The chill of the water sunk into my skin, for a moment drowning the sting I felt seconds ago. I grabbed more water from the kitchen sink into my cupped hands, washing the tears off my face, while more threatened to pour out. What exactly is it about this guy that pulls and calls me all the time? I ought to have learnt my lessons by now, yet, for some reason, I have chosen to be stubborn over again, ignoring the messages passed to me. The tears rushed to my eyes once more, the pain of his words stinging my heart.I swallowed hard, wanting to think about anything but that particular person. That same person who gets a hold of me now and then, who gets me wanting to figure out more.How could I have been so foolish?.....All this while, he was only using me, and even compared me with them.I was nothing like them. Maybe you are. My subconscious said. "You better be quiet" I said out loud. "Nia" The call my of my name, snapped me out the swirl of thoughts, eyes peering out the kitchen
It was the start of a new week, and I was more than glad to resume school. I had pretty much adapted to Greenville High, and everything seemed about normal now. The past few days that came, I tried my best avoiding Cameron. Be he in the living room, I would proceed to clean up another place. I even begged Denna once to help me clean his room, all because I avoiding running into him. She passed on a suspicious look, when I pleaded with her to clean his room, throwing ninety nine questions at me, as to why I didn't wanna clean his room, and I just lied. After much pleas, she finally agreed to it. I did succeed in avoiding him for the weekend, and I only hoped it would go on. Here I was now in school, praying I wouldn't run into him, not even his back. Students were scrambling about in the hall, and seeming like a proper student, I joined in. I made way to my locker, prying it open to grab some books, and right then I heard a voice behind me. Bright long hair and light brown e
The day seemed really long. Eyes glancing at my wristwatch once again to know the time, as every part of me was eager to get off this seat. Miss Clara, the history teacher wasn't even helping matters at all. At every word she uttered I could feel myself zoning out. I was over here in History class, and I must say it's the most ear-aching subject I've ever taken. Glancing at the students around me, some appeared to be sleeping off, some peered out the window, out looking the field ahead, others conversed with whoever was nearby, anything but paying attention to the history teacher was done at this very moment. The sound of the bell rang, got every student up their feet, a sigh escaping my lips at the save of break hour. Students hurried out of class at once, Miss Clara yelling for us to take a stop, yet, no one seemed to pay the woman any attention. Break hour meant break hour. Not even the authority of a teacher could stop the feet of food-longing students. "Don't forget your A
I walked into the Williams mansion, and at once I took notice of the figure of Cameron in the living room, a glass in his hands, while he gulped down the lot of drink in it. He turned to me the instant I walked in, eyes lingering on my figure. For a moment, I was glad to find him there. I sure needed to talk to him about what he said in school, cause ever since what happened, that very moment was all I thought about. "Cameron" I called his name, moving towards his figure. He paused at the sound of my voice, eyes staring on at me. "I know you weren't serious about the whole prom thing" I began, taking a brief pause in between my words "but I just wanted to thank you for saving me from that humili....." "I was being serious about it" He said interrupting me. "I meant what I said" He added. "You thought I was kidding?" He asked immediately. "Well I thought you asked me just to save me from.... You know.... Savannah and her friend" I spoke quietly. At my utterance, he moved few s
Day of prom....I ran to and fro in my bedroom, heart thumping while I checked the time, realising I had a few minutes left.Cameron would be here any second, and I still wasn't dressed. I had just stepped out of the shower, body dripping wet, while a stack of clothes was laid on my bed. Could I at least get myself in check at this very hour, all confusion could return afterwards, but certainly not now. Snatching my red lace panties off the dresser, I placed it on immediately, pairing it up with my strapless red lace bra. Moving over to the mirror hung on the wall in my room, I stared blankly at my reflection, my eyes accessing every bit of me. I looked a complete mess—Hair scattered all over the place, water dripping down my skin, eyes looking weak, I seemed to have given all hope, not until the arrival of my mom left a bit in my heart. She took in the state of the room, eyes widening in shock. "I'll pick them up" I said at once. Turning to my figure sat right in front of the
Cameron's POV..... My eyes lingered on her figure just as she emerged in to the living room. The dress firmly holding onto her body, hair falling in place, and that smile she flashed to me every now and then......I was dazed at the sight in front of me, how good she looked. Gaze slowly shifting from head to toe, taking in every bit of her, the adornments on her was just enough for my eyes to behold. She flashed a smile my way, but I just stared blankly at her, watching on. "Oh darling, you look beautiful" Her mom uttered at once, at the sight of the girl in front. "Thanks" I heard her whisper. Moving closer to me, her eyes still remained in mine, perhaps awaiting a word from me. "Can we go now?" I said almost immediately, shifting on my feet. I noticed the smile on her face fading at once, while her eyes just stared on at me.Proceeding out of the house, I got into my car, a weak sigh escaping my lips the instant I was relaxed in the carseat. While Jordan was still around in
Nia's POV... We got to Greenville High not long after leaving my house. Schools covered in large coloured balloons, floating in the air, perhaps with the help of helium. A large decorated banner hung right at the front of the school, stating the occasion. Like us, some students were just arriving. At once Cameron and I exited the car, making our way into the hall where the event was taking place. Figures moved around every now and then, boys and girls who had their arms linked with each other's, came into view, as everyone appeared stylishly dressed. Stealing a glance at Cameron, his hands remained fixed in his pockets, while his gaze was placed ahead. I sure wasn't expecting him to offer me his arm, he sure wouldn't do that. I ought to have learnt that by now. Right outside the hall of the event, was a large table holding the pictures of Savannah and Ashley. A little crowd circled the table, people choosing their candidates, and voting for whoever they pleased to. "I'll be ri
"Where are you driving to?" I questioned, eyes staring at the road ahead, while Cameron directed the car to a route that sure wasn't leading to my neighbourhood. "Home" Followed his response."I thought, you were gonna drop me at my house" I spoke"You can stay at mine" He stated, turning to have a glance at me for just a second. "Why?" I said almost immediately. "It's late already, and I can't drive all the way to your place at this time of the night" He uttered, tone taking a slight raise. "Cameron you have to take me home" I said to him at once. "I can't turn over, Nia" "This isn't the first time you're staying over, so why make it a deal?""I'm in my prom dress. I can't sleep in this" I stated one out of the many reasons I refused going back to the Williams' Mansion. "What exactly am I gonna wear tomorrow?" I added."Don't worry about that""I'll get something for you to wear" He spoke up"And for the night, I can give you one of my shirts" I heard him say, while a little c
"We can't let you through ma'am" My eyes were found gaping at the form away, holding onto such hostile air which exhumed from the fellow. "Sorry, what?""Mr. Holden has requested he best be left alone...He has informed us not to let anyone in" He clarified. "I work for him......at the company" My words barely had little effect on the man away, as that smug scowl still rested on his lips, with eyes holding a haze of trauma, and brute."We're gonna have to ask you to leave, young lady" He followed at once, motioning for me to step away. "It's important I see him, Sir" "You have to leave, Miss" "It's urgent" "I'd hate to repeat myself" "Come on!" My arms flung in the air, exasperation claiming the most of me."Ma'am, Please. You're creating a scene" My jaw had dropped without warning at his choice of words, eyes gaping on at him. "I'm creating a scene?" The scoff left my lips, gaze peering at that profile. "If you don't mind me asking, what's the name?" "Carl" He followed wit
And here we were, forms centered on the office floor, with burnt cig ashes littered over the marble tiles, while the sound of my laughs poured out into the room. "I'm telling you, Jane. I found myself mopping floors with my garments, all in sakes of bringing food to my mouth" Spoke Louis. "It was a hectic one, Jane" "Life never is easy" "Not in a million years would I believe you come from such home, so raggedy, even to an extent of being feasted by rats" I called in a low voice. "Oh, not just the rodents, Jane" He whispered. "Even the roaches and snakes took abode in our home, and only then did it hit me, that I wasn't living. Not until I got the comfort I sought, the peace......and the joy" He called in a low voice. "One never is serious, not until they get a push" He let out. "Mine came about, at the height of the poverty that feasted my heart. That, Janet Parker, was my turning point, and my snap to work" "What is yours?" Those eyes searched through mine, words hitting my
The reception received upon my entry into Cigg Holdings, was beyond exceptional, I tell you. Each one of the people bore smiles on their face, with eyes beaming on at me, their arms opened up to receive me, at this point, I was made to believe there was something else to the occasion. Could I have turned so important overnight. "Oh, please. Don't get the poor lady, startled" The calm voice of Mr Vettriano soon took the space, with his figure coming right into view. "We can save the cheers for when eventually she takes office" He chuckled, with hands reaching out to take mine. "I hope" He added in a low voice. "Miss Parker, I long awaited your visit" He stepped aside, motioning for me to step into the elevator before him. Those eyes watched me keenly. Holding onto to every slight movement I gave, with a look of glee I still couldn't decipher."I'm sorry, I couldn't meet up on time" My voice was low, eyes watching his fingers set the elevator to the last floor. "Nonsense, Jane"
"Why do you look ravishing today, Miss Parker?" My eyes had snapped to the form of Susy proceeding into the office, hands holding onto a paper bag."Why?" I followed with confused eyes peering on at her."You look beautiful, not to lie" That certainly must be a lie,m, cause I believe looked just the way I felt, and I can tell you I didn't feel so good.Saying I was tired, was merely an understatement. I was utterly drained, completely knackered as one would say. "I gotta tell you, Susy. When a lady hears how beautiful she is, she flushes not because she actually is beautiful, it's because it helps boost her confidence" "If I do look beautiful, then I must go on being stressed, cause I can't tell what's changed with me. But stil, thank you for that" I saw a smile creep up her lips, eyes beaming on at me."No, thank you. Miss Parker" She fell silent, eyes only watching me carefully, and next came the same Susy I was familiar with. "Miss Parker" Her voice was soft, gaze never lea
"Become a manager at Cigg. Holdings"Those words still rolled around my head, despite it being days since Louis had stepped here. Me? A manager to one of the top companies in the state, if not the best. What exactly did I know about managing such huge business?But I tell you, Louis was one to think otherwise. In fact, he deemed me the best match to head such organization. Now, why would that be? I still couldn't figure out, all i found myself re-living, were his utterances. This was massive. It spelt a new path in my life. Me heading such organization as Louis' was bound to change all about me. And I mean that in every good way. My life was to change for good. But why me? What exactly did he mean by his interest piqued in getting familiar with my character? What character exactly? If anything I was an utter mess. A sore one. Why then did Louis Vettriano choose to come to me with such offer that just was irresistible. "Jane"I was snapped at the sound of that voice, eyes comi
"My life's only a rollercoaster, Tara" My figure had crashed right onto the couch, taking the space next to her form. "A rough ride it is" I could feel her eyes scanning my profile, no words coming from the girl away. At once I had snatched the heels off my feet, sinking my legs onto the plush carpet, and I tell you, the feel that rushed through was just every comfort I sought. "Can you believe Louis Vettriano stopped by the office today. The life had soon rushed back to me, with every delight filling my gaze, while those words stumbled out my lips. "He was there to offer me a job, Tara. A job!?" "He offered to make me his manager"The eyes of Tara only watched me while I went on. She had barely made an utterance, that gaze only remained intent on my form. "I'm entirely lost, Tara" My voice was low, eyes faltering. "Whatever do you think I should do?" "Okay, that's enough, Jane!" Followed the voice of Tara, figure tearing off the couch at once. "You put up with this every now
"There are a lot of things left for one to behold in this world, Miss Parker" My gaze shifted to the form of Louis, ears perked, at each word that came tumbling out his lips. I dare not be distracted. He had so managed to earn my undivided attention effortlessly, with eyes watching him, watching every slight movement he gave."You, Miss Parker, are an exceptional lady, I must say"He waved at the lady behind the counter, calling for her to return with the cups of coffee he had ordered minutes ago. I gaped on like I was caught in some sort of trance. Perhaps, I was. For it be the fact that this man wasn't on my TV screen, or the page of some magazine held between my fingers. No, no, no. Louis Vettriano was sat right before me. Far away from Holden Inc. we were. For some reason, he had decided to take me to the café right down the street, prepared to make his business known. I soon caught sight of the lady approaching, hands bearing a tray holding the cups of coffee, Mr Vettriano
"Miss Parker?" "Miss Parker!" I jolted at the voice which deemed it fit to ruin the peace that had taken a hold of me.Oh, the calm I had found myself in, now altered by whoever that form was that had now waddled into the area. It was merely five minutes gone that I was found basking in every serenity that came with the office space, mind lost in thoughts, having its own wandering, when that voice came stumbling in, altering a moment that I felt was just irredeemable. "Miss Parker!" "What is it, Susy!?"Believe me I tried my best to remain calm, I pinched myself to, but the incessant call of my name, by a girl whom I had been direct in sending downstairs, to fetch nothing in particular, just to evade her babbles, for as peaceful as five minutes could be, soon got me snapping to her, eyes taking in her form. She paused at my outpour, eyes shifting through the room for a minute, and at once her eyes lit up, figure pulling closer to mine. "There are some people downstairs, request
I let the form of Tara crash into my hands, a low grunt pouring out her lips upon the impact of our figures.She had bruises all over. With eyes still holding onto the fear that had caught her half an hour ago, there still remained patches of blood on her lips. "I'm sorry" My voice wavered, eyes pulling her even tighter to myself. "I'm sorry, Tara" She barely made an utterance, instead, her grip on me only tightened, body relaxing in mine. "Janet Parker?" Came the voice that managed to pull our figures apart. "I'll need you for questioning" I stared at the middle-aged man before me, eyes holding onto the same joy it held, while he burst into our house, tackling George to the ground. He had smacked him repeatedly, holding a gun to his face, and in all of his glory, he tore a cuff out, placing it on the wrists of the man who would have been my murderer, if they hadn't arrived just in time. "I'm Officer Thawne" "Your friend will be attended to by the paramedics. In the meantime,