- HAZEL - I yawn and spit in the sink. My hand form a bowl and water runs in. I lean my body lower and bring my hand close to my mouth then slurp the water in. Now I'm gurgling it all around. I spit it in the sink again and flash my teeth in front of the mirror. Now I stick my tongue out. Yup, clean as ever! I walk out of the bathroom and take my toothbrush with me. Last night was quite eventful. A sly grin forms on my lips. Very eventful. I recommend. I gaze around the room when I walk to the bed. My bag is on his bed. I dip my toothbrush, the one Killian got for me, in my bag. I plan to put on the same outfit I wore the day before today to leave. After I've had my bath and probably breakfast. I also need to leave early or I'd miss my first period and that's not something I want to experience again. Not at all. I walk out of Killian's room. A delicious scent fills my nose and I inhale. Someone's cooking. I follow the scent to his kitchen. I wonder if the cooks were around y
- HAZEL - The dorm is quiet. I sneak in, trying to avoid passing through the dorm mistress in charge. It's too quiet that it irks me. Surely not every human here went for lectures. Is there a program that required all our attention that I wasn't aware of? I dip my hand in my pocket to take out my room key. I didn't study at all throughout yesterday. I plan to make up for it today but I finally have something to write in my journal. A wide smile forms on my face. A lot actually. There's no freaking way I'll miss adding the juice from last night. I stand in front of my room door and stick the key in. A soft click rings in my ears as I turn the key to the side, the door just unlocked. I push the door in slowly, opening it. In case my roomies are trying to pull up a surprise attack, I won't be so surprised. I peep my head in. No one's here. "Jasmine?" I call and wait for an answer. I know I didn't see anyone but girls sometimes do the most bizarre things. Who knows? Someone c
- KILLIAN -Cool breeze blows through the window and rests on my skin from behind. I sigh, signing and writing some paperwork while hacking into a ton of government databases. I will find her no matter what. The woman who murdered my parents will pay. Hacking into government and international databases was easier than I anticipated. Way too easy. All I'm going across right now are those suspicious ones regarding people. It's easy to delete one's existence but as long as the person was born, educated, trained and has been seen in daylight without a mask or covering, while having DNA samples in so many places, finding that person might take a while. But the person can be found. Unless she's dead. My jaw tightens. That is something I do not want. I want to have the pleasure of annihilating her myself. My fists clench. I want to have that murderer begging for mercy with the last life hanging in her throat while her body is decapitated with crushed bones while I strangle her. My life b
- ASAMI -I throw a dart pin towards the board. It hit the center. I walk backwards to the small, round, fancy, long desk holding my champagne and champagne flutes in a tray and grab a half full glass of champagne. I force it down my throat steadily, the loathe for the person in the image pinned at the center of the dart board slowly evolving out my body. I thought a glass or five would do the trick and aid this anger dissolve but I'm on my fifth and I still feel this rage. It doesn't work. I surround the bottle with my hand and raise it up to look at the alcohol volume. 35 percent. Has my tolerance heightened or does this simply not do the trick? I throw my hand forward, flinging the bottle at the wall. The sound of shattering glass fills my ears despite the low music playing in the background. My jaw clenches. Staring at the empty champagne flute in my hand makes me miss having liquor down my throat. I laugh hysterically as I drop the champagne flute. Silly me. Always acting on
- HAZEL -My hand is hung backwards from the end of my bed and my back rests on the bed while my legs are raised to the ceiling. I'm using my phone. Remember Caroline? I found her Instagram. Don't ask me how, I just did but that was some stalker type shit. She doesn't post much but she has a thousand followers. I pinch my screen and zoom in. My other hand picks a chip and I munch. Can't believe I'm invited to a party with a stranger. I finally have the chance to dress appropriately while in front of her. A ball comes flying my way, hitting the wall my bed leans upon then bounces back. I freeze. What the fuck? The sound caused by that is deafening and imagine if that thing hit me? Hit my legs?! I could be crippled!! Who the fuck is playing recklessly here? Does that person have a death wish?!"I swear to god, if that ball comes flying here a second time, I will puncture it myself!" I yell, annoyed. "Sorry." Jasmine's voice bubbles in my ears. "See? I told you to be careful. Give m
- KILLIAN -A text notification diverts my attention from the screen to my phone. I was having a virtual meeting. Still having one, but the name that popped on along with the notification gave me all the reason I needed to zone out of this boring yet important meeting. Hazel. One end of my lips curls to form a not so noticeable half grin. 'What colour of fit fits to go to an eerie party?' She asks. 'Someone invited me for a dark fantasy, game night party today. I'm syked! Also worried but I've got no friends. lmaooo.' I read. My little angel is a loner? That's quite shocking yet I don't seem surprised. [ Translation; lmao means laughing my ass out ]I pull my phone from my desk and send a text. 'Show me your options.' I text and wait. My eyes avert to the screen before me then back to my phone in my hand. 'I-- I don't got no options. Still on my bed.' This made me chuckle under my breath. An image drops after. I click on it to load. It's her. Messily dressed in a baggy, white
- HAZEL - Making out in his car has become my favourite thing yet. Parked in the indoor car park of a grand boutique, Killian is taking me. Devouring my mouth with his tongue. I moan into his lips. I am no different, I'm on top of him in the driver's seat, my knees situated at both sides of his thighs while my head is locked with his. His hands roams all over my body, slipping into my shirt as he positions my body on his to fit his rhythm. Soaring over me like a starved lion while keeping the hand to body contact. My body moves backwards to rest on the steering, due to his recent movement, when a gasp leaves my lips as he gropes my ass. Pulling my thighs forward. I moan when my clothed clit rubs on the hardness in his pants. It feels so good. I grind my body on his groin, enjoying what it's doing to my body. Killian groans in my mouth. "Fuck." He whispers, trapping my lower lip between both of his teeth. My breath collides with his. I can feel his breath fan my face and
- HAZEL - "Keep this. Don't lose it next time." Killian slides something over my neck in front of me, while holding me to him. We're in the mall. My body feels ripened with good sex and I can't help but grin all through the walk. I hold it in my hand, wondering what it is. My mouth drops. It's my necklace. The one I wore to the congratulations dinner where I drowned. He had it the whole time. Wait, he was the mystery gifter! Oh my God. Unless he happened to find it in the pool. "I wanted to return it sooner but didn't have the chance to." I bite my lower lip. Is it weird that this makes me love him even more? "Thank you." I say, looking up at him. Killian spares me a gaze. "Don't pretend. You didn't even know it was gone." His tone is playful and a smile forms on his lips. Yup. Confirmed. He's the one who got it for me. "Yes, fine jewelry is what I would've been thinking of in the depths of a pool." I shoot him a glare, sarcasm trailing off my voice. I might'