do with my friendship with Samuel.
Chrisanna"Where did you get the address?" Eric whispers as we hide behind the bushes with our bicycles outside Volkov's house."I sneaked into paa's laptop", I say, keeping my eyes darted on the door. "You did? That must be protected!""Nah. All his passwords are easy to crack if he's your father. Lol! Put the nickname he gave to Mama! Cracked!""You're fucking smart", he exclaims. "But what are we even doing here?""Keeping an eye on that asshole", I tell him."Chrissie!" Eric lets out a deep sigh. "We can't just spy on him and hope for something good""Well, we can", I turn to him. "He's a horrible person and there's no way he's doing everything right in his life. If he can assault someone and blackmail them, he can have more secrets""And what are we supposed to do with them?" he groans."We're gonna do it in his own way", I chuckle and hear the door of the car opening. Looking through the bushes, I watch his car leave. "Darn. We need to follow him", I hurriedly get onto my bicy
SamuelI'm sorry for letting my insecurity question you. I'm sorry for being the overthinker to always fearing that you would find someone better than me.I'm sorry for being jealous of every person you look at the way you look at me. That's all I want to tell her. But I can't.On her balcony, she's sitting on the swing beside me, with her legs crossed and her head on my shoulder. "You okay?" she asks me, pressing her chin against my shoulder. "Yeah", I whisper."You haven't uttered a single word for an hour now", she tells me."Don't you like the way you enjoy the silence together?" I look at the sky, covered with millions of twinkling stars. "Sometimes silence feels good when conversations become vague and weird""Why do you feel like our conversation became vague?" her voice is filled with surprise.Because you're lying to me, firefly. And I don't know why God makes me see it. I wish I never got to know you were lying about certain things. I would love to stay in delusions as I
Chrisanna"WHERE'S MY DRESS?" my scream echoes around the entire villa. "Where's my damn dress, mama!""Ivanna isn't home, sweetie. Hear me out", Fifi says as I have already made a mess all over the room. I'm running out of time. When I came back from the salon, my dress wasn't there. I clearly remember that I left it on the bed. "Your dress accidentally got dirty", Fifi says, making me almost jump out as I surge towards her."What?""Yeah. Lesley came for mopping. She accidentally dropped the cleaning solution onto it. I sent it immediately to the laundry so it doesn't get ruined"No!Heck!No!I feel like dying already because I hunted the dress down after storming into four different malls. It was so perfect just how Samuel might have wanted it. All my excitement and happiness fade away. "Chrissie!" Fifi holds my shoulder. "Sweetie, don't get upset. You have plenty of dresses. You'll look like a princess anything you wear"I slump onto the bed, mumbling. "Samuel would love the g
SamuelChrisanna is fast asleep when I come to the balcony to suck in the fresh air. She asked me what she did wrong. And I told her she didn't do anything wrong. It's me. I'm the problem and it was altogether my fault. Teenagers are stupid.Teenagers with messed up childhood are the problem.That day, I left, not because I thought she was betraying me, not because Dad's words had pushed me to think worse about her. I left because I was scared of how my subconscious started to question her. I was scared to hurt her for the person I was slowly turning into. An insecure one. She didn't deserve that person. The problematic one. All these years, I was blaming her because it seemed to be easy to live with it. But deep down, I knew I blamed myself all the way and never thought I was worthy of her. Every day. Every night. I thought about her.She was never out of my head. Never once. I would hear her voice in the background when I would talk to Uncle Scott. I would see his pictures on h
Chrisanna"Her name's Charlotte", Eric says, showing me the picture on his phone. "She's—""Hot, right?" he grins as I throw him a you-are-impossible look. "Kidding. She's lovely, beautiful, smart, and sweet. And British! Lord""I knew you always had a thing for British men. Now, it's British women too?" I say, swiping to the next picture where she's sitting on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.They look happy. "I got to know that after I met Charlotte", he leans back to the headboard as we are seated on my bed. He had a smile on his face the whole time when he was talking about her. It was really rare."How long have you been dating her?""A month almost", he says. My eyes enlarge. "Holy moly, himbo. A month? A whole month? This is the fucking longest relationship you have ever been""I didn't realize that though", he rolls his eyes. Eric has always been facing all the dating issues. Especially with women. They basically didn't like the fact that he is bi. And with men
SamuelMy forehead stays pressed against the wall as the freezing water descends on my body. I don't exactly remember how long I have been inside but I never felt this worse before. I'm angry.I'm ashamed.I feel guilty. Even though all this time, I knew Chrisanna never did anything wrong, I still blame myself for that only moment when I had such the worst thoughts about her and Eric. The last ten days I spent in insecurity before the prom and on the prom night. I can't believe I doubted their relationship even for a second. I hated myself already. Now, I hate myself more. Even today, when I walked inside and saw her being so happy around Eric, my nerves wrenched again, although I have no grudge against Eric either. I never had. I never had this anger on him that I used to have on any other guy who would be close to her. It just made me feel bad about myself that Chrisanna could never breathe in relief around me. Even now. I can sense how careful she is to talk to me. She choo
ChrisannaHis grey orbs tremble with my words, unsure if he heard me right, and I'm wondering if I heard myself right. "Please!" my whisper melts into my mouth as he takes my brims into a passionate kiss again, this time hungrily nibbling them. I slip my hand underneath his shirt through the slit of the first opened button. His hand moves to the back of my head as he clicks the bun open, letting my hair wave down and fisting them to pull me closer. His right arm wrapped around my waist, pressing me against his hard torso, and his left hand fisting my hair to press my mouth against his. I don't move but it already feels like I'll not be able to move any of the parts of my body as he holds me like he doesn't wanna let me go ever again. I can barely breathe. My chest can barely rise due to being pressed against him. And his mouth captures my lips, my nostrils getting blocked by his nose bridge pressed against it. He's definitely gonna kill me breathless today. But a part of me does