Epilogue?
AIDEN Three months later… “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you, Aiden!" I wish I could block my ears so I wouldn't have to hear them singing this birthday song. I think it's really cringe. I don't even know what to do, how to act while they sing. I just stand there, my eyes locked on my girl. She's the only one whose singing doesn't make me cringe. Olivia has a big smile on her face, like she is more excited than I am and I'm the one clocking a new age. She even organized this whole thing, insisting I should celebrate with friends. And somehow, she got me to agree. So, here we are, having a mini party at my place with Bryan, Sarah, and Ashley. I turn 21 today. I'm in a better place; I feel loved. That's a good reason to celebrate. Olivia walks over to me and hands me a knife. "You can cut the cake now," She says. I nod and smile at her. Just as I position the knife and about to cut the cake, a voice interrupts me. "Don't cut the cake like it's your opp," Bryan jokes
OLIVIA "Fuck, she moans loudly. She really does. I just had to shut her up with a kiss," Aiden rambles, chuckling. "I know I am good in bed, but I didn't want her to put me in trouble by moaning so loudly." "And yet, she used to pretend to be the holiest girl in the whole college. What a crazy hypocrite!" My sister, Sarah laughs. I clench my fist. Is this what I get by agreeing to come to school with my sister and her jerk of a best friend who can't stop talking about his sex escapades? I almost let out a hiss. All they've been doing since we left my house is talk about sex. Can't they talk about books? Can't they talk about sci-fi movies? Can't they talk about animes? I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I should not blame them. They're not like me. It's my car I should be annoyed with. If it had not broken down this morning, I wouldn't be in this crazy situation. "Get a grip on yourself, Olivia. I'll survive this ride," I mutter under my breath. For a mo
OLIVIA"What does he smell like? What does his touch feel like? " Ashley's high-pitched voice echoes in my ear. "You guys were standing so close, what on earth did you see in his eyes?" I let out a sharp breath, covering my ears with my hands. I am already tired of the questions she was asking. Aiden's scent? The feel of his touch? Why the hell should I know all that? And, why do I have such a crazy friend? I am not even crazy. How do I end up with a friend like that, and the only friend I have in school at that?Ashley's eyes widened. "Aiden said something to you. His voice made you wet, right? I wish it was me," She mumbled, picking her words one after the other. I shake my head, giving her a deadly glare. I somehow find myself thinking about his voice. His voice is husky, but when he spoke to me, his voice was low and gentle. His voice is enticing too. I want to hear him whisper in my ear, or read my favorite books in my ear while his hand is between my thighs.What the hell am
OLIVIAI keep my eyes on Nathan till he leaves the restaurant and disappears from my sight. I turn to my best friend, Ashley who already has a mischievous grin on her face. I am not surprised, I know she would do something silly. Ashley winks at me and then squeals loudly, attracting stares from the few people scattered around the restaurant. Damn, social anxiety is scary for this girl!I take a deep breath, letting her do whatever she likes. This is going to be one of those moments where I just let her have her fun. "I said it!" Ashey exclaims."Just shut the fuck up," I snap at her, lifting my glass to take a sip of the fruit juice I got."You fûcking like Aiden Blacksmith," Ashley whispers, leaning close to me. "And you are acting like you don't give a fuck about him."I give a half shrug. "I don't give a flying fuck about him. I don't like him, Ashley," I mutter."He's my sister's best friend. It would be weird to like him," I add."You can keep the fact that he is your sister'
OLIVIAAiden's arm, which had been wrapped around my waist, loosens suddenly. I almost trip as I move away from him.My sister just caught me almost kissing her best friend, which is out of bounds in our fûcking house."Olivia , go to your room!" Sarah's high pitched voice echoes in the living room. She is still standing by the staircase.I nod my head. I avoid my sister's gaze as I walk past her, my head bowed in shame. I know how she acts when she is angry. Sarah can destroy any fûcking time when she is mad. She is force to be reckoned with when she's upset. Aiden must know that too – he has seen her blow up before. "What do you think you are doing, Blacksmith? How dare you even consider messing around with my sister! She is my sister, for heaven's sake!" Sarah's voice rings in my ears.I enter my room and sit on my bed."She is only eighteen, you are not supposed to try doing shits with her," Sarah continues, her tone still shrill and angry.I roll my eyes. Saying my age is unn
OLIVIAYou know that moment that feels like the world has stopped spinning and everything goes still. All I can hear is the beating of my own heart .I look up, and our eyes meet. His deep brown eyes hold mine, and for a moment, it feels both of us are the only people in the room. How can I possibly imagine being alone with Aiden freaking Blacksmith A.K.A biggest fuck boy in school?"I am so fucking happy for you," Ashley whispers in my ear, and I look away from Aiden's intense gaze.I lift a shoulder in a half shrug. I am not surprised my best friend is so hyped that I will be stuck in the same room with Aiden. Is this not what she has been expecting?I sense someone else standing in front of me. My gaze flickers up to meet Aiden's. My fingers curl into fists, and suddenly, I worry about how I look, with me having to look up at him. Do I look pretty or sexy? Or do I look like a nerd or a little kid?"Ladies first," Aiden murmurs, picking his words one after the other. The words sl
AIDENI fill a glass with water and take a long drink, trying to wash away the fog in my head. I always need a drink after a night out, and tonight had definitely been a late one. I definitely overdid it on the drinks last night. I take another long drink of water, trying to banish my cobwebs from my brain. Alcohol always does a number on me, and last night was an exception. The kitchen door creaks open and I know who it is without turning around. It is Bryan, my roommate and best friend. We share a house off-campus, and even though I am easily annoyed, I get along with him better than anyone else. We have been friends since high school, and I trust him completely.Bryan walks over to the sink and fills a glass of water for himself, then drains it in one long gulp. He turns to face me having a blank look on his face. "You are not going to tell me what happened last night," He probes. "What?" I ask, giving a half shrug. I know exactly what he is getting at, but I can't let him kno
OLIVIAI flip through the remaining pages of my biology textbook and realize that I have covered most of the material in a short amount of time. The corners of my mouth tug upwards. I deserve a pat on the back. Now, I can focus on the other classes I am taking.I have a habit of studying ahead in my classes, ever since high school. I have found that it is not only helpful for tests and exams, it also helps me to relax and have less stress. Plus I will be working part-time this year, so it is especially important for me to stay ahead. My family is not wealthy, but my father makes enough money to support us. Still, I have personal goals that I need to save for, like traveling to visit my mother in another state during our summer holiday. Since my dad can't help me pay for that, I need to find a way to earn money on my own.After school, I am going to start looking for a job, my first job ever. While I don't have any work experience, I am sure I can find something that is a good fit
AIDEN Three months later… “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you, Aiden!" I wish I could block my ears so I wouldn't have to hear them singing this birthday song. I think it's really cringe. I don't even know what to do, how to act while they sing. I just stand there, my eyes locked on my girl. She's the only one whose singing doesn't make me cringe. Olivia has a big smile on her face, like she is more excited than I am and I'm the one clocking a new age. She even organized this whole thing, insisting I should celebrate with friends. And somehow, she got me to agree. So, here we are, having a mini party at my place with Bryan, Sarah, and Ashley. I turn 21 today. I'm in a better place; I feel loved. That's a good reason to celebrate. Olivia walks over to me and hands me a knife. "You can cut the cake now," She says. I nod and smile at her. Just as I position the knife and about to cut the cake, a voice interrupts me. "Don't cut the cake like it's your opp," Bryan jokes
OLIVIA Why the hell am I freaking out? It's just a date—a date with my boyfriend. This isn't the first, second, or third time I am going out with him. So, why am I feeling flutters all over my stomach? What's wrong with me? It's funny, even though he told me we are just going to see a movie, I can't help the butterflies in my stomach. It's always been like this. Whenever I see him, a part of me feels like a little girl getting her favorite treat. Is it normal that I still feel this way about him, even though our relationship is more than a month old? I can't get enough of him. I don't think I ever will. I know what I need now—a damn grip on myself. I haven't even picked out what to wear yet. If Aiden shows up and I am not ready, he'll tease me about how I always make us late. I really don’t want that. I walk to my closet. It’s just a movie date, right? Something simple will do. I consider jeans but then think better of it. I want to wear something cute. A mini dress it is. I grab
OLIVIAI blink my eyes open, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.The first thing I feel is the warmth beneath me, the gentle rise and fall of Aiden's chest. His breathing is the only sound I want to hear. I raise my head, letting my gaze linger on his face. He's still asleep, calm as ever. There's something about seeing him like this that makes my heart flutter. His messy hair falls across his forehead, and I reach up to brush it aside, my fingers lightly tracing his skin. He stirs a little but doesn't wake, only tightening his grip around me.A smile tugs at the corners of my lips. I think about us. What I love most is that, no matter what happens, we always find our way back to each other. We choose each other, again and again. If that is not love, I don’t know what is.I press a kiss to his chest, then shift just enough to reach his lips, kissing him there too. Is this what forever feels like? With him, wrapped in his arms, it certainly feels that way.Enough of
AIDENI slide into my car, the loud bass from the party music fading as the door closes behind me. I slam my fist on the steering wheel, regret boiling inside me. I’ve never regretted anything in my life, but this might be the first. I wish I’d never come to this party, let alone convinced her to join me.Where the hell is Olivia? Who did she follow? Why did I leave her alone like that? My mind spins, and the more I think about it, the more I blame myself. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t been so stupid, she wouldn’t have left.I don’t want to be here at this party anymore. But, I can’t just drive home, not knowing where my girlfriend is or who she is with. I pull out my phone—this is my only hope. If I can reach her and know she’s safe, at least half my worries will be eased.I dial her number. I heave a sigh of relief as the ringing echoes through the car. At least the call is going through this time, but she doesn’t answer.A line forms between my brows. Why isn’t she picking up?
AIDENI lean against the wall, watching Marcel pace back and forth in front of me. We're in a dimly lit room, the smell of smoke thick in the air. I take a long drag from my cigarette, feeling the familiar burn in my lungs. "When did you get back from Italy?" I ask."Two days ago," He answers.I had been with my friends at the main venue of the party when I spotted Marcel. I remember thinking it was the right time to tell him about my decision to leave the drug scene. Marcel has been quiet since I broke the news, I wonder what's on his mind."Aiden," He calls out, pulling me from my train of thoughts. "Are you really sure about this? You're just going to walk away from everything?"I exhale slowly, watching the smoke curl up toward the ceiling. "Yes, I'm sure," I say.I know this news shocked him. I never imagined I'd reach the point where I'd decide to quit drug dealing, the life I've known for so long. But, it's time. I've chosen to leave the darkness behind, and there's no turning
OLIVIASarah squeezes her eyes shut, then slowly opens them again."I know I haven't been a good sister to you. I've never treated you the way an older sister should," She admits.My eyes widen. Where is this coming from? Is she just messing with me again?"Why are you saying all this?" I ask. "This isn't like you. You never care how you treat me, whether I like it or not."Sarah takes a deep breath. "You're making me feel worse than I already do. I know I've been awful. Deep down, I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't stop myself."She continues. "When our parents divorced, I completely lost myself. I didn't know how to handle the pain, let alone be there for you. So I started hanging out with my friends, and I abandoned you. I know that too.""I was lost too," I say, my lips trembling. "We could have supported each other, but even before the divorce, you were never there for me. It was always you and your friends. You never cared about me."Sarah rakes her fingers through her hai
~ TWO WEEKS LATER ~OLIVIACrazy. That is the only word that comes to mind as I stand in the middle of the crowded room, the noise and chaos around me growing louder. My eyes sweep the room. Smoke fills the air from countless cigarettes. The music is blaring. Bottles are littered across the floor. People are grinding on each other, drunk and reckless. If they're not smoking or making out, they're definitely drunk. Some are doing all three at once.I've been to a few parties before, but none as wild as this. This is insanity. What should I call this? Aiden's world? And where the hell is Aiden? He’s still not back from the car.Aiden and I arrived at the party just a few minutes ago, and he had to go get his phone, which he forgot in the car, while I chose to stay here and wait for him. I regret that decision now. I should’ve just followed him back to the car. Aiden invited me to this party. He said it had been a long time since he attended one, and he wanted me to go with him. You
AIDENThe warm breeze washes over me, sending shivers across the skin as I reach the lake. The lake is our favorite place - always calm in the afternoon, with a secluded spot we've claimed as our own. We’ve been here countless times before Sarah decided to call it our special place. It’s become a routine for us to visit two or three times a week. But now, I am not sure how much longer that will continue. I have a girlfriend and she’s Sarah’s sister. How much more complicated can things get?I spot Sarah, her back turned toward me. The plan is to sort things out with her. No matter what, I shouldn’t argue with her too much or let her get on my nerves. I walk closer and sit beside her. Sarah exhales smoke from the cigarette she is holding, then passes it to me. I take a drag, inhaling deeply before blowing out the smoke.“So, you’re going to marry my sister now, huh?” Sarah blurts out, still not facing me.I raise my eyebrows. “I would love to,” I mumble.Sarah spins around to face me
OLIVIAI step out of my car and head toward Aiden's doorstep. I take a deep breath and ring the doorbell. After waiting a moment without a response, I move to press it again. But before I can do that, the door swings open, and my brown-eyed boy stands before me.“Hazel,” Aiden says, opening the door wider to let me in.“Hey,” I murmur.“You’re beautiful,” Aiden whispers, pulling me into a hug, his hand gently stroking my hair.“Beautiful?” I blurt out. “Don’t try to flatter me just to make me feel better, I’m sure I look like a mess right now.”“You look stressed, but as beautiful as ever. You never look like a mess, and you never will.”“Aiden - ”“You don’t see yourself the way I see you,” He murmurs, his breath tickling my ear.I close my eyes and rest my head on his chest. If I weren’t so stressed, I’d love to kiss him like my whole world depends on it. He’s so sweet.We hear someone clear his throat, and we quickly pull away from each other, turning to see Bryan standing there."