Briar's POVIt was a big day; I could sense it in the air. Our twenty first Annual day celebration, we had been practicing for a very long time for. I wouldn't have been very excited but that day I was, because I was also performing. Yes, I was dancing in one of the most amazing performances of our entire show.Taken into consideration how I had never really participated in such performance-based acts, I was a nervous mess somehow managing to stay intact. When I told Mrs. Jones that I also wanted to participate in the dance, she agreed and asked our dance trainer to let me in. and because I did practice hard, I was assigned to be one of the main dancers. Yes, practice surely helped and of course I always loved dancing.Another reason why I was very excited is that my parents are also coming to see my performance. I know they love me a lot that's why they took a flight and were attending the occasion, just to see me perform. Because our programme was on a Tuesday, my parents landed in
Briar's POVAs we bowed everyone clapped and cheered for us. I was extremely happy as I did my part perfectly. I went inside the curtains and everyone gave us a thumbs up. I was happy. Felt like an achievement and it certainly was.But now the real challenge was up. I had to change my dress. My friends were waiting for me with the bag. We quickly went to the changing room and I hurriedly took off my dress as I wore the next one, inside a room. But when I was taking off my T-shirt, I felt like someone was staring at me. I turned around and no one was there. It felt weird. You know, when you feel somebody’s eyes on you, your body automatically gives you an indication and you become alert.Same happened with me.My eyes travelled to the window, but nobody was there to be found. I was sceptical also because the room was extremely huge and someone hiding in one of the curtains is something that’s very much possible. But I, quickly, putting that thought away, changed into my dress. And of c
Gareth's POVThe show was a huge success, just like I knew it would be. The students had put up a great show. I was proud for being able to handle it, although most of the work was not done by me, I still was happy. Confetti spread across the entire field, I saw some workers removing easily movable equipment back inside while the main stage and other heavy items were planned to be moved back the next day.I was a little farther away with a teacher checking the item count, when I saw Briar going towards the changing room. I would’ve followed her immediately, but two very important thoughts came in my mind. One, why am I going there? And two, even if I go, what will I do?So, I decided to ignore it for the time being. I shook my head knowing how quickly she filled my brain and how intrigued I was to follow her. She always does that with my head. I don’t even know how long I was staring at her during the performances, as if she was the only one dancing.Her presence like serene moonlight
Gareth's POVI went to the guest quarter, where Briar was. The teachers didn't send her back to her dorm. They said that even her friends can't know, because if they do, a major chance of their parents getting to know about this situation was also possible, which the school authorities, at least, wanted to refrain them from knowing. Though I didn’t like the idea at all, I still had to comprehended, unwillingly.I entered the room and saw Briar laying down on the bed, she didn't notice me coming in. Though I tiptoed to her bed, trying not to disturb her thinking she was sleeping, I accidentally made a little sound and she woke up, clenching to the sheets, which clearly showed how frightened she was. She looked at me but still her pale face didn't change.Witnessing her in a situation like this, I felt horrible and a part of me was heating up in exasperation. Diving in an ocean of pure guilt and grieve, I hated the fact that I couldn’t keep her safe. It made me agitated and I was blamin
Gareth's POVWe came back (with nobody catching us, thankfully) and I sent Briar to the guest room. She seemed livelier than before and I was happy to see that. Obviously, as promised, the first thing I did when we came back was giving her the medicine and made sure she was comfortable in the guest quarters.When she looked at me and smiled, the thought of kissing her emerged in my head. Again. I couldn't look away. Her smile looked tempting, as if it was calling me. Her eyes were fixed on me and I couldn’t even try to remove mine. She looked like an angel, beautiful and elegant.Her lips were plum and red, like always, and she licked them again, which made something inside me, tingle. I wanted to kiss them, suck on them. I wanted to make her mine. I wanted her to give each and every pleasure I am capable of giving. I wanted to feel her, touch her, pull her close to me and kiss every single spot on her body. My thoughts in that moment were simply unholy and somehow, I couldn’t stop th
Gareth's POVI have looked at the clock at least five times in the past minute. Interestingly I have never done that before. Why was I doing it? Yes, I was impatiently waiting for her, when I even don't know what I should think. Would she come? Or maybe not? Why was I even expecting? I know she won't come. Why would she want to hang out with me? I mean there’s no reason she would and I asked her without thinking. What if she wasn’t even in the mood or was just sick? But then again, my eyes went to the clock and again that ticklish sensation started in my stomach.Just a little thought of her, hanging out with me, was making me horribly nervous. And what if she actually comes? What if something happens between us? My heart was beating a little faster at the thought. What the hell is wrong with me? But what if she also feels this weird attraction towards me? I don't even know whether I should wait for her or not.Even though I kept myself captivated with the thought of her never coming
Briar's POVHe held me by my waist and sucked on my lip harder. The situation was a lot more anticipated yet a thrill was covering my senses. It felt like I was dying to be touched by him. His existence, like an alluring scent made me fall into his arms like an abandoned puzzle piece which peculiarly fitted. I was shocked but I couldn't resist because I was willingly letting him kiss me. After a few seconds I found myself kissing him as well, as if it was a natural occurrence.Our lips moved in sync. A proof that I gave in so easily. He tasted so good, just like I had always imagined. He moved me so easily according to his body, taking access of my lips without even making me feel any change. His grip around my waist was getting tighter while my hands rested on his shoulders. I liked how perfectly we both responded to the touch. I felt his tongue making his way in my mouth and something between my legs throbbed making me weak under my waist.I held his shirt tighter as I experienced m
Gareth's POVAfter she left that day, I still remember clearly how I fell on the couch, stunned and astonished. I kissed her. I fucking kissed a girl who was my student. A girl who was half my age. I closed my eyes and cursed myself. My breath still gets uneasy and my heart starts beating faster the moment I think about our kiss.Though it was just a kiss but she felt so different. It's like I was kissing someone for the first time. Yes, I admit I haven’t had any relations for a long time but she surely was just incomparable. Her lips felt so amazing against mine and I wanted to keep kissing them. As attractive as a human could possibly be, I couldn't control myself around her. But I still can’t put in words how radiant she looked. Her image was still very clear in my head.I still was in disbelief. How could I do something like that to a student of mine? But no matter how wrong I was, in that moment, I didn't want her to go, I wanted her to stay. But I had no courage to stop her when
Briar's POVI looked up at the sky thinking to myself, how I would miss this soft fragrance of the freshness of this place. Sounds cliché as it is, but I can't possibly forget the memories of this neighbourhood. But the daylight was slowly dominating the ambience all across darkness I encountered.It's interesting to feel a strange harmony with this environment as if I'm deeply connected to it. I felt a huge load on my shoulders but at the same time I was relieved. My head was almost digging in the hand rest of the couch in the front yard, near our fireplace. The pain on the temple of my head felt nice as I waited for mom. Aurora invited my entire existence to start something new it seemed.We were leaving for the airport."Briar, is this your charger?" Mom asked, with a white adapter in her hand."Nah, mine is in my bag." I said pointing to my handbag on the table in front of me."Alright. Well, go to the car, dad is there. I'll be there in a minute." She said and went back inside.I
Briar's POVI held her tightly, burying my head further in her neck. I tried pouring out all that I had inside in the form of tears, but unexpectedly lamenting didn't change the dense feeling. I felt my chest filled, and the feeling of guilt was still the dominant one. Mom made me sit on the bed, taking a seat in front of me. The environment was a bit better now. Her soft hands touched mine as she made slight circles with her thumb on the top of my skin. I was calm and collected, definitely better than what I was a few hours ago."Since when do you him?" mom asked looking at me curiously.I gulped to make my dead dry throat a little soft. But even after trying to come up with an answer to her question, nothing but air came out of my mouth. I looked away, slightly biting my lip trying to gather some courage to answer."Uhm a f-few months." I said in a low voice."I see." Her usage of minimal words made my nervousness build up even more. I tried to hide it but who can possibly shield th
Briar's POVI could feel warm sunlight hitting my face as I walked in my neighbourhood. A place I loved hanging out at whenever I came back home in vacations. But today that road looked like a curse to walk on. Dad didn't utter a word to me the entire plane ride. Although he was completely silent, his words rang in my ears constantly. ‘I’m ashamed of you. I’m ashamed of you. I’m ashamed of you.’The more I considered it, the more I wanted to cry. I was being consumed internally by this guilt. Just because I followed my heart's desire, why have I had to endure so much sorrow and suffering?We arrived at the front gate after I dragged my feet around the driveway. I recall how this location had a distinct atmosphere only a few months ago. I was incredibly drawn to the slight scent of grass and the freshness. But right now, everything was excruciating, to even just sit there.I took a deep breath as mom quietly gestured me to come inside. I followed both of them inside, only to make the b
Briar's POVMy mind was occupied, I couldn't think about anything. I felt like my inner self was becoming numb as even the smallest sound in the room was ringing in my ears. It was an odd sensation. The fear was too strong. But I was also worried for him at the same time. Yes, it was illogical of me to worry about anyone other than myself at that time, yet I was unable to stop thinking about it. My hands kept shaking as though my body had lost all of its vigour.I could hear heels stomping on the wooden floor and the room felt chilly. Because of the deathly silence, I was sure of what the rumours were about and could hear every word in the area. Everyone was at leisure and had a current ‘hot’ issue to discuss. But I couldn't possibly care less. I had something more important to think about. My parents.I have no idea how I will respond to their questions. It would be an understatement to say that I was frightened because the thought of not being able to look them in the eyes while we
Briar's POVNext morning, I woke up all refreshed, expecting that a new day would be better. Although my body hurt, my mind was renewed, giving away how lazy I felt. It appeared as though my weekend's fatigue was still with me. I still continued to push myself as the memory of the last weekend hit me. I missed our little date, just when I woke up.Gretchen tapped my shoulder from behind as I was combing my hair. I turned around and grinned at her in anticipation of her asking me to mend her shirt or inform her of whether or not her uniform was in good condition, but she gave out a different vibe with her expression.I arched my brows in an effort to decipher the meaning behind her look. She was horribly composed while also being shocked. I was frightened since I couldn't read her face. As my breath became uneasy, a sudden feeling of unease crept across my entire body."Gretchen, what is it?" I asked her and she looked at me as her breath became deeper.It felt as if she doesn't know h
Briar’s POVIt had been a few days to our argument and even now, whenever Gretchen finds me going to meet him, a sheer displeasure on her face sits like a crown. Obviously, she wasn’t satisfied with the conversation we had that day, but her situation was helpless, because I wouldn’t stop, and she couldn’t stop me either. Though, a huge part of me felt bad for not being able to talk to her nicely ever since, at least now my relationship wasn’t totally hidden.Gretchen managed to cover up for whenever I went missing and I was taking good advantage of it. I didn’t lie to myself and shamelessly admitted how this temporary arrangement in my head seemed like a beautiful fashion. I was succumbing Gretchen to my plan, and everything sat pretty in my brain and he was becoming a part of every word I had with Gretchen.Like a lost being in a dense forest following a sole energy in order to escape the chaos of life, I was floating in his addiction. Within a stretch of over a month and a half, Gar
Briar's POV"Are you crazy?!" Gretchen frowned at me. She clearly looked extremely annoyed.She was the one who knocked on the door and as assumed by my intuitions, she knew about me and Mr. Wilson's relationship. I wonder how? But if I ask her at the moment, she'd probably beat the shit out of me. Yes, she would, not even kidding. I had nothing to defend myself with, because no matter how much I try to normalize this, our relationship can never be accepted by people. At least not initially."Do you have any idea what you are doing?!" Gretchen asked angrily and my face was down in embarrassment. "Answer me, Briar! Your silence won't clear my confusion." Her voice reflected the motherly disappointment and sisterly concern.I struggled to find the right words to respond, but it was impossible. What was there left for me to say to her? Who is she to comment on my relationship, should I say? I would go ahead if I wanted her to scream and possibly murder me in the process. She was simmerin
Briar's POVSince it was the weekend, I was in the dorm. Never have I wanted a weekend to end so soon. However, this time was unique. I tried to meet him—but was unable to. I tried to see him—but was unable to. I kept checking my phone as I tried to get the will to text him but did not want to bother him. Why would he make time for me when he has so much else to do? Even though I know he cares for me, I do not want to bother him only because I missed him because he might be busy. A little too much.I sat on the desk, completing my history assignment because everyone had already submitted but Mrs. Jones had granted me two more days to submit my work because I was busy with other student council duties. Though I had time, I was determined to do my work before time as to maintain a good reputation in front of her.It had always been my utmost admiration for her that interests me in the subject even more. Perhaps my everlasting crush on her just never seems to stray me off my path. I stil
Briar’s POV“Do you like churros?”“Hm?” He looked up at me, while I was leaning on his desk in front of him. Almost ten o’clock late at night and he was still working in his office. He usually asks me to hang out with him, even when he has work, which makes my heart warm.“We can make them together.”“You want to?”“Hmm.” I smiled and he chuckled.“You need to stop being so cute.” I could not help but chuckle when he poked my nose. “Have you made them before?” He asked.“What if I say no?”“Then I’ll have to order a pizza as well.” He said making me chuckle and continued, “ugh, I love making you laugh.”“Do you?” I said and made my way over to him, while he just watched my movement and after reaching near him, I sat on his lap. Wrapping my arms around his neck and noticing his arms circling around my waist like an automatic movement made me blush.“I actually love it more, when you do this.” He said and I kissed his cheek.“Oh, this is my favourite part.”“Really?” I said and kissed