GREG: It kept coming in bits. Flashes of the kidnap and the stranger refused to cease since my date with Nicholas. The memories were rebound, and I couldn’t surpass a day without embracing solemnity. As messy as it was, I developed an unusual gust. I had always felt differently about the incident; the rape label had never been the tag until recently. Hurtful feelings about that day arose to settle in me. I couldn’t explain it, but my heart tends to break now. Perhaps I should have pushed the incident to the cops, as was suggested by James. Yet, when I think of it, I feel my decision to absorb the pain of pleasure was right. Aiish! I feel insane. Waking up and being engulfed by the chapters of my dark adventure should be a sign to skip school. Except I must go. To return to my fancy date with Nicholas is an advanced reason to be at D’Caprias. Amid the undealt memories of my dark tale, I had lived my previous week happily. Dates with Nicholas aren’t such a couple dress up and din
GREG: Nicholas’ question put me off. I couldn’t make a meaning out of it and why he would want me to do something that looks right to be done by him. I haven’t explored my sexual take-ins and outs. I do not know if I want to top Nicholas, if I can go over him, I do not know any of these. “Greg…?” He stood at his full height, and I couldn’t believe such a giant wanted me in him. Nicholas must be crazy. “I would prefer the other way.” I have experienced the other position. Although unprepared and painful, it wasn’t bad. I liked it. I know I did. Even after declaring I would keep a top position due to the pain, I attest to preferring the bottom position for the pleasure of being fucked. “How do you know which to prefer? Have you taken both positions before?” “Yes…No,” I stammered. “I mean, no. I haven’t dug into anyone. I do not know how that goes.” “Do you not want to do me?” Nicholas turned gentle and submissive, a personality I hadn’t seen in him before, one that looked like
NICHOLAS: The buzzing persisted. I barely hold to my sleep. The sounds from my cell phone kept increasing and disturbing, and I reached it in frowns to pour my annoyance on the caller. “What?” I snugged in anger without looking to see who the caller may be. “D’caprias is on fire, and you are in bed, Mr. Albert!” “What the hell?” “Check the school platform.” Wendy’s voice came better than Park’s. It is only 6:52 in the morning. How on earth are these two together? They should be. Park has become the discarded sheep since Wendy and I got ourselves some happiness. Oh! I wish him a partner. I hope he finds a heartthrob to spare us the naggings and headaches. Yesterday, Park fought viciously, insisting we spend some time together, and we ended our day in his club, with him, doing the karaoke. Wendy and I sat attentively to his demands, clapping and moving heads to his croaked voice. We gave him a moment. We compensated him for being occupied lately with our boyfriends by giving him
POV LAROZO: It is alright if you dislike me. I don’t give an ear about your impression of me either. Hate or love me; the worries rest upon yourself. Except for him, I do not care if anyone likes or dislikes me. He has threatened to cease his availability, and it hasn’t been smooth living with his words. I do not want Lucky away from me. I would go insane if he hated me; I would jump off a cliff. Coming to break my heart with his anger kept me crying all day. I am a croaked shadow of myself, yet I couldn’t wave Lucky’s threats. “I have always known you to be selfish, only I did not know you were this terrible,” he bellowed. Lucky has failed to see I cannot live without his love. He refused to understand I did it because I wanted him all to myself. I was jealous. I thought I was losing him to Greg Bolt. I do not want to lose Lucky. He doesn’t want to see he is the only thing keeping me eager to live on. “You are hurting me.” I pleaded with all eagerness for him to stop raining
LAROZO: How can I hate him? How can I not want him coming back to me? I didn’t believe Lucky would stay away due to my frivolous words. I regret it, except he isn’t here to hear me force it out of my guts. My outburst caused me damage. Lucky deserted. He became too busy to reply to my messages, and with each call I made, I got channeled to his manager. His frequent replies kept me in check, ere he deemed himself unreachable and made my life boring. Seeking just anything to make my life fun and engaging, I took to sexual satisfaction. The fun of having sex with D’caprias boys, Nicholas to mention, was a blast. At first, I found Nicholas challenging and intriguing. There is something about him that is unexplainable and makes anyone want to know him more. Not because he is handsome, savoring, and quite a figure; he is self-bearing and strangely lovable. Nicholas may be tough-looking, but I have caught him smiling at different times. He never passes the school drama queens without
LAROZO: I didn’t understand the concept of being sent away for Greg Bolt and hence took a fight to his diminishing self. The pretty boy didn’t flinch at my flames. He lashed his reserve and left me with a broken nose. His retaliation got me subjected. His audaciousness verily had Lucky captivated. And the clarity of it drove me to insanity. I am not so fearful myself. I am way better to say. A scholarship boy has nothing comparable to me, or so I thought. Only bringing a fight upon him resulted in an angry Lucky steaming my bedroom. “What is wrong with you?” He questioned the second I pushed the door open. “Not now.” “You shouldn’t have hurt him, Larozo!” He had managed to hear about the fight and was seated, waiting for my return. “I had a bad day. The last thing I want is you adding to it.” I stripped on his watch and changed into a more comfortable outfit than the choking D’caprias uniform. I saw Lucky flickered. I saw his lashes fluttered and cheeks bloated. I confirm I w
GREG: Faith in Lucky is consuming. I believe in his purity and empathy. He wouldn’t hurt me. A trustworthy prince like Lucky Rogers is incapable of causing harm to anyone. “Lucky can’t do that.” James sounded firm as well. He called when he caught my pictures flying the internet. After being fed with the story, he maintained that Lucky did nothing of such and no one should confront him about it, or he would have the house ablaze on his return. Dad didn’t take it lightly. He kept calling who-knows-all, requesting all my pictures eradicated from the internet. He made to send me to the States if I hadn’t refused to run away. I did nothing wrong. It is an exposure and a new life to adapt to; I won’t hide from it. I won’t abandon Nick and everyone I have come to connect with, Nicholas’ friends and my angry best friend. I will learn to deal with them all. “I will stay,” I maintained on the last call from Dad. “I won’t move.” “Your ticket is extended. Tell me when you change your mind
GREG:Rose’s birthday was terrific. It went beyond envisaged. Dignitaries all over the country came hopping and circulating the glamour.To some, it was a birthday party. To many, it was networking, and to all, it was connecting with Greg Waldeen.The media got the chance to loiter all they have always wanted, except I went on as James advised, leaving them no facial photograph of me.Being under cameras and captures has always been the ache. Needing clues on how I would handle all of it, I had to call James for suggestions.“Wear your mask, Greg. If you are not ready for direct exposure, don’t push it. Try not to please anyone and be at your comfort.”I didn’t bother to please anyone. I had my bronze mask glued to my face to the frustration of the media, who had believed to have my face in their grasp.Challenges from the media were the least of my encounters. I had faces coming over to introduce themselves. They kept seeking contact and friendship, which I found disturbing and intoxi
Nicholas spent the entire night pleasing Greg and trying not to say anything that had Rahul in it. Greg refused to stop talking about it anyway. He complained about how Nicholas couldn’t stop looking at and admiring Rahul. “You should have hugged and kissed him since you missed him so much,” he nagged. “Babe, I can’t kiss and hug your brother’s boyfriend.” “What if he wasn’t my brother’s boyfriend?” “Then he wouldn’t have appeared to make my fiance so jealous.” “I am not jealous. I am angry!” “Why?” Greg rolled his eyes and thought of the reason he was angry, and when he couldn’t confirm any, he shook funnily, went into the bathroom, and banged the door. "My love..." Nicholas knocked at the door. "Let me join you, okay?" "Go away, and prepare the couch! You will sleep there tonight!" "Sweedy..." "Two nights!" Nicholas couldn’t raise the topic of their tomorrow's supposed wedding. Instead, he waited for weeks until Greg came to terms that Rahul would only be his
GREG: “Attention, ladies and gentlemen,” Nicholas’ voice erupted through the speakers and everyone unleashed their attention to him. “Thank you." “What is he doing?” I asked Frederick. “I hope it is not what I am thinking.” “My name is Nicholas,” he echoed. “Ehh, I am not a public talker; stage fright is real, so please, reduce the attentiveness.” Everyone laughed at his silly humor. “It is happening,” Frederick blurted out. “Yeah, and it is going to be fun.” “Greg…" “Just listen.” Damn it! Frederick is disturbing. “First, I want to thank Mrs. Crown, Mrs. Freyet, Mr. Sam. Ms. Cecilia, Janie, and everyone for coming out today to celebrate the graduates. And congratulations to you all in that deserving gown; you did it!” The graduates cheered and clapped, including me. “Are you seriously clapping?” Frederick asked. “I am a graduate, Freddie.” I twisted to face him. “Okay, what is it?” “We should stop him.” “Why? he is doing fine.” “Wendy said something
GREG: Time flies. A two-week stay-in vacation came and ended in a day. I rolled on every day wishing it would last a lifetime, yet, it didn’t. Each day with Nicholas is an unforgettable experience, and it hurts to see it over. It is alright, I will ask him to marry me. I am graduating soon and will propose then; waiting a few more days to own him forever won’t hurt too much. Nicholas is everything but the one to ask me to marry him. I have insisted on not moving in with him until we are married in the guise of knotting and pushing up his actions, but nothing has happened. He thinks it doesn’t matter. I spend nearly every day with him; what difference does it make? But I want it official. I am dying to upgrade from the boyfriend title, and it is clear the manifestation is my call. I make huge proposals in our relationship anyway; I asked him to be my boyfriend, and since he is waiting I ask him to marry me as well; I will. And I will do it before everyone. Meanwhile, I need t
(FOUR YEARS LATER) NICHOLAS: “You ditched me.” Greg cried. “Is that even possible?” I missed his calls in an early queue for coffee. Getting back to the car, and seeing the notification, I decided to call him after dealing with the morning rush, but here I am, facing a trial of loving him less. “How do you explain missing my calls and still breathing fine?” “I didn’t survive. You are talking to my ghost.” “No jokes.” “Sweedy…” “You do care only about your clinic.” “Tell me to close down this fuvking clinic and I will. Just a word and it is over.” He chuckled at the other end of the phone. “No more fuvking word, Babe.” “I am fuvking trying.” “Fuvking try harder.” I laugh out loud, having a few nurses turn to me in admiration. I am a dentist, a successful one, in my magnificent clinic. I owe this achievement to the Waldeens and Lansey, who have in the past years, become a bosom friend. Despite returning to his country, we kept the communication nourished. My clinic didn’
GREG: Preparation for Granny's late husband’s memorial went on. Since I didn't intend to embark on the trip, Mr. Ben would drive her to the countryside and return to the city. “He should stay all through, Dad.” I pleaded. I couldn’t have her alone in her home. With Nicholas in the city, attending his therapy, and Elena living with the doctors, Granny will have her enormous yard lonely and deserted. “Ben will be needed.” The last trip kept Mr. Ben in the countryside, and whereby I decided to use this holiday for a personal plot, Dad saw no reason Mr. Ben should stay back. “It is a remote area, Dad. Please, she shouldn’t be alone.” “Jerome would be helpful.” “But…” “Assign more help to her.” “Thank you.” I let it be. I comprehend Dad’s choices. Mr. Ben remains his most trusted and cherished driver; sharing him was for me. Dad also knows Mr. Ben has been more than a driver, and for such development, he’d prefer he patrol within my reach rather than away. Jerome dro
NICHOLAS: My joy was evident. It had me doing extraordinary things. I wrote beyond the class lessons and every read textbook and marked my final paper as the best. Last night created that effect; having accessed Greg’s hole more than I hoped for was a grand experience — He was nothing like my past encounters. In addition to the news about Elena, my spirit elevated and circulated the air. Wendy and Park caught up on it and offered to join my visit to her. Greg climbed behind me, with Park and Frederick riding in Wendy’s car, we went to the hospital at the end of the examination. Everyone abandoned the students’ celebration to partake in my life. They chose to participate only in tomorrow’s graduation ceremony for the call to see Elena. We arrived at the hospital, eyes on us. Neatly uniformed D’caprias representatives alongside Greg Waldeen, is a topic and rouse. We got into the exclusive elevator together, against everyone’s curiosity, and ascended to the twelfth floor of the hospi
GREG: “Right now?!” “Hmmm." “We can stay here.” “Do you not want me in your room?” How do I explain his photos on my wall and every corner of my room? “I…” “We can stay here,” he said sadly. “Can I use the bathroom? Your father made me sweaty.” He tried to joke and appear cool, but I saw his disappointment. “I have a towel in my room. Would you like to use it?” “Yes, please.” That is it! Nothing beyond existence can happen. Finding out my obsession will only give me a moment of embarrassment. I turned to Nicholas and tried to warn him again. “Come on, Greg, open the door already.” “You must promise not to laugh or make a mock of me.” “What do you have in there? Nude postcards?” I opened the door to him and as Nicholas saw himself all over my life, he stood speechless. I knew it! He would see me as creepy and obsessive. He walked into the room, looking at the pictures with wide eyes and a mix of admiration. “Say something.” He ogled at me and went
NICHOLAS: My face bleached at the curt reflection of sunlight, and I put out an arm for a shade, yawned, and rose from the pillow. “Arise and Shrink!” Park came loud and disturbing. He lifted the curtains to my face. I didn’t see but could hear in his voice all he had done. “Damn it…” I groaned and held my head from collapsing as I tried to open my eyes but felt them heavy. “Do you need some water?” Park isn’t asking out of care. He is threatening. He is ready to assist my waking with a bowl of water, and if I do not kick out this dizziness, I will have myself drenched and dripping. “Are you alright?” Wendy resonated deeper and consoling yet I was unimpressed. His voice lifted my drowsiness; I opened my eyes to him, leaning against the wall with arms and legs crossed, doubling my incertitude. “What is happening?” I stretched for better sight. “What is this ambush all about?” “Do you feel better?” “Why? Is something wrong with me?” I remember nothing except getti
GREG: Nothing is more satisfying than having Nicholas with me. He has proven his repentance, and if I were to choose, I see no reason for any discussion. All I want is to get back with him. Bringing him to school is secondary; I am not ashamed to voice it. “Where are we going?” I asked as we left the elevator to the building's car park. I know where we should go. We should be in his apartment, making up for the days apart rather than doing a bulky head of talk. “Anywhere.” He said. “Are you sure I can choose?” We indeed needed to talk. But that doesn’t mean we can’t after what I had in mind. If only he agrees I decide, I will lead us to a perfect location. “Greg, please.” Too bad, Nicholas is having it grim and strict. “Okay, serious head, we can drive to D’caprias if all you want to be is focused and determined.” “Shit!” He exclaimed and turned to me in horror. “Stop the car!” “What?!” “Pull over.” “What now?” I pulled to a pathway and Nicholas loosened his seat belt. “W