“So are you here with your girlfriend?” I asked the stranger who later introduced himself as Jackson. We were dancing along with a couple of other people who had given up on drinking and kissing. “Nope. I’m single actually and by the looks of it so are you.” His hands were on my waist and he was so close that we stood with our noses almost touching. I could tell that he had deep blue eyes and that his dark lashes were long in the dim light. I laughed at his words. “How would you know I’m single and not just cheating on my boyfriend with a rather handsome dance partner? It’s not like it is written on my forehead that I’m single and searching.” He laughed too, a deep rumbling sound that made my hands on his shoulders vibrate. “You don’t look like the kind to cheat besides if you had a boyfriend I would be on my face in my pool of blood in some dark corner here.” I chuckled. He was quite funny and very easy to talk to. Since Charlie left for food for us and I started talking with Ja
“What is it?” I asked her. She walked past me to the fridge that was inbuilt with the wall. Really Maximilian Edwin has a lot of money if he can afford inbuilt fridges in every senior's room, install washing machines, heaters, air conditioning units, induction cookers, all those good stuff inside each senior’s room. It must be good to be rich. I suppose that’s why Tyler can act anyhow he wants because daddy will always be there to supply him with loads and loads of money. Annabel pulled out a bottle of cold water, popped the cover and took a long gulp. “Martin and I are having a baby.” It felt like a heavy weight just dropped in my ear. Maybe I didn’t actually hear what I thought I did because Annabel was acting all normal gulping her water, slicing a piece of cake I had not even noticed was there before. “You and Martin?” “Yeah don’t sound so surprised that he is taking responsibility for his baby. Martin is very responsible, that’s the only
“Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.” Johanna and another girl from St. Patrick’s both knelt at the center of the circle awkwardly trying to get closer to kiss. Some idiot had decided that the rule of the game was that the two people on whom the top and bottom of the bottle landed would have to kiss for 2 minutes and Charlie gladly offered to be the timekeeper. Jackson had produced a phone from his bag which he had earlier kept in Annabel’s room and gave it to her. Johanna and the other girl kissed and Charlie started the countdown. The noise we made as we joined Charlie in counting down drowned the noise of the party going on out. The bottle of whiskey was passed around as were cans and cans of beer. “Three, two, one!” They sprang apart. “Whoo!!” “Okay okay next. It’s my turn to spin,” Charlie declared. She got on her knees and spun the bottle. I held my breath and waited for the bottle to stop spinning. The top of the bottle landed on Charlie and the other on Martin. “What the heck?!” Ann
I used to think romance novels were silly. I mean you would agree with me that some things in romance novels don’t make sense. For example, whenever the main characters kissed the sensation of the kiss was described as an electric feeling and I always wondered why a kiss would feel like electric pulses in my veins and who wanted to feel shocked by electricity while they kissed? But right now I’m beginning to think that maybe I have been kissing the wrong people. A sensation started from my lips down to my fingers and all the way to my toes which I curled under the cover of my sneakers. What started as a kiss done out of necessity to fulfill the rules of a game suddenly took on a whole new meaning as I moved closer to Christian to feel his warmth as his hand crawled up my face to cradle my cheek. His lips were soft against mine but his kiss was anything but soft, it felt urgent and I responded with equal urgency, my hands were holding tightly to his shirt but somehow common sense kept
“Great!” Charlie exclaimed as she slumped against the notice board in the hallway connecting our class with the rest of the senior classes. She groaned as she pulled herself from the noticeboard. “You will not believe this.” It was Monday morning. We had just finished assembly and were waiting for our first class. There were a few students lolling around outside classrooms, some were looking out from the windows. Everyone was bored. Charlie and I were in the hallway to check the schedule for the week. “What is it?” I asked. I was momentarily distracted by Shewa and Jake at the opposite end of the hallway. They both waved when they saw me looking at them and I waved back now I was turning back to Charlie to see what had caused her distress. “Dude, exams start next week.” She pointed at the piece of paper that was pinned to the board. “Charlie, come on, you already knew that.” Before I could react she threw herself on me and slumped against my left side. I laughed. “Stop pretending l
Bea avoided by glare in the rearview mirror, as she should. She somehow had forgotten to tell me that we would be spending the weekend at the Edwins’ house especially since she knew about the drama that happened the drama that happened the first time we were there when Tyler had tried to force a kiss out of me. She peeped from the top of her phone and caught me still glaring at her and she immediately dropped her eyes back on her phone, pursing her lips as If she didn’t know why I was looking at her. Mom on the other hand was innocent and clueless about lack of enthusiasm at spending some time with ’My friend from school’. “They have this very massive swimming pool honey, I think you saw it the last we went there. And I heard they just built a tennis court.” “Oh really?” I said sweetly. “That sounds like another thing Bea forgot to mention.” “Really?” I could see Mom’s frown from the rearview mirror. She quickly glanced at me and then turned her attention back to the road. “Beatric
“I suddenly wish I had gotten the peach gown instead.” Bea was holding up the blue gown she had chosen yesterday. She had been to one to insist that she wanted the dress even though it was very expensive. I already knew the color wasn’t going to look good on her, it made her skin look pasty. She threw the gown over the chair that faced the dresser. “What can I do now?” She looked up at me. I was already dressing up for the dinner party that was about to start in just one hour. “Jess,” she started looking through her lashes at me. “Let’s switch clothes.” “Oh hell nah,” I laughed. “We are not kids anymore.” My gown was a very rosy shade of pink that added a slight rosiness to my skin, the bodice was sewn in a wrapped style and the skirt was short and I had chosen some heeled sandals with silver straps to go with it. “Besides my gown was made for a tall girl.” “Oh fuck you Jessica Underwood. Whatever.” She crossed the room and picked up the stilettos she bought yesterday, they added a
Shit just got real! I could literally taste the tension in the air, cut the tension between Tyler and his father with a knife, and maybe touch it with my fingers. It was that solid. Both Father and Son stared each other down. I could see the veins in Tyler’s neck rise as though he was holding himself back from doing more than just holding his father’s hand away from his face. Maximilian Edwin laughed but it was more like he was baring his teeth like a predator than an actual smile or laugh. He jerked his hand away from Tyler’s and walked back to the huge table that overlooked the equally large window displaying a view of the gardens at the back of the house. His hands were in the pocket of his trousers and his back was straight and tall, the image of a rich powerful man. Once again the resemblance between Tyler and his father struck me like it had the last time we were here for dinner. Both father and son were tall, handsome, and blessed with arrogant jaws, and dressed in dark blue
Hi there, So this is the end of Bad Boys Club. Thank you so much for supporting this book. I actually started this book a long time ago and it has taken two years to finally finish it. Along the way of writing , however, my creative juices kept flowing but I didn't want to make this book too long the I realized that I could do a sequel to this book by focusing on the characters lives after graduation from Edwin and Co. And if you noticed they are a lot of openings for that, for example, Christian's live story and Tyler's full story along with his dad's connection to Heather and Christian. Also, I will be focusing on Tyler, Heather and Charlie's relationship. So the sequel will focus on their lives years after graduation. I may not be able to start the sequel this year since I have a lot of other books I'm working on but in the near future I will be releasing so stay tuned. Anyways, thanks a l
The junior class 3 outdid themselves with the creative decorations they put up in the dining hall. The light bulbs they put up displayed a variety of colors all over the dining floor. The tables and chairs had been moved aside to allow for open dancing space. Streamers and balloons were hanging from window corners and even from some of the ceiling fans. At one side of the dining was a bar that was set up using the excess drinks rolled out by the outgoing senior class 3 and Jake Newman and some other guy I didn’t recognize served drinks to people. There was also a buffet with a variety of goodies and some of the first and second-year juniors occupied this table as they helped themselves to the food spread out. At the entrance of the dining was a huge banner that read “Happy Graduation!!!” Charlie and I scanned the hall. Charlie wore form-fitting slacks with an open-neck long-sleeved shirt and low heels. She and Tyler came up with the idea to dress the exact same way for whatever reaso
“I appreciate everyone who has taken the time out of their busy schedules to attend our 10th graduation ceremony. It gives me great pleasure…” Mr. Jorge, ever the simp went on and on about what achievements patrons of the school have done, he talked about Mr. Maximilian’s efforts in contributing to the welfare of the staff and students, he spoke highly of the graduating students, you know, all that good stuff we already knew. The majority of the students weren’t even listening to his speech but the parents were because that’s what you do when you grow up, get married, and have kids, you listen to speeches because they become interesting to you in your old age. After praising Mr. Maximilian to the skies he invited the graduating students to the podium for the presentation of their certificates. Looking at them walk orderly and with an aura of maturity around them, it was hard to tell that these year 3 seniors were the same who once threw parties and staggered drunkenly behind the close
“I can’t believe we need a graduation assembly before the party.” Charlie and I were at the hostel laundry pressing our uniforms with hot irons, the pleats on my skirt were razor-sharp as requested by Miss Diana. She came to the hostel two nights after the conclusion of exams to announce the date for the graduation, not that we didn’t know already but her services as matron to the girls required her to give us the information we already knew about. The graduation ceremony for Edwin and Co. is done in two phases. First, the announcement of the achievements of the graduating students, the announcement of the new perfects, the head boy and girl speech, the principal’s speech and Mr. Edwin’s speech, followed by the presentation of certificates to the graduates. For this, all parents were invited but the after-party was strictly for the students. “We never had a graduation assembly at Lake George. I can barely even remember what graduation was like back then but I do remember the booze, t
“Time up,” Ms. Elena announced. “Leave your papers and apparatus on the table and move out. This is your final exam in senior year 2, what an amazing year it has been to teach you all.” Her words were heavy with sarcasm. Students stood up and left the lab one after the other. As soon as they left a cheerful noise erupted as the students of senior class 2 celebrated the completion of exams but Christian and I sat in silence. “Ward, Underwood collect the papers on each slab and bring them to me. When you’re done with that clean up the lab.” Without waiting a second Christian stood up and started picking the exam papers on one side and I did the same on the other side. In a few minutes, we finished with that and submitted the papers to Ms. Elena’s office. “Good,” she said eyeing Christian and me with curiosity. “Now you can clean up the lab until you both work off that tension between you.” Great, she noticed. “Yes ma’am.” We went out and began to rinse the conical flasks, test tube
Over the next week and the week after I had no chance to take Heather’s advice because of my exams. I studied hard with Charlie and let me tell you Charlie is a blessing when she explains difficult topics. Everyone should be blessed with a friend like Charlie Fudge who supports, loves, and looks out for her friends. I had expected her to prod me on what Heather and I talked about but she didn’t ask any questions, we simply moved on from it and went back to being friends and roommates but I know she hopes Heather and I come to an understanding soon. My new friendship with Tyler was also blossoming at a rather rapid pace. When he is not against you Tyler was quite the charmer. He is funny and his carefree lifestyle was just what I needed to deal with the pressure of exams and the knowledge that I would have to confront Christian one day. While he never left Christian’s side he did show his friendliness by shouting my name across the dining hall and playfully slapping my shoulder when we
“I already knew about Christian even before I met him because Tyler couldn’t shut up about his amazing friend.” Heather laughed. “He claimed Christian was intelligent, he was smart, he was cool. I think he looked up to Christian.” That’s not surprising because Christian seems more reasonable and responsible than Tyler. I guess they kind of balance each other, one is reasonable the other is wild and carefree. The perfect fit. “Do you know that the first time I met Christian, which was at the very beginning of our last junior year, he was studying,” she laughed again. “He’s too serious sometimes.” I tried to imagine a younger Christian bent over his book reading. It’s quite like him. Everything about him is contradictory; the intelligent bad boy who really doesn’t do any bad stuff. What secrets does he keep? Why does he have a wall built around himself? “Do you know how Tyler and Christian became friends?” I asked, mildly curious. “Not much, only that they knew each other years befo
“As you already know I was impressed with the view of Mr. Maximilian’s house. I finally understood how he could afford to take care of my mom and me…” The house was huge, at that time the gazebo was still under construction. Rachel’s car drove up the long drive to the front of the house where a maid welcomed both Heather and her mother. The interior was the house was quite impressive for a small-town girl like Heather. Immediately they arrived the maid ushered Rachel into the study where Maximilian was waiting for her. Heather was taken to a separate room where a TV was turned on and a show was running. She wasn’t as interested in the show as she was in the ornaments that adorned the room. There were ceramic figurines of ballerinas, shepherds, and sheep on a shelf, polished bronze, and gold sculptures, and some beautiful paintings were arranged on the wall. The maid who brought her to the room appeared with a tray of juice and chocolate chip cookies that smelled delicious. As soon as
“The first time I met Maximilian Edwin was when I turned 13 I think…” Before then Rachel was beginning to stay out late again and Heather spent more time at Charlie’s than ever before. “Going out again tonight?” Mrs. Fudge would ask. Rachel would laugh and reply. “Yes, I am working late hours again tonight.” But Heather knew she was lying. She knew that because she saw her mom pack an overnight bag containing fishnets, handcuffs, a black whip, and some packets. On one of the packets the words “Cummy edible panties” were written across the black package. And since she had heard her mom tell someone over the phone to meet her at someplace in an hour she knew she was not going to work but was seeing another man. But she didn’t say anything to Rachel, she simply allowed her to drop her off at the Fudge’s, at least she got to study and play with Charlie. The Fudges were very kind to her. Mrs. Fudge baked the best cakes and Heather loved cakes as much as she loved her mom, it was uncondi