Larissa's viewpointI dazedly walked into my house, walking in a waddling-like manner. My father and Tristan were sitting on the new black leather sofa, close to each other, watching a basketball march. The living room was a mess. This is what happens when I leave them alone for a whole afternoon. Why do they both have to be such a child?I dropped my bag loudly, but they still didn't notice me. I scoffed and walked towards the television, stopping right in front of it. "Oi!" They both shouted, pulling their hair. "You're in the way! Get lost, daughter!" I didn't have the energy to deal with them, so for once in my life, I stepped away from the TV and let them be. They would figure out my mood later when they realized I left them alone for once. They'll probably panic, but whatever.I left my bag there and trod to the staircase. I climbed up the stairs heavily, rethinking everything that had happened so far. I went to his house, met his sisters, we fought, he remembered me and he indi
Larissa's viewpoint"Are you sure this would work? I look like a slut," she whimpered, pinning the open neckline of her top together.I rolled my eyes. "The true definition of slut is the bimbo sucking the new boy's face over there," I pointed at the school slut. She's always naked. "You look sexy but not slutty, so relax. Don't you want to get Neo?""I do, I really do," she murmured. She was wearing a crossover neckline top, which plunge revealed a little cleavage. The blush pink, crop knot front top had sequined slip-sleeves. In addition, she wore a front button mini jeans skirt, black with the buttons blush pink. The skirt was somehow something she called a tube jean skirt. It was sexy and innocently hugged her curves. And then she wore her lucky black wedge booties for confidence. She usually wears very light makeup but this time, she made it more noticeable, with brighter lipstick and her over-the-shoulder length honey-blonde hair, curled to give it a bouncy touch. I say she look
Larissa's viewpointToday has been a day, a very emotionally exhausting day. It was only the lunch period and I was already tired. I didn't understand who among us was attempting to make the other fall. From declaring that I'll be sitting with him and being close to him for the rest of the semester, to being extra weird. He was sitting awfully close to me and getting into my personal space. It was odd, or maybe I was the one reading extra meaning to it.I sat in the cafeteria, right next to Neo, who was busy discreetly seething as he watched Starliss and her date chatting merrily. We were sitting next to the football team, but he wasn't with them but with us because of Starliss. If I didn't know Neo any better, I would have thought that he didn't care. But I knew my friend, I knew how good of an emotion concealer he was. He barely paid attention to the girl sitting at his other side and the one sitting on the table, in front of him, legs intentionally opened. I also knew Starliss was
Zayne's viewpointBitterness, rage, so much rage targeted at one soul. It had been a while since I boiled with jealousy, especially at this magnitude. The way she smiled playfully at him, the way she rolled her eyes when he spoke but still harbored that glow in her eyes. Everything was annoying. It was just like then, always him, never me.I quietly watched them. He was talking nonstop about their childhood, rubbing it in my face that he knew her more than I did. Why can't he just stick to the other friend who's in love with him? Why must it be mine? Why? Why does he always have to be the better choice for her? He was athletic, a muscle man like she would want. Why can't she see me when he's around?I puffed out, rolling my eyes around at the lame joke he made, but she still laughed. They all laughed. "Neo, you are an idiot," Odette said with a faltering smile."Odette, you are a mole,""Chew fart, dickhead,""Fart can't be chewed, cum brain,""Of course, it can! If it can't, why did
Larissa's viewpointI stretched on the tip of my toes, bending my body backward with a yawn. School for the day was finally over. All I had to do was wait for Zayne in his car for another lesson. He disappeared before the lunch period ended, and since then, he has been nowhere in sight. The noise we caused must have chased him away and probably gave him a headache. If I remember correctly, he hates the noisy atmosphere and can't tolerate people surrounding him. I honestly forgot he was there.I grabbed my schoolbag, shoved my book into it, and flung the strap over my shoulder. "Justice," oh what now? I forced a smile on my face, turning my attention to the teacher packing up his books. "Where is Zayne?" Did I forget to mention it was Mr. Ayton? I successfully avoided him throughout the lessons, but he was persistent in getting words out of my mouth."I don't know, haven't seen him since lunch,""And why won't you know? Are you not his partner?""Like you said, partner, not second skin
Larissa's viewpoint"Larissa!" Jewels shrieked excitedly from the balcony on the third floor. She waved her hand as she shrieked, the other hand holding onto the railing. "You're back!" I smiled, raised my hand, and waved back. Jewels giggled and ran inside, obviously to run downstairs. I smiled one more time before entering the house.Immediately I walked into the living room, I was tackled by a small squealing body. It took me a few staggering steps back before I could stop myself from crashing on the ground. For a four-year-old, Rihanna sure had supernatural strength. Her bubbling energy was severely intense, too much for the little darling to carry around. Yet, she worked it perfectly. "Risa, Risa! I got an A in my oral test!""Wow, really?" I asked with wide eyes. "You got an A? That's so cool!""Mm mm," she nodded, squeezing my legs even harder. "Do you want to hear how great I was?" I nodded, bending down to carry her. Rihanna subconsciously raised her hands as she began to rav
Zayne's viewpointIt's stupid to overthink, that's one of my many mottos of life. I never overthink things, and never needed to because I always figure it out. However, just like the rest, Larissa was giving me a reason to. What was I pondering on? How jealous I became in school just because she was with him. How unreasonable I was becoming just because of her. I almost threw away my years of discipline and planning for someone who didn't see me as anything other than maybe not a friend. I left school because of her.I stayed in my room, my headphones covering every sound from invading my thoughts. I had to give it a thorough thought and calculate the risks of following this feeling, the consequences, the disadvantages, and the advantages. Then I spent time trying to point out every reason why she would be in love with him, why she wouldn't want to ever accept it, how she was avoiding it, and then the reasons why she might not be in love with him like I assume. The possibility of her
Larissa's viewpointI stared at Zayne, trying to stop myself from smiling. He had a thoughtful expression on his face. I could see the wheel in his head turning. He was trying to figure out if what I said was true. I knew he'd figure it out quickly.I didn't know how to speak German. I wasn't like Odette who—surprisingly—is good at learning different languages. The only language I could speak aside from English was Indonesian, and that is because my mother was originally Indonesian/Korean, but was born in Boston. She was fluent in both languages and tried to teach me, but I could only ever learn Indonesian. I was able to understand Korean but when I tried to speak it, I made a mess. I wasn't linguistic like Tristan or Odette.The corner of Zayne's lips tilted upward. He spread his hand out and came closer for a hug. Oh, come to Mama, baby!I happily welcomed his hug. "You're lying. You can't speak German,""Busted," I laughed."I'm sleepy," he complained. I looked at Lavender over his
Today marks a year and seven months since Larissa went into a coma. The project to fasten her healing remains a failure. There has been no positive result since. So far, the doctors still deem her survival impossible and the medicine to help the impossible become possible is nothing but a failure. The agreed number of experiments I can carry out is getting close. I promised my parents that after the number is three hundred, I will not carry out any more experiments. Even if they are condemned criminals, even if they throw away gangsters from the assassin association and mafia, they are still humans. Or so Mom said. Almost two years isn't enough to heal the wound in my heart, or anyone who truly loved her. I miss her. I miss everything about her. The world has no colors without her. I caught him, the bastard who made this happen. It's a shame he died from the third experiment. I would have loved to put him to more use. Larissa's parents welcomed a new baby last
Zayne's viewpointI tapped my foot on the floor, my hands clasped and pressed to my lips. I silently prayed with my eyes closed for a good result since we didn't have the time or anyone to test it out. It wasn't something dangerous, that we were sure of but anything could happen. It'd been almost nine hours since the operation began. There had been no news from Dad or the doctors. We weren't allowed in there.Savia huffed for the umpteenth time. She had been pacing for four hours without a break. Neither of us could sleep. Serenity slept off thrice and woke up with a scream. She had nightmares. Zyaire slept off along the way, but unlike Serenity, he did not wake or shake, he cried in his sleep. None of us could be bothered to soothe each other's pain."Argh!!!" Savia screamed, ruffling her hair and shaking her head wildly. "This is driving me crazy!""Relax, Savvy," Aunt Rylee said softly. She accompanied us to the hospital along with her husband, Uncle Phineas. We kept Mom's conditio
Larissa's viewpointI looked around the house, walking in slowly while Neo went in to get something. It was strange. He told me it was an apartment and his Grandpa was sending him away but for someone who was leaving, they put a great effort into the interior design of the house. Note that I said house, not apartment. It was undoubtedly a beautiful home. The taupe gray, silver, and cream theme with a bit of brown was lovely, along with the furniture and the styling."I'm back," he announced, drawing my attention to him. He walked to the cream camel back sofa with a bottle of Beaufort a Ambonnay Grand Cru Doux Rose, two white wine glasses, a big plate of Swedish meatballs, and dark chocolate almond barks. He dropped the tray on the table and sat down."Shouldn't you be using champagne glasses for those?" I joined him."I broke them," I picked the bottle first. It was one of my favorite wines. "So how are you doing? Since you got out,""Not good. My grandparents are shipping me off to I
Larissa's viewpointI stood at the airport, listening to my Dad nag about how he'd like to return home and meet his house the same way he left it. It was the day after the wedding. My Dad and Mikayla were officially married. Zayne got me the VIP pass to the hotel I asked him to. I still couldn't shake off the grin on my face from the way my parents reacted. Though it was a gift Zayne spent effort on, it was still from me. Dad made sure to rub that on my face but Mikayla was sincerely grateful. I wish I could exclude him from the honeymoon."And you cannot throw or attend any party in our absence. Odette and Tristan, if I find out you broke anything in another argument again, I'll destroy your souls, use your flesh to make leather, and wear them as boots—""Dad, that's not—""Boots!" He snarled, daring us to correct him again. "Larissa, I promise you, I will hunt you to the end of the earth even in death if you dare redecorate my house," he growled, glaring daggers at me. I gasped. How
Larissa's viewpoint"Are you hurt?" The expected question. He needed to stop worrying about me. It was sweet of him but also unnecessary. I wasn't like before. If it hurt, I'd let him know."I'm fine, don't worry,""I’m still going to… fuck me," he groaned when my walls clenched hard around him. He fell over, using his hands to hold up his weight from compressing me. "Damn. I'm going to go a little stronger than before. Please don't hesitate to–""Tell you if it hurts or if I can't handle it, yes, I know. Can you move now?""Remember to—""For goodness's sake, I will," I laughed, a bit impatient and lust showing in my tone. "I promise I won't foolishly take more than I can handle so please continue or I'll flip us over and fuck you myself. You know, that was the plan when I wore this underwear. The plan was to tie you up and have my way with you," Zayne chuckled and put strength in his arms, holding back his desire (as always) to destroy my insides recklessly, and the result of that w
Larissa's viewpoint"I've arrived!" I shouted, kicking Zayne's bedroom door open. He spun the giant white ball chair around, revealing the red interior. He looked at me flatly and I grinned in response. "Zaddy, I'm home!" I shrieked again. Of course, we were at his private house. We agreed to meet there, but he didn't have the large chair the last time I came."That door is worth someone's yearly salary, be careful with it," I nodded, swinging the bags in my hands happily. "You're wearing a coat," he stated."For dramatic reveal," I replied, dropping the bags on the glass table. "And no, I'm not bothered by what my mother said to me. If anything, I feel sorry for myself," he stretched his hands out, gesturing for me to come closer. I planned to go over to him anyway. "I feel pity and disappointment for myself. I allowed the fear of what I might be like if I became anything like her to torment me for years. I feared becoming like her the most but seeing her right now, I'm forced to won
Larissa's viewpointI exhaled through my nostrils, rubbing my throbbing forehead. My body felt heavy and in desperate need of a massage or to shut down for three straight days. It's been two weeks since Zayne left school. We barely saw each other. I couldn't be selfish and bother him with my fantasies and loneliness, so I focused on work and my parents' wedding. A lot of things were going on. I'll start from the beginning.I felt bad about what I said to Neo and wanted to make amends but I never got the chance to. Proof of illegal dealings was found in his father's office. I was greatly appalled when the truth behind their success was exposed. Neo's father owned a secret organization for prostitution and slavery. People were illegally smuggled into the country by will or by force and worked as sex workers. There was also a section for children for sick bastards who couldn't enjoy normal sexual relationships with adults. There were a lot of other illegal sexual activity, including rape
Larissa's viewpointI nervously walked into the house and the moment I did, I felt the dark and gloomy energy inside the house. The energy made a chill run down my spine, making me hug my body tightly. I looked around the house and just then, Zyaire walked into the living room, scratching the scruff of his neck as he yawned. The first thing I noticed was that his hair was a mess and his eyes were red and swollen. Zyaire had been crying."Zyaire," he halted, then slowly raised his eyes to look at me. His eyes looked lifeless. "Hi," I greeted. He looked at me coldly, then quietly continued walking."Zayne won't be able to see you now, he's busy. You can wait in his room or wait here if you wish,""What is he doing?" I asked, walking over to join him on the couch. "He sounded very miserable on the phone– your Mom, how is she?""She's alive for now,"I smacked his shoulder scoldingly. "Don't say it like that. You'll make me nervous,"He chuckled. At least I managed to pull that from him.
Starliss' viewpointIf I already didn't have a goal for my future, I would have considered becoming an actress. Masking my emotions, and pretending to be someone that I am not is a huge part of me and I'm greatly skilled at it. I'm not blowing my own horns here, I am proudly stating facts.I watched as Larissa's eyes darkened involuntarily. She was incredibly softhearted when it came to Neo but she was merciless if anyone touched Odette. Anyone being able to hurt Odette and Tristan was the height of her rage. She might not always react with anger, but she always makes the right decision when they are hurt in any way. The moment I saw the dark expression on her face, I couldn't fight back the smile I knew she wouldn't notice.Larissa turned around and walked out. I followed her quietly but stopped at the door, making sure to hide myself but look between the cracks. She knocked on the window of Neo's sports car and tapped her foot impatiently. It was something she did unconsciously when