Aria's POV."That was amazing." I panted heavily, trying to catch my breath. He smiled and stood back up, his forehead laid against mine, and we stared at each other's eyes. "I love you so much, Aria." He muttered under his breath, the look in his eyes in agreement with his words. "I love you too." I flashed him a warm. Surprisingly, he shook his head in disagreement. "Don't say "too" it feels like you are agreeing with me," I couldn't hold back my chuckle. "I love you Ryan." He smiled and reclaimed my lips in an intense kiss. "We should go to bed now before someone walks in." I muttered, breaking the kiss. As much as I was having a good time, something in me keeps getting scared. "No, I'm not done with you, love." He winked. Lifting up my skirt this time, to my waist. He grabbed hold of my panties and slowly slid them over my hips and down my legs. He moved closer between my legs, and teased my clit with his cock, spreading my wetness over my entrance."Fuck." He mutter
Aria's POV."What the flipping fuck is going on here?" Nadia's voice suddenly echoed through the kitchen. No! It's officially over for Ryan and I.We quickly scrambled away from each other, hustling to drag our clothes on."What the fuck?" She continued to scream."Nadia, it's not what you think." I stuttered, completely confused about the words to say to her at this moment.I knew this was going to happen, I had that lingering thought that someone might walk in on us, I tried to warn Ryan but he was carried away, and so was I, now look where that got us. What lie exactly am I going to tell Nadia to convince her that nothing happened when she obviously saw everything."What in God's name do you really think that I'm thinking right now?" She fired back at me."Hey chill out, bring your voice down, the people upstairs might hear you." Ryan suddenly butted in."Shut your trap, Ryan, if you didn't want anyone to find out about your disgusting secret, you wouldn't have done it her." She
Aria's POV. Ryan and I dragged our luggages down the living room. It was obvious that we were in a rush to leave. I, particularly was in a rush to leave.I couldn't even join Nadia in the room last night after what happened, how do I even face her? What if she gets irritated by seeing my face and decides to spill the beans immediately?Ryan and I passed the night in the living room, far away from each other though. Last night has taught us a great lesson that would take an eternity to erase. If only Ryan listened to me and allowed us to go home, this wouldn't have happened. I wasn't putting any blame on him per say, I just wished we could have avoided this situation. Do many things were at stake now.Apart from Nadia exposing our secret, we have also each lost our relationship with her, she looked genuinely disappointed last night. If only things had happened differently. it was obvious that even if we come clean to everyone just like she wants, her disgust will never subside an
Aria's POV. I walked out of my door, fully dressed for school, almost immediately, I ran into Ryan along the passageway, heading downstairs. He had a little frown in his face. Well, it has been that way with us since our secret got partially leaked."Hey, good morning, sunshine." He winked, his frown slightly wiping off."Hey." I muttered weakly. "Let's go down for breakfast." I turned around and started heading downstairs. "Really? No morning hug or kiss?" He blurted following behind."Ryan please, not now." We walked into the dining to find Dad already seated, having his breakfast, fully prepared for work. "Dad, so early?" Ryan asked, sitting down close to him. "Yeah, I have a business meeting to attend in few minutes," Dad replied. "Good morning Dad." I greeted, taking a seat at the extreme end of the dining table. There has been this sizzling feeling of guilt that has overcome me since Ryan and I got caught by Nadia. It feels like if I don't keep my distance, I might end
Aria's POV.I turned around to see him standing behind me, a slight frown smeared on his face.I was thankful for not doing anything with Ryan in the car earlier, else he would have seen everything. What is really going on? The entire universe seem to be working hard to get us exposed. First, it was Nadia, now Jeremy, who would be next? Mom and Dad? I hope not. "Jeremy, what's wrong, you look pissed." I said, tracing my steps towards him."That is because I am, actually," he spat. Okay, what is going on? Nadia doesn't have any slightest idea about him so she couldn't have told him about what happened. "Uhm.. why are you pissed?" I was trying so hard not to stutter as I spoke, scared of what he might say next. "You know if you don't love me, you could have easily said so and I will move on, rather than ignoring me this much." His voice came out rigid and stern, I have never heard him speak to me that way before. Of course he is pissed. I have been so caught up with my affair w
Aria's POV. I laid weakly on my bed, rolling from edge to edge as different thoughts ran through my head. I have decided to heed to my friends advice, they are right anyway.Won't it be better to tell our parents everything ourselves than to get outed and leave them disappointed and pained. They will be disappointed still when we tell them, but it will be so much better than finding out from someone else or themselves even.Maybe that way, we could talk things through, there might be something we could collectively do other than to keep hiding and risking everything. My heart wouldn't stop beating so hard as I tried to imagine their reaction, I mean, it's not everyday your children walk up to you and confess about having a secret affair with each other under your nose. I tried so hard not to imagine it because of how excruciatingly painful it is, but the images lived rent free in my head. The disappointed look on Mom's face as she cried uncontrollably. No, heaven knows that I do
Aria's POV. "Aria, are you still in bed?" I heard Mom's voice outside my room door. "I'm not in bed Mom, I'm preparing for school already," I blurted, still laying sprawled out on the bed, my gaze fixed on the ceiling. I really don't feel like going to school, how do I face Ryan with everything that is going on? And then Jeremy?How about Eleanor?And Nadia?I'm truly fed up of everything already, I want an out so badly. I just really want to leave my life so stressfree, to love unconditionally and be loved in return as well. Not the unending drama that is going on. A sudden knock on my door jolted out of my trance. I knew it was him. I decided not to say anything, that way, he might think I'm deep asleep or rather preparing for school and leave. Instead, I heard the door creak open and he walked in. He was already dressed up for school."Ryan, I could be naked, you can't just walk into my room without permission." I snapped. "Girl, I have seen all I need to see, so it's n
Aria's POV. "Let's do it then," he shrugged and my gaze widened "Are you sure about this?" I asked to make sure my ears didn't hear him incorrectly. "Whatever makes you happy Aria, if telling Mom and Dad is going to make you happy then I have no choice."I exhaled a deep breath, my heart beating hard against my chest. Are we really going to do this? "It's going to be extremely difficult, we need to be prepared because it might not turn out well, it might get really messy," he blurted."What if it goes well? Do you think it might go well? Maybe they won't take it so badly right?" I raised my brows at him."Absolutely not." He chuckled dryly. "It's not everyday your kids walk up to you and confess their feelings for each other, it's never going to go well Aria, what do you expect them to do? Hug us warmly and give us a pat on the back each? Then give us their blessings for engaging in something so unacceptable? Think again girl." I stared blankly at him without saying a word. He wa
Ryan's POV.It had been days. Days since Ryan had disappeared from my life, leaving nothing but an empty hole where my heart used to be. I could still feel the echoes of his presence, haunting the corners of the house, in the space where his laughter used to ring, in the quiet that used to be filled with his voice. But now, everything felt hollow. I hadn’t heard from him since that video, that live confession. And with every passing moment, the silence grew louder, consuming me more and more until I couldn’t tell where I ended and the emptiness began.I sat on the floor in the far corner of my room, my knees drawn up to my chest, arms wrapped tightly around them as if I could protect myself from the overwhelming emptiness that consumed me. The walls felt like they were closing in. The quiet, the stillness, it suffocated me. My mind wouldn’t let me escape the thoughts of him. Of what he said. Of what he did. Of what he could have done to escape this nightmare.My heart kept trying to
Aria's POV.I didn’t think. I just ran.My feet slammed against the cold floor of the hallway as I hurtled down the stairs, my heart racing, pounding in chaotic rhythm. It was as though my entire body was trying to escape the terror and helplessness that consumed me, trying to outrun the suffocating fear that had taken over my mind. My thoughts were a blur, a haze of desperate urgency, but they all had one single, overpowering focus: Ryan.I had to find him. I had to stop him.I absolutely don't know where he is or where to find him but one thing was sure, I will get him back.The words from his confession echoed in my head, over and over again: “I’m leaving. I’ll disappear.”No. He couldn’t. He couldn’t just leave me. Not after everything. Not after the bond we shared, the love, the years of quiet, stolen moments that had built up between us. Ryan was my everything. He was my protector, my constant, the one person who had never looked at me with judgment, never turned his back on me,
Aria’s POV. my heart pounded against my ribcage, each beat echoing in my ears like a warning. Something felt wrong... deeply wrong. I couldn't quite place it, but it clawed at my insides. The silence in the house was unnerving, oppressive, like the air itself had thickened. The usual heated house filled with laughter and happiness was absent since the day Ryan and I got outed, but today's emptiness felt different. It was as if the whole house had been drained of sound, leaving behind only an unsettling stillness.My eyes darted nervously over the hallway as I reached Ryan’s door. My hand trembled slightly as I pushed it open, the door creaked softly and I stepped inside, expecting to find him lounging on the bed, headphones in, oblivious to the world as he has been doing since the whole scandal. But when I looked around, my stomach sank.His room was completely… empty.The bed was made finely as though no one has laid on it for a while, the edges of the blanket smooth. The chair at h
Aria's POV.I laid lifelessly on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. I could tell my eyes has gotten swollen and red from crying, but no matter how much I tried, the tears wouldn’t stop threatening to spill over again. I curled up tightly under my blanket, trying to block out the whirlwind of emotions threatening to consume mr. It's the second day of my suspension and it felt like it had already lasted a lifetime, and the thought of enduring this for two weeks was unbearable.The silence in the house was oppressive, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioning. I have been replaying every moment of the ordeal in my mind, trying to understand how things had spiraled so far out of control. I wanted so desperately for things to go back to how they were, to have my parents' love and trust again, and for the world to stop feeling like it was closing in on me. Each time I thought I had run out of tears, a fresh wave of sorrow would crash over me, leaving me sobbing into my pill
Aria's POV.The first day of suspension dawned heavy and suffocating for me. I spent most of the morning curled up on my bed, my pillow damp from hours of crying. My mind raced with every possible thought... how I could move past the scandal, how I could ever face the world again, how Mom and Dad seemed unshakable. Every avenue of thought led me back to despair, a cycle that felt inescapable.By mid afternoon, the silence in the house grew unbearable. I sat up, my head pounding from the endless tears, and decided to try reaching out to Mom and Dad, they didn't go to work too because of the questioning glared that has extended to them too.Perhaps if I showed them that I was genuinely remorseful, they might soften, even just a little. Wiping my face, I took a deep breath and sauntered downstairs.The living room was entirely quiet, the tension from the night before still lingering in the air. Mom sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone with a tight lipped expression, while Dad st
Aria's POV.The air was thick with tension as I stood with my friends one last time. Christie, and Josh. Christie clinged tightly onto my arm as though if she let go, I'll vanish into the thin air and she won't see me again.“You’ll text us, right?” her voice cracked as she asked, her hands still gripping my arms tightly.I forced a nod, my throat tightening. “I will,” I whispered, though the lump in my throat made speaking almost impossible. “I promise.”Josh's eyes were red-rimmed as he tried to put on a brave face. “It’s only two weeks,” he said, his voice trembling. “When you come back, this whole thing will be old news. People will have moved on.”“Yeah,” Christie added, though her wavering smile betrayed her uncertainty. “You’re stronger than all of this, Aria. Don’t let them win.”I stared at my friends, my heart aching with sorrow. They didn’t deserve to be dragged into this mess, yet here they were, standing by my side despite everything. I hugged them one by one, holding on
Aria's POV.I stood broken in the hallway, still trying to piece myself back together after Jeremy had stormed out of my life. My chest felt hollow, my breaths shallow, as though the weight of the world had collapsed on my shoulders. Around me, a swirl of chaos brewed: murmured gossip, disdainful stares, and the cruel buzz of social media notifications flooding my phone. The hate comments...so relentless and dehumanizing.. felt like daggers aimed straight at my heart.“Aria!” Christie's voice pierced through the noise. My two best friends pushed through the growing crowd. Christie grabbed me by the shoulders, her eyes wide with worry. “Ignore them, okay? Just focus on us. They don’t matter.”“Yeah,” Josh chimed in, glaring at a group of students who had their phones out, whispering loudly enough for it to sting. “Seriously, people need to get a life. Pathetic.”Christie wrapped an arm around my waist, her tone soft but firm. “You’re not alone in this. We’ve got you.”I wanted to say
Aria's POV.I stepped out of class, Josh and Christie never left my side.My head was lowered as hateful whispers and biting comments buzzed around me like angry bees. My fingers clenched the straps of my backpack tightly, my knuckles white as I tried to ignore the venomous words hurled in my direction.“Disgusting.”“How could she?”“I can’t even look at her.”My chest felt heavy, and each step felt like wading through quicksand. The air seemed colder, harsher, as if even it turned against me. I kept my eyes fixed on the ground, praying I could make it to the parking lot without another confrontation.But then I saw him.Jeremy.He stood at the far end of the hallway, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw tight. His brown eyes, usually warm and inviting, now burned with a mix of betrayal and fury. He didn’t need to say a word; his expression alone was enough to stop me in my tracks. My breath hitched, and I swallowed hard, bracing myself for what was coming."We will give you a moment t
Aria's POV.The sunlight streamed through the my window as I squeezed my eyes open, but it did nothing to lift the gloom that hung over the house. I moved through my morning routines preparing for school with mechanical precision, the events of the previous night replaying endlessly in my mind.Fully dressed for school, I staggered towards the dinning, my heart beating hard against my chest. Reaching the dining, I hesitated for a moment in the doorway before stepping inside. Mom and Dad were present already, Mom at the sink, her back turned, and Dad facing his meal, although picking the food absentmindedly, it was obvious he was lost in his thoughts and the food before him isn't his focus at the moment.None of them looked up as I walked into the dining.Ryan walked in shortly, his steps slow and cautious. “Good morning,” he said tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper.I can't believe I forgot to greet, well, who wouldn't in this situation?I watched closely as Mom's hand froz