Kendall"Get out!" Lance voice boomed through the door. A few seconds later a young woman ran out in tears."What did that poor girl do for you?" I asked as I walked in. He looked up at me from his computer screen."Nothing," he replied, rubbing his forehead. I placed the casserole dish on the table. He gave me a flirtatious smile. "You look beautiful today sweetheart.""So, I looked ugly yesterday?""You are not about to put me in this situation." he chuckled. He got up from his chair and walked towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Can I kiss you now that you've seen for yourself that I'm free from aids despite being a whore?" I rested my forehead against his chest and laughed, then I looked up at him.I had followed him to get tested at the doctor. Maybe I wasbeing paranoid, but him having so many sexual partners was a call for concern. Luckily, to my relief, he was safe, which means I am safe. Now we could have sex anytime, anywhere and my mind didn't have make-up scenari
LanceHave you ever had a bad dream, and after waking up you are sure something terrible is going to happen? The past two weeks have been crazy. Nightmares were presenting themselves every time I closed my eyes, and it was the same dream repeatedly. it played on my mind like a violin. There I was, standing in the middle of the road when suddenly,I was running breathlessly while I was being chased by a man. Fun fact, he had no head, and the knife in his hand appeared so sharp it glistened ...But I do not believe in dreams, so this should not bother me?"Here is your package sir." I took the bag from the woman and looked inside, ensuring they were the right size."Thank you." I said smiling. As I was about to walk off, she leaned over the counter,"Do enjoy your night to the fullest and thank you for making it Maxies.""Sure." Weird.The traffic back home was heavy.I had hopes of making love to Kendall tonight, but although I called her on the phone with hopes she would not fall asleep
THE PAST BEFORE A TRAGIC THINGS HAPPENEDI stare outside the window as the cab speeds off to Los Angeles City. The sun casts its ray toward the glass, making me wince. The song from my favorite Band, SB19, pounds in my ears as I listen to it on my iPad mini. I can't help the smile on my face, excitement building up inside me. In a week, I'll be starting college -- and what could be better than living college life with my big brother?I know that some people might think it's weird. How can I have freedom if we enroll at the same university? He's in his third year now, and I'm a freshman. Now is the right time to experience new things and explore another world, so we don't need another bodyguard. But trust me, I can't complain about my brother. Truth is, I can have fun with him, and that's even better.A smile forms on my lips as I remember his promise to me that he would show me everything about my new university, what things it can offer, his friends and the town. Everything I've misse
I gulp. My throat feels dry. Can we just talk about how beautiful those amber eyes are? I feel like I’m drowning in them. I’m petrified even though no one has cast me a’Petrificus Totalus spell. Yep, I still remember how Hermione Granger did that to Neville Long bottom. The guy who is gripping my wrist looks irritated because I just disturbed his sleep, but then his expression softens as he stares at me. “Cheska?” he whispers, his voice low, sending shivers down my spine. Or maybe it’s the fact that the handsome guy I’ve just met apparently knows my name and whispers it so softly. “I see that you two met each other.” My brother’s voice makes me jump, and the grip on my wrist is instantly gone. Drake stands in the foyer, a smirk on his face, his hands in his pockets. I straighten up, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. The guy turns around, facing Drake. “Prince, Cheska.” He introduces me. “Cheska, Prince.” My eyes widen. So, this is Prince. The best friend I’ve never met be
"So, what do you think?" Prince asks, a smile tugging at his lips. "About what?" "This place." I sigh, looking around. "Crowded." I don't have any other words to describe, admitting that the place might be the most happening spot in town right now. Again, a group of girls peer at me from the corner of the room, catching my attention. "Am I doing a sin or what? It feels so hot in here, with all those glares shot in my direction." I fan myself with my hand. Prince turns his head towards the girls, making them abruptly look away. He faces me again with a smirk on his face. "Don't worry. I'm not dating any of them." "I can't believe a guy like you can stay single," I blurt out, recalling Drake's conversation with a girl named Alexa a while ago, only to regret it later. It might sound like a cheap pick-up line from any girls, but really, I genuinely think that way. Every girl would line up to become Prince girlfriend. Not me, of course. I'm not interested in developing my feelings fo
Today is my first day at New York University. I walk along the corridor of my new campus, feeling slightly nervous about the new atmosphere, but mostly excited about this new chapter of life. Drake left earlier in the morning because he had football practice. I can't wait to watch his team plays. Already liking the air here, I inhale a deep breath, a smile touching my lips. Being a college student brings a new sense of freedom I haven't experienced before. It's like I'm not entirely under my parents' radar anymore. Stepping into my first calculus class, I notice that some students are already taking their seats in the lecture hall. I decide to take one of the front rows. Right. I don't want to miss my first lecture. My other classmates may be way more brilliant than I am. Chill, Cheska. Damn. You're becoming a freak again. I can't help it. It's normal to become nervous on my first day in college, right? While I'm putting out my notebook from my backpack, a girl flops herself on th
It has only been two days after my first day at New York University, and here I am, stuck in the house, doing assignments in the living room. I do have much more free time -- compared to when I was in high school -- but there are a lot more modules I have to catch up to. Geez. I wish I could be more laid back and didn't have to be a perfectionist when it comes to studying. I should be strolling around the town with Kyla, perhaps, grabbing some pizzas or going shopping at the mall. I glance at the clock. 11 pm. Where is Drake? He's not back yet, and I don't remember him telling me that he had a football practice today. Maybe he's having a date. I blow a sigh, placing my chin on the table. The doorbell rings, and my mood brightens up. Here he comes. 'Coming." I hum, tottering toward the door. When I open it, I'm surprised to find Prince standing by the door. "Hey." He smirks, and I feel butterflies in my stomach. The fact that he's wearing a white shirt with a black leather jacket
I'm on my way to make breakfast when I decide to check on Drake again. After what happened last night, I'm pretty sure that he'll have a hangover once he wakes up. The morning sun has risen, casting its ray upon his face. He's still sleeping. I climb on the bed and sit beside him, staring at him, crossing my arms on my chest. Then his eyelids flicker, and a few moments later, he opens his eyes. He abruptly sits up and backs off, his back smacking the headboard. "You're scaring me," he barks. I must have looked like a ghost. "Spill it." I glower at him. "What?" he rasps, squinting his eyes before squeezing them shut. He curses. His head must be spinning. "Last night," I say. "What was that all about?" He groans, touching his head. "Shit. I was knocked out, wasn't I?" "Uh-huh." "I got carried away." "For what?" I ask. "What celebration?" I go straight to the point. He laughs, closing his eyes, looking like he doesn't even believe that it's happening. "My internship." My eyes