IRIS pov
Waking up the next morning with a smile on my face, i take a shower and put on a big white T-shirt with a pair of black leather trousers and black heeled boots. I apply my usual makeup and style my hair, putting on a Spritz of perfume before grabbing my backpack and rushing downstairs.
Seeing Bryson in the kitchen, with a cup of coffee in his hand and a plate of waffles beside him. I greet him a good morning with a huge smile, feeling completely energetic today.
Sitting down and about to stuff a waffle with syrup on it in my mouth, I hear a "why's Luca outside our house?" from Bryson.
Rushing to stand up, I walk to the kitchen to see Luca standing beside his car and looking smexy.
Glancing at my phone, I realised I missed a message from him saying he was picking me up today, 5 minutes ago.
Forgetting breakfast, I grabbed my lunchbag
The bell rang and we cleared our mess, before heading inside with Luca still insisting on carrying my backpack. I hear a ding from my phone notifying me that there was a message. Looking at it I see that it's from Tasha. "Hey girlie, Luke and I skipped school, which means I can't drop you off today, I'm so sorry Ri. I promise to make it up to you with starburst. X" And once again I was walking home. Releasing a big sigh with a small frown on my face. Luca tilts my chin up with his fingers. "What's wrong?" He questioned. Although it sounded more like a demand than a question. "It's nothing," I replied with a laugh. "Tasha isn't going to be able to drop me off today so I'm going to have to walk home. I'm just being silly" I explained. "It's fine, I kinda expected it. I mean she's not like my driver or anything, she also has places to go to" I say with a small nervou
LUCA's pov Speeding off, I realised how much I liked this girl. She was an addiction, the feeling of them kissing was better and more rewarding than any nicotine. This was the best type of addiction. But like all addictions, he needed more. Driving,I reached home and got out. I had my own apartment, moving out of that shithole I called a home was one of the biggest steps in my life. Luke and Emerald still stayed with their mum at the house. I loved my siblings but I couldn't bear staying at that house anymore, putting in my best at things but still feeling like shit due to the lack of appreciation from my absentee father. My life back in Norway was pretty great. Until certain changes came along. Walking into my room, I changed into some shorts and a T-shirt before grabbing a book from my shelf and started reading.
IRIS pov. He walked me to my first class, before walking towards the back of the school going to meet his friends, I guess. From what I've seen Luca only attended the literature class and he always looked interested in what the teacher had to say. My history class was always boring, probably because of the teacher. I tried my best to listen attentively, I really did but sleep got the best of me. It wasn't much of a big deal since I was literally at the back of the class. Getting out of my history class, I walk to my locker and take out my books for the next subject. English, I had English with Tasha. Ever since Luca started picking me up, I haven't had enough time with Tasha, and I planned to, today but Luca just had to drag me to his car like a caveman. Getting into English class,
Saturday came and Tasha was already ringing the doorbell loudly, thank God it was just me at home. I mean it was just 12 and I was about to get to the most beautiful part of my sleep. Sanitation on Saturdays in a black household is a must, so I've had a pretty exhausting morning but I feel a little better now after sleeping for a few hours. Standing at my doorstep was Tasha, with a pink sundress and sandals with paper bags hanging from her arms. She trotted in like she owned the place. "Yeah, come right in," I muttered sarcastically. Shutting the door with my foot, I follow her upstairs like a lost puppy. Plopping down on my bed, she releases a deep breath. "Please tell me you've at least showered" She deadpanned, looking at my shorts and big tee. "It's almost 1pm!" She screeched. "Calm your horses, will you?" I murmured, rubbing my forehead at her noise. "It won't take
Eating slowly and bringing up little conversations, I loved how he always listened to every word that came out of my mouth. I loved how things are always so easy with him and how his lips twitched when I said something funny, and how his eyes lit up when I fed him strawberries. Soon after we were done eating, we cleared the blanket before Luca stuns me and brings out a small pillow from his backpack and another blanket. He lays down before bringing me to lay directly on him, my thighs on the side of his which makes my skirt ride up before putting the other blanket over us,making me laugh out, "you had this all planned out didn't you?" I say to him, "Yeah, got a problem with it?" He replies, patting my bum lightly, making me snort at his confidence. "No, Luca. No problem here" I say to him, sighing in content as I listen silently to his heartbeat. "I could fall asleep like this" I say after a
I wake up the next morning with a smile on my face. Since it was Sunday, I decided to lazy about. I did a few house chores. A few hours later I was already breathing hard, after cleaning the entire house. Bryson was upstairs still asleep and Uncle Tyson was taking a break today so he was also sleeping. It was still a little early so I decided to take a shower before coming back downstairs to make breakfast. Deciding to make something simple today, I went with chicken and bacon pasta. Few minutes later it was ready. Going up, I banged on Bryson's door, "Breakfast is ready pickles" I said walking away without waiting for a reply, smiling at the familiar nickname he oh so hates. He was already up, Bryson loved eating pickles when we were younger, but now he loathes them. Always pulling a face of disgust whenever he sees them. I then decided to start calling him pickl
Waking up with the sheets stained and your pyjamas stained, isn't something one would wish for. I had to do a five minute laundry before going to take a shower. And yes, Luca never replied. So I am extremely pissed. Walking out of the bathroom, I walk to my closet took out my granny panties, a big hoodie and sweatpants. I didn't even bother putting on a bra, I put on a bralette instead. Looking in the mirror, I sighed loudly. Today was going to be very exciting. *Note the sarcasm.* I gather my hair in a rough bun and apply a little lip balm. Walking to the kitchen, I frown when I don't see anyone in there. No breakfast this morning, I guess. Opening one of the cupboards, I take out a cereal before bringing out milk from the fridge. I take out a bowl and spoon before turning the cereal into the bowl, not caring as most of it spilled out of th
"There you go," He says after I start to breathe normally. I look up only to be met with striking blue eyes and a soft smile. "Hey there" He says, hands still rubbing softly at my back. "Thank you" I say earnestly to him. "How di-" I was about to ask how he knew I was having a panic attack but was interrupted by Luca squatting down to pick me up in bridal style. I immediately start to struggle. He has no right to touch me after ignoring my existence for two days. "Get your hands off me Luca" I growl at him, hitting my hands on his chest. *More like brick wall* "Thanks man." His deep voice says to the Zeek, who practically just saved me. "Anytime bro, we all know how much of a dick Jake is." Zeek says to Luca, both of them still ignoring my struggles. He enters into the same class the 'Jake' was j
FIRST DAY OF COLLEGE SCENE. IRIS' POV When my acceptance letter from University of Washington to study Neuropsychology came in, I had been so freaking excited that I forgot all about the distance. We both forgot about the distance. Then, Luca's acceptance letter from southern Utah university to study English literature came in and we both realised that our relationship would be taking a huge turnover. We both had this conversation when his letter came in and now we're having it again. I stare at the dorm in front of me with a sigh. A muscled arm wraps around my shoulder. "You're gonna be okay." "I don't know…." He spins me around so I'm facing him and tips my face up, our gazes lock. "We're going to be o
(Author's note: This chapter and the next are mainly bonus chapters (because I love my readers so much). They are going to consist of Iris and Luca's lives after their high school graduation.)FIRST SEX SCENE.IRIS' POVIt's been months – a span of three months, precisely, ever since the Erik incident which landed me in the hospital. Within those months, Luca has refused to have sex with me.Apart from the occasional touches here and there and lustful gazes from both of us, nothing. Well….I wouldn't really say we haven't done anything at all. We've engaged in other…... minimal sexual activities, that's just about it.Anytime I ask him why he doesn't want to have sex with me, I get a "You're not ready, yet." From him and it makes my hand itch to whack him on his head. 
IRIS' POV I turn back to see what has him confused, only to be met with Erik pointing a gun at me. I bite my lips hard as I feel the impact of a bullet on my right shoulder before I even hear the sound of the gunshot ringing through the air. I hold my right shoulder in pain and I groan as my legs give out under me. I watch as Luca stands still before he runs to me, I sigh softly as his warm strong arms engulf me and slowly lower me to the floor. I can hardly focus on the excruciating pain on my shoulder which has almost numbed my body as I watch his face contort with fear and his mouth spew out harsh words. The loud ringing in my head, accompanied by the pounding footsteps and shouting of people wouldn't cease. The sound of gunshots being fired and the loud blaring siren coming from w
IRIS' POVI'm still strapped to the chair. I feel weak and dehydrated, due to the fact that I haven't eaten and I'm thirsty. My face hurts from the slap I received from Erik when he came back and we exchanged some harsh words. I can still feel the dried blood on my lips.I look blankly at the door when it opens, only to present Asher."Great. Another asshole." I mumble even with the rag in my mouth.He gives me a creepy smile. "That's funny."He steps closer and trails a finger on my arm. I curse inwardly as his finger makes contact with my bare skin. I almost gag at the look on his face."You have such beautiful skin.."I glare at him as I struggle on the chair.He notices my struggle and he smiles. "Aw, po
IRIS' POV The pounding of my head wakes me up. I groan as I open my eyes, my Iris trying to adjust to the light. I look around my surroundings, only to find nothing but a dark room and one door. My heart starts to race when I realise that I'm strapped to a chair and a rag is shoved in my mouth. I snap my head to the side when the big door is pushed open. The person that walks in makes my eyes widen with fear and surprise. "Asher?" I question but it comes out muffled. "Hello, Iris." He smiles innocently. I shout and send curses his way behind the gag shoved in my mouth. He nods his head towards me and immediately a guy ( that I don't know) steps forward and removes the rag.
IRIS' POVIt's been a week since the incident and I feel fucking miserable. I want to take my actions back.When I left Luca that night, I called Luke to come pick him up after explaining to him and Tasha that I broke up with him. Tasha took my to her house where I sobbed to my heart content. I still haven't told her the real reason I broke up with Luca.The following week at school has been awful. The whole school knows we're not together anymore and it hasn't been easy. Chelsea and her minions have decided to make my life a living hell and I cowered anytime I saw them coming my way. Tasha has been a great friend, she stood by me when Chelsea cornered me in the bathroom. She stuck with me when I refused to speak to anyone.Luca hasn't been in school. And I was gob-smacked in the face when I saw him sitting on our table. 
LUCA'S POVAfter Erik walks out, Luke and I walk to Lilian who has Emerald cleaning up the blood by the side of her mouth."You okay?" I ask, a permanent scowl on my face.She nods her head as she stands up."I'm fine," she smiles softly before pointing to point she just got up from. "Sit. So I can tend to your wounds.""I'm okay." I grunt out.Luke looks at me unsurely but I nod my head at him in assurance."What the hell was that all about?" Luke asks sitting down close to Lilian."I don't know," Emerald sniffs. "He just came in all of a sudden and mum got pissed. They exchanged words and I think mum strucked a nerve, so he hit her."I growl and Luke curses ou
LUCA'S POV.Iris has been acting strange. It feels like she's avoiding me and wants to get away from me as far as possible.She feels disconnected. I've tried all I can and nothing is working. She always seems so lost in her thoughts and I'm worried. And at the same time it feels like she never wants to leave my side. I'm lost.So it came as a great shock to me when she suggested a date night tonight."I think we've both been stressing out a lot and I want us to have the evening to ourselves." She said when she saw the confusion on my face."I think that's a great idea, baby," I told her softly as she tightened her hand on my waist and pressed her face into my chest.I'm walking out of the underground fighting club after hours of practice when I receive a text from
It's Saturday and I finally made up my mind over the night. I'm going to meet up with the sender of the mysterious letter.Once it's 11:50 I leave the house with a hood over my head. I take the short trek to the park.My heart is beating at what I'm about to do. My mind reels at what would happen if I meet the mysterious person.As I reach the park, I receive a text on my phone from a private number.PRIVATE NUMBER: GO UNDER THE SHADE OF THE TREE TO YOUR RIGHT.I look to my right to see the tree Luca and I always stay under whenever we come to the park. We sweaty hands and shaky feet. I walk there only to see a man in a suit, facing away from me."Uhm, h-hello?" I say but it comes out as in a shaky breath. And I mentally face-palm myself.