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:I drown in shame. I can’t believe I dimmed myself in such a nasty situation. I have ruined my uphold, my stance, my dignity. I have driven out my integrity.I check my phone at every beep, praying Greg wouldn’t call. I have done the unbelievable, I do not know how to splurge my words; I can't stand to face him.I seek no redemption. I have done wrong to the only person I shouldn’t. I mustn’t seek forgiveness. There is no excuse for my actions, not even when I have done it for someone I love dearly.The call from the clinic had me helpless for days. The required medication for Elena is one I have been anticipating but wasn’t expecting.I waited for her tumor development, surgery, and freedom, but for a while, I selflessly focused on my heart that I forgot to sort money for these.According to Dr. Saint, it is beyond his medical perspective. Elena has been on close observation that the sudden outgrown tumor gave him no explanation.“It is strange,” he said over the phone call.
NICHOLAS:I stood under the red maple tree outside the school gate, waiting for Greg.It is taunting of me to welcome him back to school after days of absence with my robbing face.I could hide in a hole and avoid him if I had slept since my intended flaw. I deserve the restlessness; I do not care how many days and nights I go without sleep, I only wish to get Greg to hear me out.I do not stand to ask for forgiveness, nor do I intend to check the fate of our relationship. I only want to beg his forgiveness and cry him an ocean to keep us.Yes, I said it.How could I not seek his forgiveness and know the status of a relationship when I am close to death at the thought of losing him?I would spend the rest of my days asking for redemption and proving myself again if I had to. I would rather die than give up on us.Along the school path, I saw an expensive car that had never driven a student into D’caprias, making its way towards the school gate.The luxury got the students open-mouthed
GREG: My heart came to a crash. “Please, no cops.” I pleaded nervously. Mum pronounced cops on Nicholas. It is the right thing to do to a thief, except I couldn’t bear the thought of sending him behind bars. The cops will not only escalate it, but for their bust, they will involve the media, and Nicholas will be labeled the nation's most famous thief. “Gregory, I know how you feel, but I can’t let it go. I can’t entertain a thief into this home.” “No, you have no slightest idea. If you do, you won’t keep calling Nicholas a thief.” “I didn’t make him a thief.” “Mum, please.” I shut my teary eyes, and when I reopened them, my cheeks soaked with liquid. “Let this go. For me. Can you do that?” “I am sorry, sweetheart. We are talking about my treasure, my symbol of commitment. I could consider your request if he had taken something else but that. He got good eyes for a thief, you know.” “Mum!” “Allow me to take him,” Granny intervened, tugging my arm. “Come, my boy, you need some