Briar's POVThe day was already started and we were in our room, getting ready. Mrs. Jones gave all the students exactly one hour and wanted us to report to her soon. Since the weather was a bit colder, I decided to wear my black short leather jacket, paired with black skinny jeans and a grey turtle neck, with my feet adorned with my black doc Martens lace up boots. The outfit looked minimalistic, but at the same time it wasn’t; a major reason why it was my favourite attire. I was almost ready when Ariana tapped my shoulder."Keep my phone in your bag, my nail paint is still not dry." She said making a cute face, as she blew air over her nails."I told you to put it earlier. See mine." I smiled, showing my red painted nails to her."Ugh! You know, I'm careless. Now, keep it, please?" She said pointing towards the table. I shook my head and picked her phone up. Suddenly our doorbell rang and Charlotte went to see it. The person who came in was one of our classmates, Jess, short for Jes
Briar's POV"Holy shit, he looks so hot!" Bianca whispered in Charlotte's ear."Shut up! He might hear you." Charlotte said pinching her shoulder lightly."Girls you ready? There's no teacher here, right now. We can talk to them for a few minutes, but we have to meet near the entrance after exactly twenty minutes. Got it?" Ariana said looking at her watch.Everyone nodded but I was still lost in the thoughts of Mr. Wilson getting mad at me, but Ariana tapped my shoulder bringing me back to reality."Got it Briar?!" She asked me and I nodded.'I knew exactly what to do, but in a much more real sense, I had no idea what to do'- Michael Scott from The Office.Yes, that's me right now.That's me because I genuinely didn't know what I would do with that guy. It was like you were assigned some work, but you have no courage or interest to do it nicely. I walked in the guy's direction and soon saw him much clearer and nearer. Not going to lie, he was really cute. Just like any other handsome
Gareth's POVTemper is a glass that holds tons of stones, which have the tendency of moving and breaking this jar of patience. While I tried as hard to not be vexed, something inside me itched when I saw her with that guy. Almost as if losing something I never even had for myself to begin with, she eloped with him like dust in air.Was I angry? Yes, very.I knew very well that these girls would take advantage of Dom's words. So, I was alert about everything they were thinking and planning. As soon as we left the girls they went away with those boys, because no matter how swift they were, I could sense how far they could possibly go. I wouldn’t deny that a part of me shambled when I saw Briar’s friends talking to that group of guys, because as I assumed in my head, perhaps she was also a part of that conversation? I never saw her though.It was all good until I saw that boy holding Briar's hand and pulling her upstairs. Yes, I couldn't stand some other guy touching her, other than me.
Gareth's POV"What?" I said as I was utterly shocked.I didn't expect this answer. More so, she likes me back? Meaning from past these days, she was also feeling the exact same way? Her heart also dropped every time she saw me? I also gave her butterflies? I was feeling like a teenager who has been asked out by his all-time crush. A tinge of embarrassment made it worse for me to imagine anything further.But I still couldn’t get over her answer and knowing this was not good added up to my unwillingness to question ahead. We simply couldn't be a thing; we can't date each other. I can't let her stay with me, just because I like her. But she likes me too, which just made it worse. Remembering what Dominic said earlier and knowing that my decision would affect her present and future. Moving ahead simply meant ruining her life."I like you too." She repeated without making eye contact, I could sense her blushing."But we can't date each other." I said bluntly and suddenly her expressions c
Briar's POVWhen I got inside the elevator, I saw myself in the mirror. My neck was covered with love bites, and my lips were puffy. I blushed as a ticklish sensation spread across my body. His liking of me still fascinates me. Is this a dream? Does the most fantastic and gorgeous man I've been crushing on likes me too? Even so, is that possible? And I still find it difficult to accept that he asked me first! I was really floating on cloud nine.I exited the elevator as soon as it opened. No one was in the lobby because it was late at night. Everything was extremely quiet. All I could hear as I went was the sound of my shoes hitting the ground. I ran back to my room since the silence and the chill in the air made me feel uneasy. It wasn't too far to the elevator, but for some reason I was finding it incredibly difficult to make the trip.My stride quickened, and I made it to our room without delay. After knocking, I saw that the door had already been opened. I hoped when I went inside
Briar's POV It's been almost a week since our trip ended and it was quicker than expected. Time flew fast, I don't think I'd forget even a second of this entire trip. It was probably the best one ever. Most unforgettable one. Of course, it's memorable because I enjoyed so much, met Dominic and also started dating a handsome man. I know I was exaggerating about the last part. It has not even been a week since we started going out and he already has been giving me gifts. Yesterday, he got me my favourite chocolates, because I just randomly said that it's been long and I haven't had them. He takes care of little details and listens to everything I say. Though we usually don’t have much conversations, we are enjoying our time together. It was a new experience for me and I was liking it a lot. It's like he's making me fall in love with him even more, as every hour passes by. >> Well, it was another day and as usual I was excited to see my boyfriend. We all gathered in the assembly hall
Briar's POVDays have passed since we last truly interacted. His recent busyness has been primarily due to the yearly interschool and house tournaments. The literary club, the theatre, and other clubs were all involved in a lot of activities. The whole school was like a gigantic carnival, and we were all obviously having a good time. We either prepare for or hold competitions every day. As a result, everyone in the school is busy with something.It was late at night; I was still working on a project at my desk. Even though I still had time to finish it, I chose to do so today, because my drowsy baby form still hadn’t taken over; fortunately.I had some chocolate in my hand, which motivated me to finish my work without feeling drowsy or bored. I thought back to the day he handed me these chocolates as I licked my lips. He constantly asks me to use the random items he gives me so he can continue to get me even more gifts. For the past about four weeks of us dating, he has given me choco
Gareth's POVI can't help but admit that a strong scent of her in my sweatshirt is still present, but I don't mind. Last night, I kept my sweatshirt that she wore, close to me as I imagined how utterly blissful her presence would be. How wonderful it would be to sleep with her every night. I enjoy looking after her. I get delighted just thinking about spoiling her. I'm not sure how that's even feasible.I wouldn't be able to meet her because it was the weekend. I was working in my office, but I couldn't stop thinking about how I wouldn't see her face today, which upset me. Everything becomes so easy when she's in my reach, when I know I'd be able to hold her soon. I don't understand how she does that. How her presence feels the most peaceful place to be in. Touching her soft skin is so satisfying.Every time I consider her, I struggle with my identity. Am I acting appropriately? Am I stalling her future? Am I the correct person for her? 'The one' for her, am I?These questions seem to
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