NORAI stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me in frustration. I was still fuming about my encounter with that woman - she was such a devil! I grumbled to myself as I yanked open my closet door and tossed my jacket inside. I couldn't believe the nerve of her, acting like she could go around controlling everyone here and there. I wished I had never even met her. As I paced around my room, I tried to calm myself down, but it was no use. The anger was boiling inside of me.I proceeded to take off my boots, its discomfort out of this world. I kicked off my boots, not even bothering to put them away properly. I was too worked up to care. I marched into the bathroom, my heart still racing from the encounter. I splashed cold water on my face, hoping it would calm me down. But it didn't help. There was a whole lot more I wanted to say to that woman but what was the point?I changed into my soft, cozy nightgown, grateful for the comfort it brought. As I walked down the stairs, I t
JORDANI stood there, my mind a million miles away. I couldn't focus on anything, my thoughts constantly drifting off. As a result, I made mistake after mistake, my performance in practice suffering as a result. I could see the coach's face getting redder and redder, his frustration growing with each mistake I made. Finally, he snapped, yelling at me and storming over to where I stood.I felt like a child being scolded, but I couldn't muster up any sort of defense. I knew I was in the wrong, my lack of focus costing me dearly. The coach's words were harsh, so harsh I knew I could have tried harder to not receive those outbursts. The coach finished his tirade, turning on his heel and storming off. I stood there, head hanging, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. I had let myself down, my teammates down, and my coach down. I knew I had to do better, but I didn't know how. I felt like I was in a fog, unable to think clearly or focus on anything. I was lost, unsure of how to get out of the
NORAI cursed under my breath, a string of profanities spilling from my lips. I couldn't believe who I was seeing in the ring. How could she do this? How could she just drop me off here and run? I felt my anger rising, my hands shaking. I couldn't believe that she had left me like this. Apparently, I was happy for the freedom my father had just given me so I decided I could use a walk only to come across Natalie stalking Jordan. Knowing I’d caught her, she bolted off. Like seriously, huh?I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I looked through the crowd of people in front of me, and there I sighted his friends. Even though I shouldn’t be doing this and should keep a far distance from both him and his group of friends, I couldn’t.“Hello.” Just a pat over their shoulders was all it took to grab their attention. I know they ain’t quite familiar with my face which is one reason why I stood on business and what exactly I came to them for. “Get him out of that ring.” I dem
NORAI knew I had to get out of there. I had to get away from this scene, from this place. I tried to move, but my feet felt like they were stuck to the floor. Finally, with a massive effort, I managed to take a step back. Then another. I slowly backed out of the closet, my eyes still fixed on the door across from me. When I reached the hallway, I turned and ran. I didn't know where I was going, I just knew I had to get away.I turned a corner and found myself in an empty classroom. I sank down onto the floor, my legs having lost balance. My heart was beating so fast, I thought it might burst out of my chest. My head was pounding, a pressure building behind my eyes. I felt dizzy, as if I might faint. I tried to calm myself down, to take deep breaths. But it was no use. I was trapped in a spiral of fear and confusion. I didn't know what to do.Suddenly, I heard a voice. It was calm and steady, cutting through the chaos in my mind. "Focus on the present," it said. "Breathe in, breath
NORA I was expecting him to lure me in like I’d imagined but I should have known it could only be in my daydream. As he shifted away from me, a knot of disappointment twisted in my stomach. His smirk only made it worse, as if he was enjoying my discomfort. I felt like a fool, putting herself out there and being rejected so gruesomely. I wanted to sink into the floor and disappear. Was it all a joke to him? Had he just been leading me on? As he walked away, I felt like I’d been stabbed in the heart.I yanked the door open and ran out after him, my anger giving me energy. "Hey, you!" I shouted, my voice shaking. I stood in front of him, arms crossed, blocking his way. "What was that about?" I demanded. "Why did you lead me on like that?" I glared at him, trying to make him understand how much he'd hurt me. "You're an asshole," I spat upon receiving a response from him. He just stood there watching me like I was some pathetic psycho. With a shake of head, I walked away, and clutch
NORAAfter the collision, Lucan and I just stood there, frozen in place, both of us blushing and feeling a bit awkward. After a few moments, we finally broke apart, our faces red and their hearts racing. "I'm so sorry!" Lucan blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. "It's alright," I said, trying to sound composed, but my voice betrays my nervousness. An uncomfortable silence filled the air.The Ferris wheel was our last ride for the day. I let my driver drop Natalie and Lucan off at their home first before mine. I felt a strange mix of emotions as I approached my front door. I was embarrassed by the collision on the Ferris wheel, but also strangely exhilarated. It was as if I had been thrown into a whirlwind of sensations, and I didn't know how to process it all. As I unlocked the door and stepped inside, I realized how exhausted I was. The events of the night had taken their toll on me, and I could barely keep my eyes open. I kicked off my shoes and trudged up the stairs, all I
NORAMy mouth dropped open in surprise. I never expected Jordan, the school's notorious bad boy, to apologize for anything - especially not for what he had done. But there it was, plain as day, his sincere apology hanging in the air between us. What should I say next? A nervous giggle escaped from my lips as I surveyed the cafeteria, my eyes darting around to avoid looking directly at Jordan. I knew I had to say something, but I wasn't sure what. Finally, I looked at him and asked, "Sorry for what?" I tried to sound casual, but my voice betrayed my nervousness. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and fidgeted with my necklace, trying to calm my racing heart. I waited for Jordan’s response, hoping that he would provide some clue as to what he was apologizing for.“I feel you need it. So, I’m sorry.” My eyes widened as I processed Jordan’s words. He had apologized, but he hadn't explained what he was apologizing for. I opened my mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the
NORA Turning to face him, I knew I should tell him to leave, but something about him kept me rooted to the spot. He made himself at home on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table. He looked entirely too comfortable, and it was starting to annoy me. I watched him help himself to a drink from the fridge, then turned on the TV and began channel surfing. He made himself right at home, clearly oblivious to the fact that he wasn't welcome. Meanwhile, I was seething with anger at his audacity. How dare he act like he belonged here?I stood still against the doorway, my arms crossed over my chest, as I stared daggers at Jordan. "What do you want?" I asked, my voice low and deadly serious. Jordan, however, acted as if he hadn't heard me, cheering and waving his arms in the air at every goal scored on the TV. I gritted my teeth, my anger boiling over. How dare he ignore me? I turned on my heel and marched up the stairs, casting a warning glare over my shoulder at Jordan. "Don'
Third Person’s Pov{Seven Years Later}“Do you know who my mother is?” Sky blue-eyed golden curls, Caily leapt on her feet, screeching.“No, you! Do you know who my father is?!” Aged five deep brown-eyed Nico with a mass of tousled dark curls boomed across the field, running unscathed to shelter the door. “Do you know who my daughter is?” Spencer challenged the two kids, stepping out of his car to squint his eyes at them, taking their sights in. Their resemblance was what alarmed him first. Nora had informed him at the jail five years ago she gave birth to a baby boy and four years ago too, that she’s already pregnant with a baby girl just a month after giving birth. It was risky but he remembered giving her his blessings. These can’t be his daughters bearing. They look too handsome and pretty for a child— the girl taking after her mother and the eldest, the boy taking after the father. “Who’s your daughter here, sir?” Caily’s pouty face turned serious. “We happen to know our pa
NORA {College, Three Years Later} Stony Brook University. Just the asignsment alone drives me crazy. I don’t have a choice. I became pretty much popular after my father’s scandal three years ago and luckily, people didn’t treat me bad because of that. Instead, they placed burdens on my shoulders. No events comes without me been among its planners, and you don’t speak of the teachers’ favorite without including me. I never thought I was going to experience such privilege in my life, even though it was so exhausting. Somehow, I have managed through three of my years here, left with just one year and I will be free. The fact that mostly half of the school would miss me not enough to encourage me to fail my last exam, and lag behind just to continue staying with them. “How are you able to read and write in such a noisy atmosphere as this?” When my roommate, Alice, came in, that was the first thing she asked me. “The fear of failure kept me going. Then again…” I hit my pe
JORDANAfter the night spent with Nora two days ago, I told her we should schedule our next meeting for when I have spoken with my mother. I want to introduce them to each other. I want my mother to see the girl that captured my heart. My mother and her boyfriend are somewhere around New York, and ever since she told me of their address, I never had the chance to visit them. Until now. The taste of calling him my mother’s boyfriend remained bitter on my lips. They better get married, being her husband would make far more better meaning. “You didn’t tell me beforehand you’re coming.” Was the first thing my mother said when she saw me at her doorstep. It’s a rented apartment meanwhile she gave me an owned bigger one, bought in my name. Where would I have been by now? At my friends’. Embarrassing. “You want me to go back?” I carefully asked before stepping insude. She shook her head and let me in. She walked me around the house and the only impressive thing about it was the big
NORA‘He’s leaving the country.’ Early in the next morning after I barely managed to sleep, the text woke me up. I don’t step out of the house without taking my bath but it was so tempting to do it for the first time. What stopped me was the bad smell drifting from me that would discourage Jordan even if he eventually decide to take me back. I took my bath but it was snappy, the shortest I have ever spent inside the bathroom. I didn’t get to make choices from my closet. I opted for the first one my hand reached. I knew first impression was everything but this wasn’t the first time Jordan would see me and then, I still remember him telling me how beautiful I look even without trying. “Where to?” It caught me by surprise that Liam was at home then it dawned on me it's Saturday. I wanted to turn around and just go back to my room but it's more scary not trying.“Jordan’s.” I responded. I waited for him to stop me from moving or even go as far as locking the door. I won't put it p
NORAA Month LaterI haven’t even applied to any college. It’s been a month of me constantly locking myself in my room, each time I go out only happening because I need to take my meals. My life has been upside down. A month of heavy changes in our family— my father no longer being the prime minister, my mother still forming enmity with us and her children. And above all, Jordan still not wanting to see me. Or should I say I don’t even know his whereabouts? Theodore kept checking up on me, not understanding I don’t want him here, not anywhere close to me. I don’t want to see anybody. I have tried chasing him off but he won’t leave. I know it’s Liam’s handiwork, thinking Theodore can get me to leave the walls of my room. He's a good guy though. He's not considering my behavior though I am trying to change towards him. If I don't want to remain a loner.Over the month, I went to the jail to check on my father and unlike what I expected of him, he didn’t chase me away. I told him o
LUCAN“No, you’re staying here with us.”I’m instantly on edge, tensed beneath my parents probing gaze. My decision to corner them before leaving for work, failing woefully. “I have nothing doing here.” I again try to persuade. “No, you have school here. Your resumption is barely two weeks away.” My father interjected this time, again turning the dice on me. Cassidy’s burial was just yesterday, and I am already fed up staying at New York. Everything reminds me of her, her memories too disturbing for me to live with.I don’t even get myself. If I ever want to, I need to vacate to another country. The problem now been my unyielding parents. If I ever want anything from them, what I know so far was how I have to work my way for it, by persuading then like there's no tomorrow.“You are capable of transferring schools for me. I’m tired of NY, I just want to change location. Nothing else, I promise.” I’m being wise. Staying here, I won’t even be able to mind my studies, everywhere I g
Third Person’s Pov{Feelings At The Burial}Mere looking at the casket being lowered to the ground almost had Jordan tearing up. The fact that ought to be him and not Cassidy, has his brain on a pause, discarding every other thoughts. If only he was in the right sense to chase after Jasper that day. With his own very hands, they would have killed him away, accepting to live the rest of his lives in jail. Then he saw his mother. The person who has been long murdered by the two devilish husband and wife. He wanted to go to her, to check if he was seeing the reality but the dead body in his arms was much more worthy than running after the woman who abandoned him. If she wasn’t dead, she should have came for him but that was a now. She left him with her heartless ex husband to witness nemesis. And when he saw Nora at the Ford’s, the fear of rejection once again appeared before his face. He’s still dealing with a loss, having her come to tell him they can’t work would be another bruis
A Week LaterNORAThere’s going to be a burial, for Cassidy. The burial is going to take place at the Green-Wood Cemetery, Brooklyn.Together with Natalie, we are going to be visiting her family first to offer our condolences before we all head to the Cemetery. The school announced her death about five days ago through the school news portal, since the school has been on break. A few were saddened, most were gladdened receiving their freedom. I almost felt like punching holes in their faces whenever one or two of their disheartening comments popped up but I’d just injure myself by punching my phone. It would have been better face-to-face. How can people be so cruel? A little sympathy even if they don’t mean it most definitely won’t hurt a fly.The Ford’s family are rich, even if it looks average. The security guard must be having a tough time opening and shutting the door, for the numerous visitors. “They’re inside.” He directed us and I gave him a nod. A little more and I’d for
NORAYou want to know that one time I feel like jumping over a cliff? The moment I ran to the scene, and got there only when the deed was done. Fate didn’t even give me the chance to be in her stead. You think I wouldn’t in a blink? I would. What use was life to me before? Nothing. The guy I want, I can never get. I got him, I must not stay. Now what? If anybody doesn’t, I’m going to make sure Jasper regrets the ruin he caused. I’m angry, I feel annoyed, I want to drag my nails over my face. Cassidy fucking died! She was murdered. I saw her being rushed into the ambulance in cold blood and my body lost all blood. How can a father be so insane to go as far as killing his own son? If not to get out of prison, then I wonder what his motive was. And my father? I don’t know how else to say he’s in trouble.To be frank, Jordan didn’t even want to speak with me. I remembered running towards him, where he was on the floor wailing, and it was unexpected when he totally ignored me befo