Have you felt guilty about something? Like deep nerve wracking guilt about something you did that you know you can't tell anybody about even though it kills you having to stay silent about it?
Up until the night of the the award show, that had never been the case for me but afterwards, after having Derris kiss and touch me the way he did, nothing ever really felt the same ever again.
Max. He was the main reason for my guilt, the reason why I now found it hard to sleep at night. He'd done so much and after betraying him the way I did and then having to go back to pretend like nothing happened, well, it was killing me. Slowly until I was sure I would go crazy.
I could have just broken up with him and ended things but I couldn't be sure which would hurt more: breaking up with him or telling him I cheated. And the absolute last thing I wanted to do was hurt Max.
And then there was Derris. The very person who started this whole thing. To the surprise of no one
Neither of us had spoken since Max uttered words that I never thought I would hear from him. To avoid enraging him even more, I kept to myself while his attention was completely on the road ahead of him. He didn't spare me a glance and I could tell just how much I'd hurt him.Now I was torn between telling him the other thing I'd planned to or leaving that for another day.I glanced over at Max and if his tightened grip on the steering wheel, white knuckles and furious scowl on his face were anything to go by, he was definitely not ready for more news today. I was better off telling him another day, preferably when we were not in a car.For the umpteenth time since we got in the car, I glanced over at him and felt my heart clench. Even if I didn't tell him that I never liked him to begin with, our relationship both as friends and a couple was definitely over now.When the car eventually stopped, Max gave me no time to even figure where we were before he b
The next few days after the little incident at the dance studio were not the best and that's saying something considering how shitty my life has been lately. Max refused to talk to me or even acknowledge that I existed which basically confirmed that our “relationship” had ended.It didn't take long for this to be exposed and I went from being the most popular girl in school to being the biggest loser in school. After all, Max and I had only been together for less than a month so that basically proved everyone's assumption that we wouldn't last.No one knew the true story behind our breakup but they really didn't need to to start launching their attacks on me. Pranks, jokes, demeaning messages and notes... You name it. I got it all.It was all mostly from girls that were punishing me for even daring to think that I was good enough to date Max.All in all, I was handling it all pretty well until the most unexpected thing happened.I
I stepped into the car and sank into the car seat, feeling it get wet underneath me. Almost instantly, I froze and slowly looked over at Derris whose eyes were on me. I knew why and it didn't give me a good feeling. "I'm sorry. I'll clean it up, I swear," I promised even though I had no idea how I was to clean spoilt milk off the car seat and get rid of the smell. However, Derris merely rolled his eyes at me and stated, "Don't mind that. Are you okay? Did Aria hurt you?" "Uh, nope. Just the milk," I replied. "Yeah. Sorry about her. I know she did it because of me," he mumbled as he slid the key in the ignition and started the car. I tried not to let my surprise show as I played with the hem of my skirt. I was back to wondering how this guy went from hating me to standing up for me in a matter of days. What brought about the change? Why was he doing this? "Why?" I found myself blurting out before I could help it. "Why what
I stepped out of the bathroom dressed in Derris' clothes which just like last time consisted of a black shirt and pants. Made me wonder what his closet looked like.The guy in question was seated on his bed out on his bed playing a soccer game on his PlayStation 5. Silently I sat beside him and watched him play. He didn't seem to take notice of me as he was engrossed in the game he was playing.When the final whistle was blown, he glanced at me and asked, "You play?""Nope. Never," I answered and shook my head."Well there's always a first time for everything," he said as he tossed me a second controller.I stared at the small device with all its buttons and controls, all of which were completely foreign to me and wondered what to do."Red, the game has started," Derris called causing me to look up at the game in question. I had no idea what I was doing and it showed. My dad watched soccer a few times so I had an idea what the game was about
[Derris' POV]Being unpredictable had always been a certain charm of mine, if you could call it that. Mood swings and change in temperament were just a few of the ways I shut people out. Didn't let them get too close.It was the same case with Allison. Whenever I sensed her getting close to the ‘real me’, I did what I always did and shut her out.If she was scared of me, then she wouldn't be brave enough to ask any questions. At least, that was my reasoning.But when Allison kissed me... let's just say I was not expecting that.Completely caught off guard, my eyes widened, my heartbeat quickened and I gripped my pants as she pushed her tongue into my mouth and deepened the kiss. It was an amateurish kiss but it was impossible not to get lost in the feel and taste of her mouth and lips.Then about two seconds later, she broke the kiss and looked down at her lap sheepishly. I could only blink silently at her.
[Allison's POV]"Janelle was Max's friend back when he lived in England. When he moved here, we became friends but he and Janelle continued to stay in touch. When we were about fourteen, Janelle came here to see him. Max was ecstatic and he confessed to me that he'd always had a crush on her and had plans to confess to her now that she was in the country. Then I slept with her.""Why?" I asked curiously."I don't know!" he groaned, running his hand through his hair. "It just kinda happened. One moment, we were watching a movie, the next, she was straddling and kissing me and things kinda went on from there.""How did Max find out then?""She told him. Apparently she thought we were an item and was excited about it but–""You had no intention of dating her. It was supposed to be a one time thing," I completely for him.He nodded. "Yup. Max was livid when Janelle told him and very cross with me but I was particularly moved. I stil
A little while after, we were both seated back at the kitchen island, each of us silently thinking. Derris' hug surprised me but then again, it wasn't the only surprising thing that had happened today. "So do you want to tell me what you meant by what you said?" I looked up from my clasped hands and locked eyes with him. "I don't know. Should I?" "You don't have to if you don't want to. No pressure. I haven't exactly given you any reason to trust me but after what you said, I just realized that I don't know you all too well and I do want that very much," he confessed, placing his hand on mine. "I want to know you too but it doesn't seem like that's what you want. It's like you don't trust me," I mumbled with my head bowed. "I do. At least I want to. It's just not that easy for me," he exhaled, letting his head fall back. "Do you trust me? I want a sincere, direct answer from you. Do you trust me?" A brief silence fo
"What about you?" Derris piped up out of the blue."What about me?" I asked back."Well what happened to you? What's your story?""Well it's not all that complicated. My family was perfect. Then my siblings died in a car crash, my mom ran away afterwards and my dad took to the bottle. We used to be close but not anymore. There, you have it," I concluded, sounding a lot more chirpy about it than I actually was. Derris saw through it though. "You don't have to fake being okay around me, you know? I actually showed you my vulnerable side. You don't have to be afraid to do the same.""You're probably right but compared to you, what I went through seems a lot more trivial," I confessed what I was feeling."But it's not, is it? It's not you had it easy though. You mentioned you lost your siblings. That must not have been easy for you.""It wasn't." I shook my head."Tell me about them," he asked. I looked up at him since I wasn't expecting
"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