Derek's point of view:I stood in front of Golden Boy, glaring at him with all the intensity I could muster. He stood there with his arms wide open, smirking like he owned the place. I couldn't stand him. I didn't know what Ronnie saw in him."What's the matter, first year? Won't you gimmie a hug?" He taunted me, spreading his arms even wider.I pointed to the front door, "Pack your bunch of clowns and leave my house."Golden Boy rolled his eyes and responded, "I'm not leaving. I came to visit my girlfriend. She let me inside, didn't you, honey?"I looked at Ronnie and saw her shake her head sharply. "That's not true. He forced his way in," she said firmly.I sighed and turned back to Golden Boy. "Leave. We don't want trouble," I said, hoping he would just go away.But his smile only widened. "I love trouble. It's how I became boss of the school."I had heard about that title before. It was given to the strongest and most influential person in the school by the students themselves
Derek's point of view:After Golden Boy left, I breathed a sigh of relief. But my relief was short-lived as Ronnie turned to look at me with a stern expression on her face. "You're not going anywhere, Derek. You're staying indoors," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.I was speechless. I had never seen Ronnie act that way before. She was usually so calm and collected, but now she was clearly angry. This was the first time I had ever seen her lose it.Ronnie rushed up to me and gently guided me to the chair. Then she hurriedly grabbed the first aid box and started tending to my bruises. She was surprisingly gentle, given her rough exterior."Do you feel any pain? Do you think anything's broken?" Ronnie asked me as she tended to my injuries."I'm fine," I replied, grateful for her concern. "Just a few bruises."After treating my bruises, Ronnie started clearing the table. I didn't know what to say, so I just started assisting her. But she protested, saying that I should b
Ronnie's point of view:I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ear. It was morning, and I needed to get up. I dragged myself out of bed and walked to Derek's door. I knocked on it and said, "Derek, it's morning, get up."But there was no answer.I opened the door to find Derek's room empty. He must have gone to his lectures already. I was surprised since he rarely wakes up early."That bastard," I exclaimed. I knew exactly where he was headed. He was going to fight Golden boy. There was no mistake about that. I grabbed my coat and headed for the front door. But it wouldn't open.I struggled to get the door open, but it wouldn't budge. That's when I realized the door was locked from the outside.I rushed to find the spare key, but no matter how hard I searched for it, I couldn't find it. Derek had taken the spare key along with him.I cursed Derek as I paced in my room, wondering what to do next. I couldn't let him fight Golden boy at all.Then it hit me. Meg! I quickly
Derek's point of view:I got out of the shower and wrapped a white towel around my waist. My body ached and I felt my ribs cracking. It was as if I'd just gotten run through by a train. Fighting Golden boy wrecked me to pieces. I doubt I'd recover immediately. Just as I stepped out of the shower into the locker room, there was Ronnie, waiting for me with a first aid box. I stiffened when I saw her. What was she doing here? She was supposed to wait for me outside the locker room. But it was just Ronnie and I at school. Golden boy and his boys had left for home. After beating him, he stood up, shook my hand and gave me a smile. Without saying another word, he left me, taking his boys along with him. And that was it. The school was empty except for Ronnie and I. I decided to get a shower so I can have my wounds dressed. Never did I think Ronnie would take the initiative to have my wounds dressed for me. "Don't say anything," Ronnie said, "Just seat down and let me take care of
Derek's point of view:I woke up the next day feeling uneasy. Ronnie refused to speak to me, completely ignoring my presence like she didn't even know me. I tried to get her attention, but she wouldn't even look my way. It was like I was invisible to her. Her silence was deafening, and it made me feel terrible.Due to the injuries I sustained during the fight, I couldn't go for lectures. I was stuck indoors, lying on my bed, trying to find a comfortable position. I couldn't concentrate on anything, and my mind kept drifting to the fight and Ronnie's silence.The constant fighting between Ronnie and me was starting to take its toll on me. One moment we were cool, and the next we were at each other's throats. I was tired of it all, and I wanted things to be back to how they used to be.My body was aching badly, and I was in a lot of pain. Those punches I took from Golden Boy were no joke, and they had done some serious damage to me. I could barely move without feeling a sharp pai
Derek's point of view:I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Golden boy was asking me to be the school boss? My eyes widened as I gaped at him, trying to make sense of what he was saying. "You want me to be school boss? Wh-why?" I stuttered.Golden boy glanced down at his beer with a thin smile on his face. "To be honest with you, I've been asking myself that same question."I waited in silence as he continued, "You see, Derek, I wanna leave Griffin Elites and go chase my dreams.""What are your dreams?" I asked."Well, I dream to become a UFC champion one day. That's been my big dream since I was a kid. But my father had other ideas for my future," Golden boy answered."What future?" I asked, curious."He wants me to follow his footsteps and become a teacher. Griffin Elites was founded and built by him. He wants me to continue the family's business after he retires," he explained.I was silent at first, then asked, "He's against you following your dreams?""Very much so. Which is
Dereks'point of view:Shit! How did it end up like this? I thought to myself as I sat across from Ronnie in the dining room. The silence between us was deafening, and I couldn't help but wonder how I always found myself in these situations.I looked around the room, trying to avoid eye contact with Ronnie. The awkward silence was only broken by the occasional sound of silverware clinking against plates.Ronnie was eating her lunch with her eyes closed, a thick frown on her face. She cut through her steak with her knife and ate it silently.I gulped in fear, unable to touch my meal. I was afraid of Ronnie and what she might do to me. Why did I always end up in these situations?After Golden Boy left, I took a long nap. When I woke up, Ronnie was already home and cooking in the kitchen.I must've slept for longer than I thought.As I woke up, my dick was up too. I couldn't take it anymore, so I took matters into my own hands and started jerking off while sniffing Ronnie's pantie, imag
Derek's point of view:The cinema was bustling with excitement and anticipation. The crowd was abuzz with chatter and laughter as they eagerly awaited the start of the show. There were people of all ages, races, and walks of life, all eagerly anticipating the latest blockbuster movie. The air was filled with the sound of chatter and laughter as people excitedly discussed the upcoming film. I looked up at the posters of the different movies, their colorful and captivating images beckoning us to come and see. Tonight, we were here to see the latest action-packed movie called "Redemption". Ronnie sat beside me in the passenger seat, her eyes glued to her phone screen as she scrolled through her social media feeds. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous as I drove towards the movie theater. I had been planning this date for weeks, and I wanted everything to be perfect. "Well, we're here," I said, turning to Ronnie with a smile. She looked up from her phone and smiled back at
Derek's point of view:Ronnie and I had been waiting for our parents to arrive in Paris so we could have a family meeting and discuss our relationship. We were prepared to fight for our love, no matter what our parents said.When they finally arrived, we were both surprised by their demeanor. Instead of being confrontational, they smiled at us and asked for our forgiveness for not understanding us.Ronnie's mom spoke first, "I want to apologize for how I've treated your relationship, Ronnie. It was wrong of me to try and force my views on you. You're an adult now and I trust you to make your own decisions."Ronnie was taken aback by her mother's words, "Thank you, Mom. That means a lot to me."My dad also spoke up, "I know I haven't been the easiest father to deal with, Derek. But I want you to know that I respect you and your choices. I may not agree with them all the time, but I'll always support you."I was surprised by his words, "Thank you, Dad. That means more to me than you k
Derek's point of view:I booked a plane for Paris as soon as I left my father's office, and I packed my bags and boarded the plane without looking back. My phone kept ringing, but I didn't answer. I needed some time to clear my head and figure out what I was going to do next.It had been a month weeks since Ronnie left, and I hadn't been the same. I was restless and distracted at work, and I knew I couldn't continue like this. That's why I had to resign from my father's company. It was a difficult decision, but I knew I had to do it if I wanted to be happy.As the plane took off, I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. I couldn't wait to be reunited with Ronnie, but I also knew that there were challenges ahead. We had a lot to talk about, and we needed to figure out what we were going to do next.But one thing was for sure: I couldn't imagine my life without Ronnie. She was my everything, and I was willing to do whatever it takes to make this work.Even if it meant defying my f
Later that evening, Ronnie and I got together in my apartment we rented together. Ronnie was leaning her head on my shoulder, her arms wrapped around my neck. We were sitting on the couch, watching a movie, and enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, I had an idea. It was a bit impulsive, but I felt like it could work."Ronnie, let's make a baby," I said.She lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me with surprise. "What?" she asked."If you got pregnant, then our parents would have no choice but to approve of us getting married," I explained.Ronnie's eyes widened as she considered my proposal. "That's a brilliant idea," she said, her smile slowly faded away. "but...""But?" I raised my eyebrows. Ronnie shook her head, "I want to get married first before having a baby, Derek."I knew that was coming. "Our parents would never approve of our wedding unless they're backed against the corner," I countered. "You having a baby clinches it.""I can't," Ronnie said, her tone p
Ronnie's point of view:I walked into my mother's room, the door creaking slightly as it closed behind me. She was sitting on her bed, looking up at me with a worried expression. I knew that this wasn't going to be an easy conversation. We'd been arguing a lot lately, and I knew that things were coming to a head."What do you want, Ronnie?" My mother asked, her voice soft and almost pleading."I need to know why you and dad won't approve of me and Derek getting married," I said, trying to keep my voice calm and steady.My mother sighed heavily, as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. "Ronnie, you know why. We can't approve of you marrying your stepbrother. It's just not right.""But why? We're not blood-related. We're not even technically step-siblings anymore. You and dad approved of our relationship, and Derek's dad even supported us through all that media scandal. We're just two people who love each other," I argued, feeling the frustration building inside me."It's
Derek's first person:Ronnie and I were more than just step-siblings. We fell in love during our childhood days, and our relationship grew stronger as time went on to adulthood. Despite attending different universities, we made sure to stay in touch. We would call and text each other frequently, sharing our thoughts and feelings. We even made a pact to visit each other as often as we could.When we couldn't be together, we found other ways to stay connected. We would send each other love notes and care packages, reminding each other of our love. It was always comforting to know that we had each other, even when we were apart.As our relationship progressed, we graduated from university. Ronnie pursued her passion for painting, and I took over my father's billion-dollar business. It was a challenging time and we rarely see ourselves, but we supported each other through it all. We knew that no matter what, we would always have each other's backs.Despite our busy schedules, we
Ronnie's point of view:The rest of the semester was a bit of a rollercoaster for me. On one hand, I was heartbroken over what had happened with Derek and devastated by the fact that Mike was fooling around with girls at his school.But on the other hand, I was determined to focus on my studies and try to move forward with my life.I threw myself into my classes and spent long hours at the library, pouring over textbooks and taking copious notes. I tried to stay busy, filling my free time with studying, exercise, and spending time with my friends.But despite my best efforts, I couldn't shake the feelings of sadness and heartache that seemed to linger around me. I missed Derek and wished that things could have been different between us. And I couldn't help but think about Mike and wonder what might have been if things had turned out differently.As the end of the semester approached, I found myself growing more and more anxious about my future. I wasn't sure where I was headed or
Ronnie's point of view:After hanging up with Derek, I sat in my room for what felt like hours, just staring blankly at the wall. I couldn't believe what I had just heard - that he had been seeing other girls behind my back.My mind was spinning with thoughts and emotions. How could he do this to me? Did he really love me at all? I felt hurt, angry, and betrayed all at once. I loved Derek so much, and the thought of him being with someone else made me sick.But at the same time, I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe I was partly to blame.Maybe if I had been there for him more, if I had made more of an effort to visit him, he wouldn't have felt the need to see other girls. Maybe it was my fault for not being enough for him.Ever since we began schooling separately, none of us had the time to visit one another. I couldn't even pay him a visit partly because I was afraid someone might recognise me in his school. Derek was an honest guy. I respect him for not hiding anything fro
Derek's point of view:When I enrolled in my university, I was eager to start dating. Ronnie went to another university, but we tried to make it work. However, being away from her made me feel lonely, and I found myself falling back into my old habit of flirting with girls.It started innocently enough, just harmless flirting and talking to girls in my classes. But then it escalated, and before I knew it, I was hooking up with girls from my school. I couldn't help myself. The attention and excitement were addicting.I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I felt guilty about it. Ronnie was a great girlfriend, and I knew I was being unfair to her. But at the same time, I couldn't stop myself. The thrill of being with new girls was too tempting.I tried to justify my actions by telling myself that Ronnie and I were so far apart, and our relationship was already strained. But deep down, I knew that wasn't a valid excuse. I was betraying her trust, and it made me feel terrible.I wi
Ronnie's point of view: I was sitting in my room, surrounded by piles of books, trying to concentrate on studying. It was a particularly difficult chapter in my history textbook, and I was struggling to make sense of the complex timelines and events. The sound of raindrops tapping against my window was the only thing that broke the silence in my room.Suddenly, a thunderclap outside made me jump in my seat, causing my pen to fly out of my hand. I froze, realizing that it was raining heavily outside. I could hear the loud sound of the raindrops pelting against my window.Fear crept into my mind, and I could feel my heart racing.I pulled the blanket closer to me, trying to calm myself down, but the sound of thunderclaps kept coming one after another. It was terrifying, and I felt like I was in the middle of a warzone. As I was trying to calm myself down, another thunderclap shook the room, and I yelped, unable to control my fear.Suddenly, my thoughts drifted to Derek. Whenever