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
SARAH'S POV I'd longed to taste his lips, and now I seized the opportunity. Our mouths met, and I savored every hint of sweetness. My tongue explored the depths of his, reveling in the moisture and warmth. Morals fled my mind; all I craved was the intimacy with the man I loved. As I pressed against him, my hair escaped the bed's gentle crush. He gathered the stray strands, his fingers grazing my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hand tightened, pulling me back, breaking our kiss. I gasped, disappointed, the sudden separation leaving me wanting. His piercing gaze met mine, flashing with disapproval. He pulled my hand off his neck and slapped it away, his face scrunched up in disgust. Despite his disapproval of our intimacy, I gripped his shirt, not allowing him to leave. "Sarah, let go." His voice was stern and commanding. Hiccups tore through my throat as I strengthened my grip on his shirt. "No... I won't." I shook my head in defiance. My eyelids were slowly drooping, b
I took a side peek at Mr. Clinton to see his reaction; our eyes locked for a brief second before we looked away. His face was emotionless, while his gaze returned to the screen."Wh..what?" My father finally responded, his eyes narrowing in confusion after processing what I said. "You had your first kiss? Then how should that make him upset, or perhaps you're trying to distract me from the main issue?"Mr. Clinton and I exchanged glances, his jaw tensed but loosening up a bit. "It has nothing to do with her. Don't mind her. She is just joking. There was bad news from the hospital this morning."My lips pursed, realizing the reason why his face was so grim this morning. But I still couldn't believe that was the only reason. "Is it that bad?" My father asked, his eyes suddenly flashing with concern.Mr. Clinton shrugged, leaning back on the sofa. "There's nothing I can't handle.""Including me?" I raised one eyebrow at him, ambiguously hinting at our tussle yesterday.He let out a sharp