Noah and Jenna left the spot where they had seen Nick, continued with their conversation as they walked. Noah was glued to her phone, as usual, trying to stay updated with her boyfriend and best friend back home, ever since moving in with the wills, her phone had become her lifeline, especially for keeping in touch with her boyfriend. "Fuck" Noah suddenly exclaimed, startling Jenna "what is it?" Jenna asked genuinely concerned. "I can't see my boyfriend's and my best friend's stories", Noah replied, her frustration evident. "So you need a new boyfriend and a new best friend", Jenna said with a playful smile. "Hi, I'm Jenna. Nice to meet you." She extended her hand for a friendly shake. Noah, distracted took Jenna's hand and smiled back. "Nice to meet you too". Despite Jenna's introduction, Noah was still occupied with her phone, trying to figure out why she couldn't see their stories. "I must've pressed something," She muttered clearly worried. "Look at me," Jenna said
Noah tossed and turned in her bed, caught in the throes of a nightmare. Her body shifted restlessly, unable to find comfort as her mind replayed a haunting scene from her childhood. In her dream, she was a little girl again, awakened by the soft but urgent voice of her mother. "Noah, Noah, sweetheart, wake up," her mother, Angela, whispered with a tremor of fear. Angela's face was bruised, and her eyes were wide with panic. She spoke quietly, careful not to alert the man pounding on the door. "Rafaella!" the man shouted, his voice thunderous as he slammed his fists against the locked door. "Open this fucking door!" Angela ignored the furious commands, focusing entirely on her daughter. "Come, honey, come on. Get in here," she urged, lifting little Noah from her bed and hiding her in the closet. The confusion and fear in Noah's eyes mirrored Angela's own terror. "What's going on, Mommy?" Noah asked, her voice trembling. "Don't come out, okay?" Angela said, shutting the closet door
The night was filled with excitement, the hum of anticipation blending with the thumping bass of the music that filled the air. The dark sky was punctuated by the gleaming headlights of cars, the scene lit by neon signs and floodlights. The car race was the event of the night, drawing in crowds of all kinds—teenagers looking for a thrill, adults eager for a distraction, and everyone in between. Among the clamour, a red sports car roared into view, its engine's purr commanding attention. As it approached, the crowd erupted in cheers, chanting, "Nick! Nick! Nick!" The car, driven by Nick one of the event’s top competitors, Nick, glided to a stop at the starting line. Nick, a figure of cool confidence, shared a tense, competitive glance with his rival, Darko,(Ronny's man), who was equally determined to win. Nick's fling, Anna, made her way through the throng, her beauty illuminated by the artificial lights. She leaned in through Nick's window for a kiss, her words a whisper of encour
Nick wasn't in the space to banter words with her, he glanced through her phone to see what might have made her, want to get Dan jealous by sending him a picture of her kissing another. Noah extended her hand to stop him from checking her phone, Nick pulled out her hand. Nick glanced through the picture he had seen on her phone, he felt so sorry for her, he couldn't say a word to her. It's painful if a partner should have an affair with someone but in this case it was with her best friend, he looked at Noah and saw how disappointed she was. "if I get you your pictures" Nick finally said his voice quite almost vulnerable "will you go home already?" Noah titled her head slightly, her expression softening as she gazed at him."maybe" she replied softly, her voice whisper in the cool night air. "Maybe?" Nick repeated inching close to her, he parted her thighs with his hands, feeling the warmth of her skin. She was sitted on the hood of his car, with her legs pulled tightly. He didn'
Noah could hardly hold herself back, with her fist connecting with the steering wheel, saying out loud under her breath, "Yes! Yes!" She had done it-crossed the finish line. The wind was in her hair; adrenaline was running through her veins. She slammed on the brakes, sending the car into a sudden stop. The screech echoed in the night air. Before she could utter a breath, Jenna came barreling down toward her, arms wide open, her face shining with pride. "You did it!" Jenna squealed, hauling Noah into a tight squeeze. Noise erupted around them as voices cheered in celebration of her victory. It felt unreal, like some dream from which she'd never awake. In a second, it was ruined when Nick burst through the crowd, red-faced, furious. He wedged himself between Noah and Jenna, his fists clenched into his sides. "Have you lost your mind?" His voice was loud, sharp, like a knife that cut through the celebratory atmosphere. Noah was still panting from the race, furrowing a brow in ques
In Noah's room, the morning sun filtered in, casting an interminable, soft shadow in a line over the dark wood floors. Mrs. Angela Leister-dressed in her pale pink silk robe, her hair a morning mess-across the room moved briskly and pulled open the heavy drapes. This was the golden beams of the early morning sun that spilled into the room like an unwanted visitor. Noah groaned, burrowing further into her pillows. She felt the sharp intrusion of light upon her eyelids and pulled her blanket up in a futile attempt to keep it out. "Come on, get up! You have slept long enough," Mrs. Leister declared, clapping her hands loudly, her voice ringing with authority. "Ugh, I don't feel well," Noah grumbled under the pillow. Actually, she didn't only feel tired; she was emotionally drained. The last few days were dramas, pressures, and unsavory encounters just one after another that all drew her dry. Angela sat on the edge of the bed, "I know you don't feel well, but today's Will's company ga
Noah sat by the window, watching the familiar scenery blur into a collage of memories. Tears welled in her eyes as the reality of leaving her hometown sunk in. She clenched her fists, trying to hold onto the comfort of familiarity slipping away. Her mother, Angela, entered the room, her expression a mix of sympathy and apprehension. "Noah, sweetheart, it's time to go." Noah turned to her, her voice strained with emotion. "Mom, I can't leave. This is my home. My friends, my life, everything is here." Angela approached, placing a hand on Noah's shoulder. "I know it's hard, but we're doing what's best for our family. Your stepfather and I have agreed to live together after our civil wedding, and it requires us to move, and we need to do so to start living as a family." Noah brushed away a tear, frustration bubbling inside her. "But what about me? What about my life?" Angela sighed, her own eyes reflecting Noah's pain. "You'll make new friends, sweetheart. And your boyfriend...
Angela sighed as she closed the door to the bedroom she now shared with her husband, Mr. Wills. It had been a long day of unpacking, settling in, and dealing with the stress that comes with moving. She looked around the room, still partially filled with unopened boxes and scattered items waiting to find their place. The familiar scent of Mr. Wills' cologne mingled with the crisp, newness of their home, creating a comforting atmosphere. She found him sitting on the edge of the bed, leafing through a book. His reading glasses perched low on his nose, and a warm smile spread across his face as she approached. "Hey there," he said, setting the book aside and reaching out to her. "How's Noah settling in? Taking the whole moving situation alright?" Angela sat beside him, leaning into his embrace. "She's not entirely comfortable yet," she admitted, "but I think she'll come around soon. It's a lot to take in, especially with everything happening so fast." Mr. Wills nodded understand