"I got my fingers on Zombie Down III, if you're still interested. Sorry, my room's a mess," Adam picked up some littering pants, boxers, and shirts and shoved them into the laundry basket next to the bathroom door. "Been challenged with having to figure out what to put on lately. Please sit. Can I offer you something?""No, I'm fi-fine.""Gianna said you won't be hanging out with us tonight, why not?""I'm not fe-feeling too well.""What's wrong?" He sat on the chair in front of his laptop, so concerned that Mimie would've thought it genuine."Like you care.""Huh? What do you mean by 'like I care'? If I didn't I wouldn't bother asking. You are the one slipping off of me every time I want to care."Mimie looked away to better blink off her tears. He was victimizing himself again as usual. To cut the reason for her visit relatively short, Mimie nailed her gaze on the thick grey rug where her dressed up feet laid. "Can we-we conclude on our st-status now?"Adam pondered after wiping awa
Venisa must have understood Gianna's profile as she was urged to explain further."He was caught on private property," Gianna's eyes widened in realization. "He didn't do it. I-I mean, Jerome isn't that kind of person. Someone must have blackmailed him in to it or something but he is not a vandal, please, believe me.""Okay, okay," she didn't mention that she'd come to a similar theory. Gianna knew Jerome. The stare, appreciate one or two things, and stare on, kind of know, if at all sharing a similar elective lesson could expand the awareness radar. Not the type to keep records of; an ordinary high school kid he was. However, he never occurred to her to be that kind of person talkless of doing that sort of thing, especially with his friendly baby face and decent physique put into consideration. Nothing too special.Now that she thought back to it, there was a striking resemblance to Venisa. With the big russet brown eyes and Roman nose aside, Venisa wore not only similar contours but
"I swear, I'll pay you tomorrow." A blindfolded lad pleaded, his lanky hands firmly held back by a boy slightly younger than he was but athletic."If you'd converted the number of times you've fake-promised me to my fuckin' money, we won't have come to this. Take off the blindfold." "Please," he begged once the hindrance was out of his way. With hope, his eyes would join his desperate voice to get him off the hook. "I know I've said this a hundred times before—""A hundred?" The lad lowered his head. "Look man, I swear on my mother this time, I'll pay you back tomorrow. Tomorrow. First thing in the morning. Fredo has to wire me some cash tonight for the last two supplies. So please, just bear with me, man.""By Fredo, you mean Pitbull?"The boy sensed a tinge of consideration in his assaulter's profile and almost patted himself on the shoulder for the promising opening. "Yes, yes, that's him. The guy who owns the re—" An almost invisible blow shut him up."You fool! I don't give a f
Despite the pains inflicted by the total of twenty-two stitches upon waking—the longer slash that ran from her upper arm down to her elbow and the other from her clavicle towards her breast—Gianna managed to sit up even before digesting her surrounding. At first, she'd thought to be in her room until the sight of a mundane compilation of furniture. And her room wasn't spotless white. Gianna winced in pain as she erroneously used her aching arm to propel her body up. That's when the weight that had sunk part of her bed lifted, only then did she notice the red-haired woman. "Oh no, Anna, please stay put," she gently pinned Gianna back as if a move will kill her. "No, I want to sit up. I feel a bit nauseated." Her mother snatched a puke bucket from a corner and handed it to her daughter. "Here." "Thanks." Assessing the lady, she could tell she'd spent the entire night by her side. She still had the previous day's clothes on and an almost intact makeup had it not been for the black m
The sun stretched its conducive diverging beams over the small town that faithful and joyful Saturday afternoon. Spiced with contagious smiles, undecipherable chatters, melodious laughter, and spirited screams, the boisterous Main Street Avenue seemed to be an entirely different planet. For the most part, it was. Regardless, Somewhere—or rather Someone was umbrellaed from the drops of such remarkable atmosphere. The prestigious Springs Dinner enclosed a bitter and eager employee who'd done more of glimpsing his wristwatch than attending to customers. "You good, man?" Drey, a coworker, worried. "Yeah." "Sure? Your mind's been drifted for quite some time now." "I'm cool. Just need a drag real quick. You take care of table three for me, yeah?" "Sure." "Honey garlic glazed salmon, baked gnocchi chicken skillet, table 3 all ready." The assistant cook hollered from the BOH. "Got it!" Drey confirmed. Sean was halfway headed to the restaurant's dumpster alley when a last peek at S
Julia's mouth was no different from a fly's trap the moment Gianna had finished narrating her story. A story that reminded her of assistance guaranteed to Venisa concerning Jerome's case. "I don't know but...this Kelly of a girl is super unclean to me. No one can tell me otherwise. You have to be very careful when she's around." Gianna twisted her lips. It was useless convincing Julia about anything once her mind was fixed on one thing. Plus, defending Kelly wasn't imperative at the moment. "Why didn't Seth come?" She ultimately tambourined the question that itched her tongue for several minutes.Julia suddenly turned fidgety. "I did not ask and he didn't say the reason. You two have been talking right? He may have told you something that could give you a hint." She shrugged."No," Gianna flipped her brain to grill the other side. "No, at least not that I can remember. We lastly chatted yesterday morning. He was ever so excited to see me and I, him.""Oh, love at its finest. Well,
"Gigi, talk to me, what happened? Why are you crying?"Gianna heavily sniffed, her nostrils completely unclogged from thick snot. Focused on the two-element window, she adenoidally let out, "he broke up with me.""No..." Julia cupped her mouth. "Why?"Gianna's emotions were contradictory. She wanted to be alone, to cry her soul out at the same time fill in the blanks of pertubing questions. In no time, she seemed settled because while the feeling to grieve crawled, the ardor to deduce ran."He saw a video." Julia did not come off as shocked or anxious to know the contents of the video. Instead, she mumbled a faint 'oh'. "You know about it too?""That was what I wanted to show you before he called. Hardy's friend—Jimmy—has a cousin schooling here. He was present when Jimmy was watching this cousin's status. And when he noticed you, he asked for the video and sent it to me. At first sight, I thought it was one of these silly videos of him making fun of his friends and...unfortunately, S
'Haven't booked an appointment yet.''Why not? There's no time to waste.' Minutes burned without Mimie replying. 'I will book one right now. Be ready to meet him tomorrow. I'll drive you there myself.'He waited again. Yet, no reply. Adam's brows furrowed in impatience. 'You're reading these messages. If you don't want to reply it's fine but you better show up tomorrow. I'll wait for you at the last bus terminal. Tell your mum you're going to the library. Don't fail me, Mimie.' He sent and pocketed his phone in time for Gianna to squirm.Her eyes slowly opened and stuck on the ceiling. Adam smiled and drew closer to her to get her attention."Hey, do you need anything?" His voice in contrast to his action contained a pinch of bother. "I brought some fruits, should I peel an apple for you?"Gianna shook her head. "Where's my dad?""On a call. Are you...okay?" She was in pain, he knew that. It was normal. What wasn't were the atoms of sadness that miserably failed to blend with that of