"What if he is the one? But he is afraid to tell you?" โ Once upon a one night stand in Milan, Italyโ ๐Two people fell in love.๐ He snuck out in the morning, before she woke up. And when she finally woke up, she couldn't remember who the stranger was she had a one night stand with. Years later, they still couldn't get over each other. HE turned into a womanizer to forget her and SHE remained single, because she couldn't get the one night stand out of her head. They both break their heads to find each other. HE in search for the girl that stole his heart during a One Night Stand and SHE for the guy that made her fall in love. But as the saying goes: "What's meant to be, will find its way back." Will it be that easy? SHE can't remember HIM. HE can remember HER. Heartbreak.Secrets.Lies I was a goddamn business man. Business deals, contracts, name it and I could arrange it. No hesitation. No second thoughts. And then there's her. I was afraid. Afraid of losing her. Afraid that this love is only one sided.
๋ ๋ณด๊ธฐBecause I knew this meant taking another step for Clint and me.A step I felt weโd both been ready for.โYou want to rehearse?โI peeked over at Michael. โWhat?โHe snickered. โRehearse. You know, what youโre going to say to him tonight.โI shrugged. โNah. Iโm good. I usually wing it with stuff like this.โโYouโre going to wing it when it comes to telling Clint how you feel for the very first time>โโI mean, I usually wing it with my English speeches and I do just fine with those.โHe paused. โYou didnโt plan out that speech you gave last year?โI shook my head. โNope.โโThat massive speech you gave on 1984 sort of applying today.โโAre you not hearing me right? Clean out your ears, Michael.โHe chuckled. โHoly shit, youโre amazing. You know that?โI smiled. โAnd I hope thatโs one of Clintโs many reactions tonight.โโIf it isnโt, Iโll kick his ass for you.โโMichael!โโWhat? Come on, Rae. I see how happy he makes you. I see how much this boy means to you. And if he doesn't love you o
And I decided she would be. If she knew what was happening right now, sheโd be proud. Possibly screaming at me like Cecilia currently was. But sheโd be proud after the fact.Not today, Dad. Youโre done with this shit today.The only thing I processed was the smell of alcohol. The only thing I felt was my fatherโs storm unleashing against me. He held so much anger within him. He had such fury in his fists. The only thing I saw were his angry eyes coming at me as I shoved him in his chest, listening as Cecilia screamed in the background.โStop it! Iโm calling the police if you donโt cut it out right now!โHer voice faded away. Fell into the background as I moved and ducked my father. Whatever this storm brewed from, I wasnโt going to be my fatherโs punching bag any longer. If he wanted a fight, a fight is what heโd get. And Iโd make sure to repay him for every fist that ever connected with my face. Iโd repay him for every bruise he ever wrung around my neck. Iโd repay him for every knee
I felt myself blush. โOkay, yes. We are officially together. So, yeah. Weโre going to prom together.โโYou still donโt sound too sure of that. Is everything going okay with his recuperation?โI shrugged. โI mean, heโs always struggling with his dad. Which Iโm sure is affecting his recuperation efforts. But heโs okay. Far as I can tell.โโIโd like to get his dad in a room for a few minutes.โI scoffed. โWouldn't we all.โโSo, how are the two of you? You know, now that heโs on the mend?โI felt myself blush deeper. โI guess weโre good.โโYou guess, huh?โโYouโre a dick, you know that?โHe chuckled. โMaybe a bit. Can I ask you something, though?โโOf course. I mean, you have to spit it out soon because I only have one more minute, butโโโDo you love him?โThe question didnโt catch me as off-guard as I figured it would. In fact, it was easy to answer. I bit down onto the inside of my cheek as I turned to face Michael. And with a nod of my head, I answered his question.โYeah. I really thi
I stopped for one last breather a couple of blocks away from my house. I watched it looming in the distance, sparkling underneath the harshness of the sun. Sweat dripped down my back as I sighed. I watched the off-colored white glisten against the deep red shutters of the house. During the entirety of my childhood, I remembered that house in three distinct ways. Three different sets of colors that all popped more than the houses around it. Maybe it was the fresh coats of paint put on it every year that kept the house lively. Maybe it was the fact that it was the biggest house on the block. Or, maybe, it was the fact that we had the only house with a wrap-around porch as well as a wrought iron front gate that was barely utilized.Either way, it stood out.I picked up the pace. I went from standing still to walking. To speed walking. To jogging. I burst into a sprint, pumping air through my lungs and feeling them expand into my back. I felt the last pangs from my ribcage fall free, rele
โWhat? I mean, seriously. Come on. Your dad canโt actually think any of this was your fault. They almost killed you. They were drunk, from what I could gather from that night. They should be rotting away in jail. Or juvie. Or something.โI shrugged. โMy father pretty much showed his ass in that office. Said things like I needed to be focusing on school instead of chasing down four guys Iโd provoked.โAlyโs jaw dropped open. โWhat!?โโHe also said Iโd been a problem child my whole life. Essentially tried to paint me as some bad boy trying to get the one-up on someone before they got the one-up on me. He told the lawyer that he didnโt see those boys pressing assault charges on me when I started the fight. So why should I press attempted murder charges on them simply because they were seeking out revenge like most young boys do?โMikeโs face turned red. โIs it always like this with your father?โI sighed. โI mean, letโs just say Iโve talked a big game in the past with bruises Iโve come t
I snickered. โWhich is apparently not very good. I know somethingโs wrong. Do you want to talk about it?โClint dropped his bag. โJustโthat shit with the lawyer yesterday.โI nodded. โWhat happened?โHe leaned against the brick wall of the school. โDadโs back in town.โโOh, no.โโOh, yeah. I told Cecilia time and time again not to tell Dad about the fucking lawyer. And of course, she didnโt listen. Sheโs awesome, but she never fucking listens. Itโs like she thinks Dadโs actually gonna be this decent-as-fuck person one of these days. Then she gets shocked and hurt and scared when he loses his shit. Sheโs been married to him for four years! The fuck is she thinking!?โI placed my hands against his chest. โDeep breaths. Come on, take them with me. There we go.โI walked Clint through some even breathing. He was shaking against my hands, and I needed him to settle down. That explained everything. With his father back in town, shit always popped off. I smoothed my hands over his torso, try
I paused. โIโm not sure if that makes me feel any better.โCecilia butted in. โYou have to do something, Clint. They really did a number on you. Even if you simply sue them for the hospital bills or somethingโโDad snickered. โYeah. Pay me back some of that money.โโHoward!โI rolled my eyes. โPlease excuse him.โโDid you just excuse me for someone else?โI looked over at my father. โI did. Because youโre acting absolutely insane right now and Iโm tired of it.โHis eyes lit up with fire as he stood up from his chair. His eyes panned toward the lawyer as he buttoned his suit coat. Cecilia got up quickly and followed him out of the room, trying to talk some sense into him. And as the door closed behind them, I cleared my throat.โIโm really sorry for that.โOmar shook his head. โNot your fault, Mr. Clarke.โI sighed. โSo, if I wanted to press charges, what would we do?โโWeโd gather evidence and serve each of their families with a formal subpoena. The boys are being held right now, so t
โUh huh.โโThen, Clint drove off and they followed him. Pursued him, right?โI nodded. โYep.โโAnd even though Clint tried shaking them, they kept following him. Until they ran him off the road.โI swallowed hard. โYeah.โโIn my eyes? The only thing Clint has accountability for is getting their focus off you. That was his fault, and it had good intentions. Good motives. Everything else was spurred on by those boys. From pulling up to you guys in the first place to chasing him down, no matter what. To me? The charge should be attempted murder.โAnd after a brief pause, I nodded.โYou make a very good point about that.โAllison scoffed. โThereโs no point about it. Drunk or not, those boys knew what they were doing. If they had enough sense to keep in control of that car long enough to be able to ram Clint over the edge of that bridge, then they had enough sense to choose not to.โI grinned. โYou sure you donโt want to be a lawyer or something?โShe giggled. โNah. Iโm just really good at
But all she did was shrug.โYou guys ready to go?โI nodded at Ceciliaโs question, then felt her ease us out of the driveway. I wanted to press the questions. I wanted to pull out of her what was wrong. But I didnโt want to do it in front of my stepmother. Rae wasnโt okay, though. And I had a feeling it had something to do with last night.I watched as Rae gazed out the window. She watched the world pass us by as she sank heavier and heavier into the leather seats of the car. She didnโt speak. Not one fucking word. And I desperately wanted to ask her what the hell happened after I left last night. I called Cecilia to come get me around midnight, and D.J. was still there. Her mother and D.J. had still been downstairs, going back and forth at one another. It was like they never stopped. Sheโd say one thing and heโd clap back. Heโd say something wrong and sheโd chew him out for it. It made me sick, leaving Rae in that kind of environment last night. I almost had a mind to ask Cecilia if
The alluring aroma of cinnamon swirls around the air, illuminating the hint of pencil-on-paper as I finish my latest project.I looked up from my computer, that was hot from the many hours I was working on it, to only see my college friend and boss Ximena Vasilios standing in the doorway of my office. She shook her head lightly as she walked over towards me.She was the definition of beauty and brains. With long tanned legs, shiny blonde hair, and light green eyes, she got tons of requests from modeling agencies when we were in college and even after we graduated.They stopped sending her requests when they noticed that she was totally not interested in becoming a model, instead she chose the path of business."Is that cinnamon roll?" I asked, pointing at the brown paper bag that she was holding.The smell of cinnamon was so strong that there's no doubt that it wasn't a cinnamon roll."Dammit, how did you know?" she asked defeated, handing me the brown paper bag and cup with coffee."...
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