The next four hours before dawn were unusually long. I tossed and turned in my bed, trying to get those disturbing thoughts off my head. But it felt like a gravitational pull that kept drawing me in. My obsession with him was growing more by the day, but I knew one thing for sure, there will be a time I won't be able to mortify myself and I might go all out without a bind holding me in place. And I hope it wouldn't end badly that particular day. Finally! My alarm struck 6 am, I quickly got up, got ready, and went downstairs for the morning exercise. I gently knocked on Mr. Clinton's bedroom door, but there was no answer. "Mr. Clinton..." 'Has he perhaps left for work?' So early? Whilst my thought, I heard sneezes coming from inside the room. I pressed my ears on the door, silently listening intently. I just wanted to confirm my intuition. Another sneeze came from inside, followed by two more 'Ah-choo!' Yeah, he has caught a cold... I knocked again. "Mr. Clinton, can I com
He glared at me before he finally replied after staying silent for quite some time. "I do have one, but what are you gonna do with it?"Seriously, was that a question?I chuckled. "To check your body temperature, of course."He sighed, seemingly defeated. "Check that box over there."A smile curved up my lips. I stood and walked over to the box he pointed at. I took out the thermometer and checked his temperature.Holy shit! 39 degrees Celsius...And he didn't bother taking any acetaminophen. What kind of a doctor is he?"Mr. Clinton, I don't like you disregarding your health..." A frown etched my face as I showed him the result on the thermometer."39, Mr. Clinton, and you want me to leave you... alone?"He stared blankly at me, unable to respond. He then shut his eyes and clutched his temples with his fingers.I dropped the thermometer and shot out of the bed, walking to his bathroom."Where are you going?" He asked as he sat up on his bed. I glanced at him before replying."Just re
XAVIER'S POV I didn't know how to respond to that girl's words. It seems as if her eyes could pierce deep into my soul. I sensed she was a bit hurt by what I said. I can't deny she was only trying to help, but I just couldn't embrace it, I simply couldn't. And what she said about me being lonely Do I really look lonely? I sighed, sipping the chamomile tea she made me, maybe I don't only look lonely but miserable. Whilst my thought I heard my door open. "Mr. Clinton, have you taken it yet?" Sarah has returned to my room giving me a questioning look. Her eyes wandered all over me as if checking to see the drug hiding somewhere behind me. "I have..." I responded showing her my palms, assuring her. She seemed satisfied, a small smile immediately tugged up her lips as she nodded. "Good..." Now she is being my caretaker. As if being my cook wasn't enough. "So you came back here just to see if I have taken the drug." I chuckled, shaking my head. She was indeed a funny one.
I had a wonderful ride to campus, I didn't know what came over him to remember I deserve this fancy babe, was it his illness?.... I chuckled. That's lame. Grinning, I stepped on the brakes, pulled over, and halted in the campus parking lot. Woah, it felt good, only if I had cool sunglasses to make my dramatic entrance cooler. I descended from the car, and leaned on it, taking out my phone to give Helen a call. "Hey nice car..." A guy interrupted me, his name I don't even remember. "Thanks..." I smiled in return, waving. This car might make me more popular in schools; it seems to be giving me more attention. I hope it would be for the worse. Because at the moment, all eyes were on me, also piercing at the baby beside me. Gosh, I love to see the college girl staring with envy. Helen finally picked up, and instead of saying hello or letting me speak, she hurled me a quiz question. "Guess what." "You bought six dresses and got four free." I abruptly scoffed. Earlier tod
His voice was both teasing and serious. My face burned with embarrassment, all my private thoughts and feelings, secrets... exposed. How could he? He wasn't supposed to know of my feelings in this way. Worst of it all, he seemed displeased. This early discovery ruined my plans. Our relationship was supposed to be slow and gradual until he feels something for me but now... Oh, this is awkward. I lifted my face to look at him, my mind racing with different excuses to calm the heightened tension. "Mr. Clinton... I can explain..." I stuttered, but he raised his hand to silence me. "No, you don't have to. Your diary explained it all." I didn't know how to respond. Should I just use this opportunity to explain my feelings for him personally, telling him how much I love him despite our age difference? "Mr. Clinton..." He silenced me again, his gaze never faltering from me. "Now that I know about your feelings, it's only fair you know about mine." Nervousness bubbled inside me, a
I stormed out of the duplex with grief and another stinging feeling - anger. What am I angry at? Why am I even angry? His reaction to the discovery of my crazy love was understandable. After all, he was my father's best friend, and he was far older than me. But I couldn't help but still feel this way. Angry at him for rejecting me. Angry at myself for being so careless. Maybe I forgot to lock the door to my room or misplaced my diary somewhere around the house and that's how he found it. I held back the tears in my eyes and ran out of the premises. I hailed a cab and slumped into the passenger's seat, trying to calm down the daunting emotions clouding me, but it was difficult to compose myself. Another tear escaped my eyes again, but I quickly wiped it off, burying the pain underneath me, and yet it continued to surface. To distract myself, I dipped my hand into my purse and took out my phone to call Helen. The time was eight fifty, the birthday party would be startin
I hollered at the bartender for another round of cocktails, piercing music playing in the background grated on my nerves. I slumped one hand down on the counter, the other hand stroking my ears. "Here." The bartender poured me a drink as I was about to gulp it down, Lucy held my hand to stop me. "Sarah, that's enough, you'll get drunk," Lucy reprimanded, a frown etched on her face. I frowned as my gaze shifted to her. "If you feel embarrassed to watch me drink, just go away," I spat, a hiccup tearing through the pit of my diaphragm. Her expression turned sour, her eyes piercing with a glare. "I was only concerned. Anyways, you're pathetic," she huffed. I rolled my eyes, not bothered by her scoff. "Whatever." "I hope you don't fall into the gutter, drink responsibly, okay," she said, her nose twitched, poking her balled fist at me before walking away to the dance floor. I finished the drink in the glass and turned to the bartender. He immediately poured me a glass, a smirk
XAVIER'S POV I never thought Sarah would harbor feelings for me... it was a revelation that left me reeling. We hardly spoke since her childhood and now that we are living under the same roof, I felt like I am navigating a minefield. Her diary, left carelessly opened, had revealed her secret. I didn't know what moved me to skim through her diary, but I regretted my curiosity getting the better of me. Now that her feelings are exposed, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. I couldn't meet her gaze without thinking of her confession. I simply can't get myself to reciprocate her said feelings for me. I don't know if my rejection was overly harsh, but I couldn't help it. We are not meant to get into such a relationship. She's just so young, impulsive, stubborn and also kind and genuine. I sensed my rejection crushed her more than I initially imagined, and it haunted me to see myself as the cause of her tears. I felt disquiet when her tears streamed down her face. I didn't k