NORA“What are you doing here?”I turned to face my brother, her eyes wide with confusion and disbelief. Whilst, Liam just stared back at me, his face impassive. Jordan stood next to him, his arms crossed, and his jaw set.The principal watched the two of them, his brow furrowed. Suddenly, Jordan turned and stormed out of the office, the door slamming behind him.My head was shaking with anger as I stared at my brother, my eyes flashing with accusation. "You decided to stay behind and cause trouble at my school?" I demanded, my hands balling into fists at my sides.He just looked at me, his expression unreadable, his mouth a thin, hard line. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, slapping it down on the principal's desk. "Take this, chase that guy out of this school, and we'll call it even."The principal's eyes shifted from Liam to Nora, a frown creasing his brow. "I can't accept this." he said, standing his ground. "And I won't ask a student to leave just becaus
LIAMI walked into the bar, the smell of alcohol and sweat filling my nose. The dimly lit room was packed with people, loud music blaring from the speakers. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I saw groups of people huddled around small tables, their faces glowing in the blue light of their phones. I made my way to the bar, and almost immediately, a group of women approached me, their faces eager and excited. I could tell they were sizing me up, trying to determine if I was worth their time.I ignored the women who were trying to catch my attention, and walked straight to the bartender. He looked at me, his eyes widened in surprise. I could tell he recognized my wealth, and he was eager to please. I sat down at the bar, and he slid a menu towards me. I looked at it briefly, but I knew what I wanted. "I'll have a scotch, neat." I said, and he nodded, reaching for a bottle on the shelf behind him.I could feel the eyes of the women who had approached me still on me, but I paid them
NORAMy laughter was nervous and shaky, as I tried to cover up my surprise at seeing Theodore standing in my room. I stepped away from the window and ran my hand through my hair, trying to act casual. But inside, I was panicking, wondering how long he had been there and what he had seen. Most definitely, he had seen me sneaking back into my room. He looked at me quizzically no doubt, noticing my odd smile. Theodore's finger pointed at the window, and I felt my stomach drop. He knew. He knew I had just snuck in and isn’t even trying to hide it. All the color drained from my face as I met his gaze. "Oh-“ My voice came gratefully above a whisper. "I can explain." I can see the questions in his eyes, but before I could say anything, he held up his hand to stop me. "I don't need an explanation, I just want to know if you're okay."Once he saw me nod, he turned around and I watched Theodore turn to leave, heading towards the door. As he reached for the handle, I felt a sudden urge
NORAI only realized what the hell I had just done when I looked at the face of the person I had just jumped on. I don’t know what he’s here for or how on earth he was able to discover his way here but I knew the level of surprise I felt seeing him is unimaginable. He looked down at me in his arms, his jaw breaking as he managed to maintain me in his arms. I chuckled slightly at the level of intensity of his eyes just so I won’t start trembling in his hands and God knows, his energy could break and I end up on the floor, broken. When the front door went ajar, I snapped back to my senses and made sure to drop down from Jordan’s arm and turn around just to meet with my brother’s alarmed face. He must not have expected what his eyes had just saw.“Uhm, it’s nothing, Liam. You’re giving me the face.” I crackled, when he starts to give me the predator expression. I had to not only shift back but distance myself a little bit away from Jordan also. To avoid what’s avoidable. “Who is he?”
NORAI dropped Natalie off at home even though I was persistent, I had to since she has a part time job to hurry over to. Left with Jordan, I knew I couldn’t drive home, it would cause a flip. Liam might even decide to strangle him while he’s sleeping. I can’t take it past him, I feel the hatred between them. With the hope he’s going to wake up in the next two hours so I can go home and not to be late and get the worst disciple of my life, I fastened my drive and soon I was at Jordan’s place. I stepped out of the car only to hesitate. I’m not guaranteed Sawyer isn’t home, she’s going to get mad when she sees me. It’s either I risk it or have my mother finally transfer me over to another country for the rest of my schooling. I’m skipping dinner, and getting home late nowadays, it’s scary. I didn’t bother to knock since the door was already slightly left opened. It was hectic getting Jordan. I barely managed to get him across the couches when he slumped from my hand onto a couch nea
NORAMy lips continued to rummage his mouth, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist keeping me elevated off his lap to be pressed tightly against his muscular chest. I could barely feel my breathing as I softly bite on his lips, my murmurs feeling the house until he disengaged from the kiss and I was forced to look up at him, the throb between my legs not helping my sanity. “Do you know you’re doing?” His tone was serious, a slight peck of amusement at one corner of his face. I trailed my hands slowly around his neck and I could feel his reluctance. “I know what this is.” I breathed a response, even though I was sure I might regret this later. I made for his lips again only for him to tilt his head back. “Please, Jordan, let’s just do it. I might go crazy if I don’t.” I blinked up at him as his arms dropped from my waist, I shifted awkwardly upon a pulse down there. Full of indecision he made to rise up but I forced him back and he gave me the look asking again if I was fully r
NORANevertheless, his mouth failed to leave my aching heat. I couldn’t suppress my scream nor the way his hand trailed my torso while I kept calling out his names multiple times as I pant, firm on the bed.I screamed when his tongue slipped suddenly inside of me just as he slipped it out, his mouth lavishing that needy area in between my thighs. Having his tongue inside was like having my head spin different directions. It feels so exhilarating.His tongue slipped in and out running over the part that was pulsing down there. I wanted to cry but in pleasure, the heat at the base of my stomach was was gathering into tight ball of heat. Longingly I arched up to him rubbing my hips against his face. “Jordan.” I groaned when he pulled away all of a sudden his body disappearing over to a side of the room. I don’t know why he’d left but inwardly I was hoping for him to come back and place that thing back back inside me. “Sorry, just need to take this off.” He came back his hand in his hai
NORAIt was only dawn the next morning when I woke up and left Jordan’s place. He was still fast asleep when I left, there was no time to wake him up so I didn’t hesitate and reach my home exactly thirty minutes later. It was hard sneaking in, the light knock on the gate before the security could open the door and how I stylishly succeeded making my way into my room without been caught. The next thing I did was get under the covers, it will be full morning soon so I laid my head on the pillow, to sleep, they will have no choice than to believe I slept in not out. Morning came by in a blur and since it’s a Saturday, I had no problem staying longer in bed. Of course, not that long because my slumber was soon disrupted by my room’s door been knocked ajar… I need not be told but I knew whom it was. “You were in yesterday?” Liam questioned, the annoying stepping of his feet enough to break me out of sleep. His tone was holding curiousity, and I knew he’s trying to sniff in my words ba
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