"Okay, let's go inside." He pointed to the entrance."Okay," I agreed, grabbing the rope of my backpack. The stocky guy hurriedly opened the door for us and we both walked through the huge garden. Wow, it was very big, it was greenish and it had a huge pool a few meters away. We advance further and further until we reach the entrance. It wasn't a house, it was a huge mansion. The word huge falls short even with all this. This guy must be very successful at his job."I want you to please wait for me a bit," he told me, opening the door of his mansion. "I'll just take a quick shower and see you in a few minutes, don't you mind?""Okay, don't worry," I nodded, shrugging.As I passed inside the mansion I was even more amazed, it had a huge living room with long sofas, a fireplace and a huge TV attached to the wall. The floor was white, the walls too. There were glass windows that let in the morning light. I really liked the decoration, it was light and bright."Good morning, Mr. Carson,"
The classes of my first hours were not boring at all, I had really liked receiving certain things about psychology and about other topics in particular. At least all that had served to distract me from what had happened in the morning. Only expected that the gossip did not happen to more. I gathered up my notebooks and pencils, making a mess on the floor as usual. I was a disaster for everything, what used to happen to me is that I got nervous and being nervous was the worst. I became more clumsy than normal."I'll help you," a boy told me, bending down and helping me pick up things."Thank you," I smiled kindly at him, "I'm a bit clumsy."I took the things he had collected for me and put them in my backpack. I remembered his face, he was the guy who helped me the first time I came here."I remember you," I half-pointed at him.He laughed a little."I thought you wouldn't remember him.""I don't remember if you told me your name, yes." I adjusted my backpack on my shoulder.—My names
Nicky BeckThe time of the university was making me antisocial with my old high school friends, now everything revolved around this university and its things, in a short time I adapted to the rhythm in which they lived here, I already belonged to the basketball group AND I stood out a lot, I was the sub-captain of the team, tonight we had an important game against the University of Miami, I wanted to show what I was capable of to achieve the place of captain.The life of the students here was quite libertine, there were parties, drugs, sex and a lot of fun, but until now, I always kept my distance, I did not want to get into trouble, one thing was clear and it was that I wanted to be a professional. and not just a stray, I have already had many examples of friends who, after having everything, came to have absolutely nothing.There were three of us in my group: Peter, David and I, they nicknamed us the three stooges because each one had their witticisms."According to what I've heard,
NickyAny other guy would have been shocked to see a naked girl in front of him, what's more, I'm sure he would stop immediately. They are boys who cannot live without sex, sex drives them. If you ask me, seeing this naked chick in front of me doesn't do anything to me. I rather feel sorry for her. I took a towel that was on the bench and threw it to him."I have a girlfriend," I said coldly, "and I love her." I appreciate your... gift, but I don't want it. And I'll ask you to please not bother me anymore.Alisson opened her mouth in outrage. Without another word I walked around her and left the locker room.I was relieved to leave, I felt a bit harassed by her. I remembered Marga and a smile settled on my face. However, he couldn't rest easy knowing that he would be sleeping under the same roof as that guy. I'm dying of jealousy. I'm mad at her and I'm not going to call her, not until she tells me she's back in college.LOAM" I was telling Martha that some friends are coming tonight
Romario wore his messy clothes and messy hair, he looked sexier that way, but in the same way I also liked to see him with his hairdo, I could tell he had a pretty angry face and I knew that I had been to blame for all this mess, I think life was conspiring so that when I had hopes...she herself would take them away from me.—Marga, come—he took my hand to lead us to the second floor, I thought the first thing he would tell me is that he was fired or something, I guess it was the first time that a party of his had turned into a scandal.From the way we were walking it looked like he was desperate."Sit here please," he pointed to a very comfortable black sofa. Meanwhile, he took off his jacket, leaving only the white shirt he was wearing inside and even the shirt had a little dirt on it.I breathed slowly and I was expecting all kinds of signaling to come."In the first place," he settled into another chair that was in front of me, "don't think that, because of what just happened, I'm
While Martha and I served breakfast to the gentlemen, I found myself with a serious countenance. I didn't know why, but I felt uncomfortable with what I had seen and heard last night. There was something inside me that wouldn't leave me alone, I felt that it bothered me. But he didn't know what.—Marga, I'll tell one of the escorts to take you to and from the university. I mean, so you don't fall behind.I looked at him a bit strangely as Helena also gave him the same look."It's not necessary, sir," I answered, ready to go, "I can take a taxi perfectly.""But I want it to be that way." And I don't want no for an answer, it's an order.” He half smirked. He seemed bossy, I don't know."If she wants to go by taxi, let her," his wife spoke.I pressed my lips into a single line to contain myself."Okay, I'll be ready at nine.—I'll go to work —Romario drank his juice and ate some food, nothing else. He didn't even finish it. He was dressed in his suit and his typical hairstyle on one side
"Romario... I mean, Mr. Carson." I put the cell phone in the pocket of my shorts while I looked at Romario. How long had he been there?"I was looking for the exit and I saw you." He came over and sat on the edge of the window as well. "Will you go to lunch?""I was going to get some things from my room," I replied."I'll come with you if you want," he said.I frowned a bit, Romario was being a bit strange with me today. Starting from the morning. And his innuendos confused me. Yes they did. I remembered Nicky and her friend in the room, that filled me with rage."If you want..." I agreed.You are playing with fire, Margareth."Come on, I don't have much work today.We both started walking down the hall, I just hoped Piper wasn't in the same situation as Trisha. It would be a little awkward with my boss here."So…I couldn't help but overhear you talking to your boyfriend," she murmured. But he had told me in a rather strange tone."That's right," I answered confidently."Is everything
—Come here— he took me by the arm, leaving towards the swings that I had pointed out to him earlier. It was not obvious that he was angry, but he was thoughtful about the question he had asked, apparently Mr. Carson was hiding certain things.I sat on the swing like a good girl, while Romario seems to be having a bit of a hard time."Hey, don't worry, it's not for you to get like that." I half smiled at him to make him feel better.—Don't worry, I'm calm, I just wanted to clarify something about the question you just asked me—he sat next to me and began to sway at the same rhythm—you'll see, I don't really have an engagement ring, but I'm not from men who are ashamed to accept that I'm married there's just something that happens every time I argue with her- you could see how very thoughtful he was and I could even see how he moved his knee up and down that indicated to me that he had a little anxiety.—First of all—I placed my right hand on his knee to try to stop the movement—you don
"Do you think Melido gave it to you?" Questioning, I'm going to sit on the edge of his bed.Finally, he turns up. His eyes are completely clear, the tip of his nose and cheekbones are red. She hasn't cried, but I guess she could start at any moment."Maybe," he murmurs. I don't have the foggiest idea. Everything is extremely confusing. — I understand.— I feel something very similar — I tell him.—Do you also feel that your heart is fragmented, that your life is a riddle and you fall short in a piece that gives importance to everything?——In fact.— To tell the truth, yes—I admit immediately, without thinking twice. For quite some time I have had the inclination that there is a large opening in my chest - I run a hand to the region where my heart is - and despite the fact that I try to ignore it most of the time, there is usually a period of the day when that it is too overwhelming to even consider imagining that everything is fine.“How are we going to get them back?” he gets informati
that it is spotless, quite dirty, but not broken and still working. Blow off the small screen to remove the abundance of soil and debris before waiting to put on the recordingInside the center. As Jorfit said, the body is no longer there and what is much more terrible, in the video it does not seem who took it, you only see the corpse of Joshua lying by the feet.“All things considered, this is unnerving,” I mutter to myself, slashing at my face with one hand and feeling my throat consume when I swallow, something that causes another hacking assault.“We should take you to the eJustogencies clinic.” “You breathed in a lot of smoke,” Jorfit tells me in a stressed tone, his voice drawn with metallic shock.I put the watch in my jeans pocket before I check it out. My eyebrows practically go up on their own when I see my Jeep haggling on the roof. I didn't understand that the blonde was moving towards him to turn him around."I'm fine," I assure you dryly. I cover my mouth with one hand
"No, not really," he deals with any consequences regarding the basses, apologies."I saw earlier," bisbisbishop, scratching my cheek. Also to explain it, Justo doesn't hate her, like Maxx does."Could it be said that you are significant?"-It is not obvious? As soon as I raise that investigation, I understand that it was dumb. Maxx is in love with Grecia, however, the chump proceeds with the possibility that Justo is his partner, as well as the other way around, so Maxx considers her his enemy, as the main impediment that prevents him from being with that imbecile."How do you know about that?""Since it goes without saying, Angel," he raised, snapping his head back for a millisecond. Also, in light of the fact that a couple of days earlier I overheard her conversing with one of her classmates and she didn't have anything nice to say about Justoedith, I admit it. He really hates her."All things considered, all things considered, I understand it wouldn't be wise for Justoedith to join
“Just a little bit?” “Are you sure?” Without warning, I throw myself at her, laying her down on the bed and running her with my body so I can stimulate her without giving her a chance to escape.Paying attention to your uncontrollable laugh after all the poop that happened today is akin to listening to the most excellent tune at any time. Also, I am boundlessly glad that I am the person who can make her leave trouble in any case, for some time, I am glad that I have the ability and distinction to be the person who makes her laugh when I realize that all she needs is rest. to cry until he nods his head.Despite not feeling in the temperament to put up with eight long consistent stretches of clear music, a manager who is a finished nitwit, and plenty of irritating, tankless, and requesting customers, Justoedith concluded that she would go to work after we woke up from our break. For these lines, as a result of requesting pizza at home, I stayed quietly for her to take a shower, put on h
I don't have the best idea why, but I scream and it gets your attention. The father widens his eyes in shock and the lady says something I don't understand before moving incessantly fast. Father takes a step towards me, I shake my head and start running. I need to go, I need to go home to Mom and Angel. I should have stayed home to deal with my more established brother, similar to how he deals with me when I get sick.Tears blur my vision, however, I keep running as I can hear Dad approaching. I unexpectedly bump into someone, causing them to blurt out a terrible word. I lose my balance and fall into theWater. I try to stand up, but my feet can't track the bottom of the pool; I wave my arms freely to everyone and inadvertently eJusto get another scream from my mouth, causing it to fill with water and the air held in my lungs to run out. I open my eyes, frantically, and the chlorine in this event consumes me.My eyes consume, my lungs consume, my head hurts like 1,000 hell and I feel
"Keep the gates open," I ask simply for a good split second before running straight to my more established brother. With a rare nimbleness in me, I figured out how to avoid the battle going on between Grecia, Jay, and the fearsome Fear Specialist, ending up near Angely in a squinting problem. Come on, how about we go? Murmur, shaking hands to help him up.Angel takes a few seconds, but eventually figures out how to get to his feet and allows me to direct him to the elevator, with our mom doing exactly what I asked her to do; and as he runs to move towards his firstborn, I intend to prevent the entrances from closing.“Pause, what's that?” I hear Angel say in his heaves, barely having the option to get some oxygen into his lungs. Therefore, Greece is absolutely right to give several legs and a kick to the fear specialist.“A bronchodilator.” “It will work,” the mother reacts.“Jay, Greece!” I almost scream when the blonde gets a horrendous mess to the face and the coyote is on the grou
It's gone, as are his odds of getting sick from even a straight normal cold, so none of us can see how, why he surely caused the assault. To top it off, of the three people who could address our questions on the matter, they are absent and seem too busy in light of the fact that none of them solitary react to my calls or instant messages.My internal competition insults the day Derek chose to move in with his sister Cora in South America and also Greece for having to track down his organic mother, since assuming it wasn't so much for her, Mr. Angel would be in Dark Potland, helping us tackle the issues that pile up on our shoulders as time goes on.I abruptly close the fear specialists book as I let out a groan and focus on moving away from my psyche, any distressing ideas, in any capacity.I squeeze the scaffolding on my nose and tilt my head forward, contemplating if Derek or Jose Angel could explain to me why for God's sake I can't peruse a solitary section of this damn book withou
—Michael ?—"Are you okay, honey?" Justin was the one who answered my question.In the kitchen, he was doing the dishes while she sat on the sofa by the fire.When you're done, I have a question for you.After I finished cleaning up, I sat next to her and listened.—What do you want to know?—"I'm curious as to why you never play guitar or sing for me," I asked.It was my guitar in the corner of the room that she pointed out to me.In fact, I hadn't played guitar or performed for her since we met.The reason for this is a mystery to me.Because it's your job and your love of playing, I was hoping you'd play for me at some point.In other words, "I had no idea you expected me to."The only reason I thought of it was because I thought it would be fun. It doesn't matter in the least what you say or do. You are under no obligation to participate if you choose not to. Justin muttered as he scratched his arm and turned his attention elsewhere. At night, "We can watch a movie or do something
-Yes-." Swat , please tell me. "“Justin, I don't know how to phrase this without being disrespectful or insensitive, but I've never met a recovering addict and I just don't think my lifestyle supports it. Your life is chaotic and you told me so. New York was not the place to be sober. Backstage, in the crowd, at awards shows and after parties, as well as among my peers when we have free time, there is drinking. Because my life is so bad , I can't help the fact that I'm going to have to drink near you. In no way, shape, or form do I wish to jeopardize your sobriety.“While it's nice of you to think about it, I can't stay away from the world for long either. For the rest of my life, I'm not going to be able to live in a remote cabin in the middle of nowhere. “I'll have to get used to drinking in public at some point. Probably not today, but in the next few months. Even though I'm well aware of your wild social life, I'm confident.ent that I would manage well if you were here with me.