I decided to spend the afternoon in the solitude of my room rather than endure my sister's "friends" in the living room. Their hypocritical smiles made me want to vomit, and the gleam in their eyes when my sister suggested inviting them somewhere was pathetic. Just because we had money didn't mean we were idiots... well, my sister could be a bit; she allowed herself to be manipulated and tangled up with the bitches she called friends, always ending up in some kind of mess. Not to mention her "boyfriend" had made advances on me several times. Didn't he have enough maturity at twenty-one years old to not harass his girlfriend's seventeen-year-old sister? I didn't know, but it always led to arguments with Samay. "Andra," my sister's soft voice seeped through the door, and I didn't move from the bed as I heard her continue speaking, "my friends and some guys from college are here to work.""Yeah, sure," I muttered.She was foolish if she thought they were actually going to do any work; i
"No, thanks, just... just looking for something that's not showing up," I ended up muttering. "Do you need anything?"My craving for tobacco was making me nervous. Just one, a damn cigarette between my lips, and I'd be happy. I didn't consider myself a heavy smoker, but I did smoke occasionally, especially at parties; I was more of a social smoker."A beer."Since I wasn't going to find my tobacco, I approached the fridge and grabbed the first bottle of beer I saw. The fridge was full of food, but I rarely ate at home; I usually preferred going to Jerry's with my friends and enjoying a fun meal.I turned to the guy and pressed my lips into a smirk as I looked at him. If I wanted to get more than just four words out of him, I needed to know his name."What's your name?"He ran his hand through his hair, looking at me with a tense jaw and expressionless eyes. Maybe if I hadn't been born impulsive, I would be scared, but instead, I found it amusing that he was going to play the cold and
The neighborhood streets were nearly deserted except for the occasional kid on a bike, and it wasn't surprising given the California heat; the beaches must be packed in the middle of June."Hey you," Nora tugged at my shirt and sidled up next to me, looking ahead. "If that hunk wants a wild night, let's make sure it's the best one he's ever had."Oh yeah, it had to be the best if I wanted Jax Jones in my bed and making me enjoy. He could be everything the rumors said, and that phrase he liked so much about women only being good for screwing; I applied it to him in every sense. He could put more effort than anyone else into proving he was good at his crap, but the attitude he showed me swept away all his efforts, leaving him with... just a good physique and a dick he used on everyone.I glanced sideways at Nora. I was pretty sure she would choose Trent as soon as she saw him at my house; Nora had never lost her mind as much as when she did when she saw that Jax's friend was in the same
I climbed the stairs two at a time, eager to reach my room to tell Nora that her sweetheart was coming, and of course, Jax too. The wide hallway on the second floor was completely silent, except for some footsteps echoing on the parquet floor as a girl emerged from the bathroom. She looked at me, and I almost challenged her to say something to me, I wouldn't hesitate to scare her a little if she annoyed me."I don't expect you to love me, Andra, but I really like your sister," she said, using the same tone of voice Samay used when she got nervous.I shrugged and walked past her to the last door in the wide hallway. Right in front of the guest room was mine; it was the only door different from any other in the house. I had made sure to make myself noticed in that house, claiming my room as uniquely mine. I didn't even let the housekeepers enter to clean it. It was my corner of solitude and the place where I could drown peacefully in my own thoughts. That or the attic where I had set up
I could feel the lights from the few lampposts nearby, illuminating my face. I had tossed my sneakers somewhere in the soft, cool sand of the beach. The music was echoing in my ears; I had to admit that the speaker Bryce had bought just a week ago from a second-hand market was quite powerful. "Come here!" Paola's brown curls were swaying back and forth as Cameron spun her around. I had lost Nora minutes ago, but her claim that she was "mixing drinks" gave me the feeling that it was inaccurate; she couldn't tell me that and then go in the opposite direction towards the portable coolers filled with alcohol. "You're pretty lonely, aren't you?" I gripped my vodka glass tightly and turned, digging my bare toes into the sand. Jordan had never made me nervous, and that day it wasn't his blue eyes or his bare torso that made me tremble as if I had touched a fork to a socket; it was the fact that next to him stood the well-built body of Jax Jones, with nothing covering his torso or the two
I was going over the children's drawings that I had painted throughout the course on my desk with my black marker. I had no interest whatsoever in what Miss Wood might have to tell us about numbers or equations. Nora, beside me, kept jotting things down in her notebook; of course, she liked math, but I had been failing at it for years, and I doubted this year would be any different."Do you want to at least pretend you're doing something productive, girl?" Nora glanced at my empty desk when the teacher paused to address a question. "Damn, you haven't even taken out your pencil case, lazy ass.""This teacher has it out for me. I hate this school, and even more so this subject."I really hated it, and I had reasons: 1) the uniform was ugly, hideous, dreadful, and painful to look at; 2) the colors green and mustard yellow were the most accurate combination to represent how crappy the school itself was; 3) the football team was a bunch of jocks who kept studying because of their parents'
The car fell silent for a few seconds, there was no background music, and I tried to exhale the smoke as quietly as possible so as not to break the silence —even though you could hear the cars passing by us—. Santa Monica Boulevard was a busy place, it passed through the entire state route of California, and I still didn't know where he planned to take me through that place."You've heard shit about me —damn right I have; I've heard it all, even that I'm a killer!— why the hell do you keep being such an asshole wanting to deny that?"I shook my head. He didn't understand. Shit was also said about me, even in my posh school they made up stuff about me; that I was a slut, that I went to illegal places, that I did drugs... many of those rumors had reached my parents, and because of that, they distrusted me so much, because of those damn rumors I didn't have a peaceful life. And yet, I didn't hide my good side, Nora brought it out, because she loved me and supported me. Maybe Jax Jones ju
The Beta house was known for being the second-best, the house full of guys who hadn't been able to get into the Alpha house. Gradually, it had ceased to be a house of second-best to become a fraternity of parties and alcohol—it was the best at throwing parties. It was completely packed, with people at the entrance of the house already swaying, many of them dressed in yellow and blue—the colors of UCLA—with painted faces, or shirtless guys with a bear face drawn on their bellies. Mason Lee had the letter L written all over his torso in yellow, and he had painted around it in blue; he seemed pretty drunk already because when I passed by him and his slightly slanted eyes locked onto me before he wrapped his chubby arm around me, he smelled strongly of vodka and marijuana."Hey, my favorite babe!" he shouted.I pushed—or tried to—his overweight body, but I couldn't break free from his octopus-like hug. It had taken me a bit longer to get out of the car, and Nora and Abby had already enter
!ChatGPTOn Sunday morning, I didn't get out of bed for a moment. I called Nora a couple of times —without success—, and since I didn't talk to my best friend and no one answered me, I stayed sprawled in bed. I imagined the harsh words my parents would say to me if they saw me coming down after seeing me get out of Jax's car wearing the dress my father hated. If I had seen Samay... if I had seen her, because she had gone to sleep at her stupid boyfriend's house, and they had arrived around eleven in the morning.My phone rang at exactly twelve o'clock with an unknown number, and I answered it hearing my sister's and Adam's voices in the background."Where's your sister Andra?" Adam asked. Idiot, she doesn't have any more sisters. "We need to say good morning to her.""You know she doesn't like being bothered..."No, it wasn't that I minded being spoken to, it was that he and Samay's friends were horribly unbearable. I hated them. I got out of bed dragging my feet on the hardwood floo
I had him so close that I felt my sanity slipping through my fingers; I was losing track and sensibility. I wanted to jump on him —although I was already almost on top of him— and devour him, and not just with kisses. His cologne was stronger and more intoxicating now; before, it was mixed with alcohol and smoke, but now —despite the smell of marijuana— I was so close to him that I hoped my hair would carry his scent."Are you going to slash my motorcycle?" His fingers tingled against my hand on the other side of his hip, and he pulled me damn close to him —"Have the guts to touch my bike...""And so what, Jax?" I raised my head, and rested one of my hands on his hard chest. I had thought about sitting on his lap, but it wouldn't work; my thong would be visible, and I didn't want that —"If you don't have threats for women, shut up" —I smiled with tight lips and lightly slapped his somewhat rough cheek —"But seriously, Jax, why are you doing this? You're young, how old are you to be al
The Beta house was known for being the second-best, the house full of guys who hadn't been able to get into the Alpha house. Gradually, it had ceased to be a house of second-best to become a fraternity of parties and alcohol—it was the best at throwing parties. It was completely packed, with people at the entrance of the house already swaying, many of them dressed in yellow and blue—the colors of UCLA—with painted faces, or shirtless guys with a bear face drawn on their bellies. Mason Lee had the letter L written all over his torso in yellow, and he had painted around it in blue; he seemed pretty drunk already because when I passed by him and his slightly slanted eyes locked onto me before he wrapped his chubby arm around me, he smelled strongly of vodka and marijuana."Hey, my favorite babe!" he shouted.I pushed—or tried to—his overweight body, but I couldn't break free from his octopus-like hug. It had taken me a bit longer to get out of the car, and Nora and Abby had already enter
The car fell silent for a few seconds, there was no background music, and I tried to exhale the smoke as quietly as possible so as not to break the silence —even though you could hear the cars passing by us—. Santa Monica Boulevard was a busy place, it passed through the entire state route of California, and I still didn't know where he planned to take me through that place."You've heard shit about me —damn right I have; I've heard it all, even that I'm a killer!— why the hell do you keep being such an asshole wanting to deny that?"I shook my head. He didn't understand. Shit was also said about me, even in my posh school they made up stuff about me; that I was a slut, that I went to illegal places, that I did drugs... many of those rumors had reached my parents, and because of that, they distrusted me so much, because of those damn rumors I didn't have a peaceful life. And yet, I didn't hide my good side, Nora brought it out, because she loved me and supported me. Maybe Jax Jones ju
I was going over the children's drawings that I had painted throughout the course on my desk with my black marker. I had no interest whatsoever in what Miss Wood might have to tell us about numbers or equations. Nora, beside me, kept jotting things down in her notebook; of course, she liked math, but I had been failing at it for years, and I doubted this year would be any different."Do you want to at least pretend you're doing something productive, girl?" Nora glanced at my empty desk when the teacher paused to address a question. "Damn, you haven't even taken out your pencil case, lazy ass.""This teacher has it out for me. I hate this school, and even more so this subject."I really hated it, and I had reasons: 1) the uniform was ugly, hideous, dreadful, and painful to look at; 2) the colors green and mustard yellow were the most accurate combination to represent how crappy the school itself was; 3) the football team was a bunch of jocks who kept studying because of their parents'
I could feel the lights from the few lampposts nearby, illuminating my face. I had tossed my sneakers somewhere in the soft, cool sand of the beach. The music was echoing in my ears; I had to admit that the speaker Bryce had bought just a week ago from a second-hand market was quite powerful. "Come here!" Paola's brown curls were swaying back and forth as Cameron spun her around. I had lost Nora minutes ago, but her claim that she was "mixing drinks" gave me the feeling that it was inaccurate; she couldn't tell me that and then go in the opposite direction towards the portable coolers filled with alcohol. "You're pretty lonely, aren't you?" I gripped my vodka glass tightly and turned, digging my bare toes into the sand. Jordan had never made me nervous, and that day it wasn't his blue eyes or his bare torso that made me tremble as if I had touched a fork to a socket; it was the fact that next to him stood the well-built body of Jax Jones, with nothing covering his torso or the two
I climbed the stairs two at a time, eager to reach my room to tell Nora that her sweetheart was coming, and of course, Jax too. The wide hallway on the second floor was completely silent, except for some footsteps echoing on the parquet floor as a girl emerged from the bathroom. She looked at me, and I almost challenged her to say something to me, I wouldn't hesitate to scare her a little if she annoyed me."I don't expect you to love me, Andra, but I really like your sister," she said, using the same tone of voice Samay used when she got nervous.I shrugged and walked past her to the last door in the wide hallway. Right in front of the guest room was mine; it was the only door different from any other in the house. I had made sure to make myself noticed in that house, claiming my room as uniquely mine. I didn't even let the housekeepers enter to clean it. It was my corner of solitude and the place where I could drown peacefully in my own thoughts. That or the attic where I had set up
The neighborhood streets were nearly deserted except for the occasional kid on a bike, and it wasn't surprising given the California heat; the beaches must be packed in the middle of June."Hey you," Nora tugged at my shirt and sidled up next to me, looking ahead. "If that hunk wants a wild night, let's make sure it's the best one he's ever had."Oh yeah, it had to be the best if I wanted Jax Jones in my bed and making me enjoy. He could be everything the rumors said, and that phrase he liked so much about women only being good for screwing; I applied it to him in every sense. He could put more effort than anyone else into proving he was good at his crap, but the attitude he showed me swept away all his efforts, leaving him with... just a good physique and a dick he used on everyone.I glanced sideways at Nora. I was pretty sure she would choose Trent as soon as she saw him at my house; Nora had never lost her mind as much as when she did when she saw that Jax's friend was in the same
"No, thanks, just... just looking for something that's not showing up," I ended up muttering. "Do you need anything?"My craving for tobacco was making me nervous. Just one, a damn cigarette between my lips, and I'd be happy. I didn't consider myself a heavy smoker, but I did smoke occasionally, especially at parties; I was more of a social smoker."A beer."Since I wasn't going to find my tobacco, I approached the fridge and grabbed the first bottle of beer I saw. The fridge was full of food, but I rarely ate at home; I usually preferred going to Jerry's with my friends and enjoying a fun meal.I turned to the guy and pressed my lips into a smirk as I looked at him. If I wanted to get more than just four words out of him, I needed to know his name."What's your name?"He ran his hand through his hair, looking at me with a tense jaw and expressionless eyes. Maybe if I hadn't been born impulsive, I would be scared, but instead, I found it amusing that he was going to play the cold and