It'd taken a lot of effort to convince the security guards at Derris' home to let me in. Apparently, Derris always left a message with them whenever I was coming and now that he hadn't, I couldn't be allowed to come in.
"But Derris asked me to come," I lied hoping they fell for it.
"Oh really? And are we supposed to believe you?" one of the guards sneered.
"Um yeah?" I offered.
"Well unfortunately sweetie, we're not buying it. You're not the first girl to come here saying that Derris asked you to come and you probably won't be the last."
"But I've come here before! You know me!" I argued, my voice going a pitch higher.
"Neither were they," the other guard remarked smugly. Realizing what he meant, I found myself at a loss for words.
What was I doing here anyway? I wasn't special and Derris sure as hell didn't think so. So why was I here exactly?
I exhaled and took a step back from the gate. I'd just turned to leave when
I was speechless. Then again, it wasn't like I could speak considering the fact that Derris fucking Fox was actually kissing me. Like his lips were on mine and his tongue was in my mouth.Did I walk into a parallel universe when I stepped into this room? A parallel universe where Derris Fox could actually kiss me?My brain was running haywire and my thoughts were a jumbled mess. My heart was racing and I couldn't move a muscle. Derris was actually kissing me. My first kiss and it was from my celebrity crush.Yup, I was definitely dreaming. I had to be. This was definitely another one of my dreams and I was waking up in three... two... one!But I didn't wake up. Derris' lips were still on mine meaning that this was very much real. Holy fucking moly!At that point, Derris broke the kiss and pulled away, still cupping my cheek. We stared at each other silently and perhaps a little awkwardly. As usual, Derris' face gave nothing away but I could stare a
Ever since my siblings died and my family fell apart, I'd become used to things never going my way, first with my dad and then with Derris.Of course after a while, I got used to it. In fact, I began to prepare for it. Whenever something good happened to me, I subconsciously prepared myself for disappointment.I definitely had not been expecting things to turn out the way they had with Derris. It was a real shocker, getting my first kiss from my celebrity crush. That was basically every teenage girl's dream and I got to experience it.But as I prepared for school, the familiar fear arose. Derris and I actually seemed to be making headway in our “relationship” if it could even be called that. He was nicer these days and it was easier being around him. Plus he gave me my first kiss.But he was prone to sudden mood swings. Would he be the same especially considering that he probably wasn't going to show up to school intoxicated?I had ques
One moment I was walking down the hallway, the next I was in a cluttered janitor's closet, pinned to the wall by the very same guy I'd kissed just a day before.My life really was one heck of a rollercoaster ride. It was almost comical. Almost.For the past minute since pulling me in here, Derris hadn't said a word and had the fiercest scowl on his face leaving me to wonder what I'd done now."Why'd you do it?" he questioned out of the blue."Huh? Do what?" I asked back."Don't you dare play dumb, Allison because you sure as hell know what I mean!" he raged, gripping my shoulders tight."B-But I really r-really don't," I shook my head."What do you see in him anywhere? Huh, Allison? Tell me! What is it?" he asked again angrily shaking me as he did.I stared at him blankly for a moment, still processing his questions until it eventually dawned on me who he was referring to."Wait a minute, are you talking about Max?"
[Quick Note: This story is told mostly from Allison's point of view but I will be switching to other characters' point of view mostly Derris a few times just to get their perspective once in a while]Derris' POVI was a terrible person. A terrible, horrible person that didn't deserve anything good in life. Especially not a pure hearted and beautiful person like Allison.I'd always known that since the first day I ran into her even though I basically knew nothing about her.Perhaps it had been her eyes. Amber, wide and full of so much innocence and purity. So much unlike the dark being that was me.Then there was her silly comment about my nose. It'd been so dumb and made it quite clear that my presence intimidated her which was cute.That definitely was not the first time that girls made weird comments when meeting me but she stood out a little more when she tirturned tail and ran away almost as if she couldn't stand being around
[Derris' POV]Pulling up outside Aria's Beverly Hills penthouse apartment where she lived by herself, I had to deal with the usual hassles of dealing with the paparazzi who of course wanted to know what I was doing at Aria's considering that we once used to be an item.I managed to avoid answering their questions and eventually I was safe in Aria's apartment.The housekeeper, Mrs. Travis or Leslie as I preferred to call her was vacuuming when I walked in and stopped the machine with a smile on her face when she saw me."Hello Master Derris. It's been a while," she bowed slightly as she spoke."For the last time Leslie, it's Derris to you. God, you and Roger are just the same," I heaved a long sigh and hitting my palm on my forehead."You know that will never happen," she answered."I know." I rolled my eyes before moving over to the issue that brought me here. "Leslie, where is Aria?""She's in her room."I glanced at th
I woke up expecting to find myself in a dark dusty closet but instead found myself lying on my own bed in my own room which for one was pretty weird. How exactly did I get back in my room when the only distinct memory I had before passing out was staring blankly into space after I could no longer cry again? I had completely no idea. Still confused as to how I got home, I reached into the inside pocket of my jacket and pulled out my phone to find tons of missed calls from Nellie. Perhaps she'd found me after all. Feeling the need to confirm it, I dialled Nellie's number and waited for her to pick up. As soon as she did, she immediately yelled, "Allison, oh my gosh! You're actually alive! Just where the heck have you been, young lady and why didn't you pick all my calls? I've worried sick." "Wait, you didn't bring me home?" I asked thrown off by her questions. "Bring you home? What do you mean?" was her response over the phone. "
Derris' presence in Miss Audrey's dance class was definitely a major surprise to everyone, me inclusive. While everyone around me, mostly girls, murmured and gave possible options as to why he was here, I could only stare at him.Reason and logic told me that I was supposed to hate him and not find anything about him attractive at all but my heart was a different case entirely.Everything from the inky black hair to his stormy gray eyes and those lips of his that screamed ‘Kiss me!’... I had kissed them only for him to refuse to acknowledge it the very next day.That was enough to snap me out of my physical assessment. I overlooked the signature smug smirk, confident stance and everything else about him that reflected elegance and looked away from him completely."Is there any reason why you're here, Mister Fox?" Miss Audrey asked after managing to quiet the class."No particular reason really but if it wouldn't be too much trouble, cou
"Gently. Gently," Nellie repeated continuously while carefully assisting me out of Max's car. I rolled my eyes at her but still did as she said.When I was on my feet and Nellie still wouldn't stop holding me, I turned to her and groaned, "For the love of God Nellie! I'm okay. I didn't break any bones and I can walk by myself. Now could you quit coddling me? I'm not an invalid!""I'm just being cautious, Allie. You really scared me today when you blacked out," she admitted soberly. I relaxed and wrapped my arms around her. "I get that, Nellie and I love you for it but I'm okay. Seriously.""I know. I know. You're just so fragile sometimes like a little egg and that makes me just want to cuddle you." She wrapped her arms around me even tighter until I couldn't breathe."Nellie!" I managed to croak, my voice raspy."Oh right. Sorry. I'll be inside if you need me," she winked suggestively at me before heading into my house, leaving me alone with Max.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" I inquired, looking at his stitched-up wound with concern. "I'm sure. You heard the medic. It wasn't really serious. The bullet just grazed me. I'll be fine," he assured me but it did nothing to abate my worry. "But still... You could have been seriously injured. Why did you have to rush in like that?" "It was all worth it to make sure you didn't leave here in a body bag. I'd do anything to protect you," he stated, staring seriously at me. "How about you try not to die while you're at it?" He chuckled. "I'll do my best." I nodded to show that I was satisfied and continued to look at his wound. "Allison?" he called. I looked up from the wound. "Yes?" "About what Aria said—" he started. I raised my hand to stop him. "I don't want to hear it. Be it the truth or not," I told him. "I still want you to know. I've kept it to myself for so long but I didn't know how I w
I had several hours before my flight to England which was taking off early tomorrow morning. Nellie being Nellie, she'd organized a get-together for all of us. A farewell party for me.At the party, she'd decided to embarrass me by unexpectedly showing up with an album containing pictures from my childhood that had somehow ended up at her place.Baby photos, bath photos, birthday photos, embarrassing pictures; it was there and Nellie was taking great delight in my embarrassment."I hate you!" I whispered to her while Max and Derris were laughing over a picture taken of me trying to steal a piece of my birthday cake before the birthday and ending it with it all over."Aww! I love you too, boo," she replied, blowing a kiss at me. I rolled my eyes at her before attempting to snatch the album from them."Hey! What gives?" Max whined. "I think that's enough pictures for one day, don't you think? Besides, aren't you guys supposed to be sad that I'm leavi
Neither Derris nor I spoke about the situation with his mom again. Things were a little tense because of it so ignoring it was probably for the best. The next day, Derris got discharged from the hospital so he could finally go home which was enough cause for celebration. But I was also reminded of the fact that that meant I would be leaving soon. I had told my dad to book another flight, guaranteeing him that nothing was going to stop us from leaving this time. The flight was booked to go in three days. Three days to say goodbye to everything and everyone I'd ever known and loved. It was a little depressing but I tried my best not to focus on my nearing departure and just live in the moment and at the moment, I was happy that Derris was doing okay and out of the hospital. After he was released to us, we — consisting of Max, Caleb, Jeremy, Nellie, Derris and I — piled into Max's car and drove to Derris' house. The atmosphere was filled with excitement
Derris made a quick recovery afterwards. It was probably because of his phobia for hospitals after his experience when he was younger but either way, I was happy about that. But despite all my pleas, he'd still refused to see his mom and even when she tried to speak to him, he'd either ignore her or coldly tell her to leave because she wasn't wanted. It was clear he'd made us his mind and that was what worried me. I knew that if he continued to hold on to his resentment for his parents, it would only come back to harm him later on. In a way, it already had. I just had to make him see that. A day to his discharge, I was with him in his ward, reading a book to him like he'd asked me to. When I looked up from the book though, he wasn't looking at me like he always did. Instead, he was staring into space thoughtfully. I dropped the book on my lap and tapped him. "Hey. What are you thinking about?" "Everything and nothing, I guess. Why'd you stop?"
Long story short, I missed my flight the next day. It was a little hard to explain why I couldn't leave town just yet to my dad but being the caring person he was, he understood. Since the family who bought our house didn't have plans to move in just yet, we didn't have to move out yet so our accommodation was settled, at least for now. The next few days after Derris' accident though, were anything but. As it turned out, his injuries were a lot severe and he had to be rushed into surgery two times while still being in a coma. Every moment he spent in surgery was a moment I spent wondering if he would come out alive. And when he did, I was torn between being happy that he made it out and devastated that he was still in a coma. But after seeing his car and the accident scene, it really was a wonder he hadn't died on the spot. Supposedly, Derris had crashed into a parked car from behind and then had his car run into by another car. The police rep
Things progressed smoothly for a while. My dad got a few offers for the house and eventually decided on one. With the down payment, we were able to find a little flat abroad which we paid for upfront.The plan was to move to England about a month before I was to resume at Sunnyside which would give us the time to settle in at our new place.To get rid of the stuff we couldn't bring with us, my dad insisted we had a yard sale which turned out to be a little harder than I thought.We kept only the things that were important to us and our family as a whole and put the more trivial things on sale but even then, seeing other kids touch my little sister's old dolls, the twin's colouring sets and other things like that...It was a lot harder than I thought it would be.But after the yard sale ended, it felt as though a load had been lifted off my shoulders and I could finally breathe. We'd kept those items around for so long and now that they were g
After my conversation with my dad, I got back to Mr Raymond as soon as possible and told him that I had accepted his offer. He was ecstatic, to say the least. He told me to inform him whenever I planned to come to England so my accommodation could be made available.I did, however, have a few months before the dance academy came back into session.My dad and I planned to move to England though as soon as the house sold so we were working towards that.The thought of moving filled me with fear and excitement. I would be leaving Nellie and the life I had known for years to an entirely different environment. Then again, after the year I had had, the prospect of moving was pretty exciting.It was a mix of emotions. Nellie had been pretty sad when I told her my plans."You know I'm always going to have your back no matter what. I'm so happy for you— and also sad. I'm going to miss you, Allison," she sniffled. I rolled my eyes at her dramatics.
Later that night, I was in my room, browsing through my computer for information about Sunnyside. Turns out it was a pretty big establishment and a highly respected one at that.I had no idea how I never knew about them but the more stuff I learnt about, the more my desire to attend the school was piqued.There was just one problem. The school was far away in England and would require me to stay there. Was I ready to uproot my life and that of my dad's? Would my dad even agree to it?I sighed as I turned off my laptop and walked over to my bed, sighing heavily as I flopped on the bed.I still hadn't told my dad about the leaked video and now there was this. The offer was literally godsent but what would my dad think of it?At that moment, there was a knock at my door before it was opened and my dad popped his head in. I sat upright and smiled as my dad walked in, bearing a tray."Hey Dad," I mumbled."Hey, sweetheart. Just thoug
The next few days after my return to school were tumultuous, to say the least. After what Derris did to the guy who assaulted me, no one approached me directly again.Instead, their attacks were more discreet. I got messages instead. Notes, private anonymous messages from people telling me all the nasty things that they couldn't say to my face for fear of upsetting Derris.Every day, I walked into school, looking at the faces around me, wondering who sent the last messages.Nellie told me to just ignore it and not read them but sometimes I just couldn't help it and I got hurt.Some were even accompanied by pictures from the clip and lewd messages. The video had been taken down but pictures couldn't exactly be erased.I tried to ignore it and not let all the whispers, murmurs and messages get to me like Nellie advised but it was easier said than done.I felt trapped at school like my every move was being watched and at home too. I knew that s