~Mia~I woke up very early so I could clean the house before preparing for school. While I was at it, I couldn’t stop thinking about last night.How Mr Cross fed me my very first piece of pizza, and how I got crazy butterflies in my stomach every time he looked at me with his soft gaze last night.It seemed like we had a connection but I knew that feeling was a lie and I kept reminding myself that. ‘I shouldn’t feel anything for him. I can’t feel anything for him.’ I constantly told myself.“Ding Dong!!!” The doorbell rang, and I raised my head and looked in the direction of the living room.“I’m coming!’ I uttered, running towards the door. It was still pretty early and this made me wonder who it could be.‘Maybe Mr John.’ I thought as I opened the door. To my greatest surprise and disappointment, it was Sienna. ‘Why is she here so early?’ I thought, letting out a feeble smile.“Good morning,” I greeted, but she walked into the house and passed me, hitting her shoulder against mine
~Mia~ “Son of a bitch.” Mr Cross cursed as he stormed out of my room. “Mr Cross!” I called out, quickly reaching for my long robe and putting it on top of my towel as I ran after him. “What the hell is he doing in front of my house? You told him where you live?” He asked angrily, not relenting in his pursuit for the door. “No, no. I swear. I didn’t say anything to him about where I live. I’m as surprised as you are.” My voice trembled as I continued to chase after him. “Then I have to talk some sense into his head,” He spat back, dashing out of the house and heading right for the gate. My heart raced as I ran after him. I had never seen him so mad like that before. I was scared of what he was going to do to poor Charles. “What are you doing here, hun?” He asked as soon as he came face to face with Charles. Charles stood uptight and shook his head. “I… I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. I am here to give her a ride to school.” Charles answered, locking gazes with
~Mia~ I walked down the school hallway with my head lowered, trying to hide the pain I was feeling. The last thing I wanted to do was to pull attention to myself. “What is it with that scarf? A change of style?” I heard Charles’ voice as I approached the door. I raised my head and saw him standing near the door. “Charles,” I called with a hint of disappointment. I wanted him to be in class already so we wouldn’t have to discuss what had gone down in the morning. “What are you doing out here?” I asked, and all of a sudden, he grabbed my arm and began to pull me away from the door. “What are you doing?” I asked in shock as I followed behind him helplessly. “The lecturer won’t let you in the class again. You’re twenty minutes late.” He uttered as he dragged me into another empty class, not so far from where the lecture was being held. “You weren’t able to get in too?” I asked, my eyes searched his face as he stared at me. “I wasn’t because I got here late too. You know, the delay
~Mia~ After ordering our meal, Charles approached the table where we sat with a wide grin on his face. I had a totally different thought going on in my head, making it hard for me to smile back. “I’m proposing to Sienna tonight.” I could hear his text in my head like he said them to my face. I don’t know why, but I kept feeling he wanted to go ahead with the proposal because of what happened in the car. I hated myself for moving onto him like that. ‘Maybe if I had shut the fuck up, I wouldn’t be the cook for his proposal party.’ I thought. “Are you sure you’re alright? You haven’t said a word since we left school.” Charles uttered as he sat in front of me. I heaved a loud sigh and shook my head. “I’m just tired, Charles. Even though I didn’t attend classes, I’m still pretty stressed.” I muttered and he smiled softly and reached for my hand that was on the table. “I just want you to calm down, beautiful. You are here to relax, okay? Just to eat, chat, and have fun. I promised to
~Ethan~ “Mia!” I called out as John and I walked into the house. In my breast pocket was the ring box I had gotten from Pandora. I pulled it out and placed it on the center table. “Mia!” John called out also, but we got no reply. I furrowed my brows and walked to the kitchen and when I got there, she was nowhere to be found. “That’s strange. I told her to get home at 4 p.m. My mother is on her way here already.” I uttered, walking back to the living room where John was. “You told her that? I met her at the Crunch and Munch restaurant when I went to grab our lunch this afternoon.” “The Crunch and Munch?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “What the hell was she doing there? That is like a two-hour ride away from school!” “She was with this guy…” “Let me guess, Charles, right?” I butted in, and he slowly nodded. “You know him??” He asked as I clenched my jaws tightly. “One asshole that won’t fucking leave her alone. Why would she go that far with him when I told her she has to b
~Mia~ While I continued cooking, I heard someone enter the kitchen again. I looked back and saw it was Mr Cross. However, the depressed look on his face made me very worried and curious. “Mr Cross, are you alright?” I asked, and he slowly nodded and let out a very faint smirk. I knew he was lying, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to keep asking him. I nodded and looked towards the pot on the fire. “I’ll be done with the second dish soon,” I said to him. “Great. You should stop after this meal, or we’ll have massive food wastage.” “Wastage?” I furrowed my brows. “What I have prepared won’t be enough for six to…” “Just do what I have said, Mia.” He butted in coldly and walked out of the kitchen. My jaw dropped and my mind went blank for a second. ‘What just happened? What is going on?’ I asked questions in my head. That was the most I could do at that moment. I did as I was told and after cooking the mushroom sauce, I turned off the gas cooker and kept everything I had prepared wa
~Mia~ The next morning My eyes opened to the loud splash of water from outside my window. I could guess it was Mr Cross having a nice time at the pool. I pulled the duvet off me as I sat up, yawning and stretching. I heaved a loud sigh and slouched as I remembered what happened last night. I wasn’t sure how to face him, but I knew I had to. ‘Maybe I should just pretend like nothing happened.’ I breathed out deeply and looked at my bedside table where the digital clock and my phone were. It was eight a.m. Reaching for my phone, I checked my school timetable and realized I had no classes. ‘A day at home sounds great right now.’ I thought. I didn’t want to see Charles, not after what happened yesterday. Just then, I recalled that he had texted me last night but I was so mad at myself to check his messages. I clicked on my iMessage and to my greatest surprise, there were twenty-two messages from him. “What the hell?” I muttered as I began to read through his message
~Ethan~“Ding dong!!” The doorbell rang. I took a quick look at my wristwatch as I stood up to get it. It was 7 pm, and I knew it was John. He was ready for our outing tonight.“I’m coming,” I uttered as I approached the door. Opening the door, I was met by his wide-ass grin. “I can’t wait to party tonight! It’s been ages!” He said as he walked into the house.He was right about that. The last time we had fun was the night of the auction. We have been so busy since then.“So, what are we waiting for?” He asked enthusiastically, spreading out his arms.“Erm… I forgot to mention this to you over the phone, but… Mia would be joining us.” I responded and his eyes widened. “Are you serious?” He let out another wide grin. “That is even better!!” He exclaimed in a low tone, giggling softly. I shook my head and stood akimbo, waiting for her to walk down the stairs.“She told me she needed a few more minutes,” I uttered, and I heard him chuckle again. “Women. I’m not surprised.” Just then,
~Charles~I stared at my phone, a smirk tugging at my lips. The post had blown up just as I expected. ‘Who doesn’t love this kind of drama?’ I thought, scrolling through the flood of comments.“You’re mad, bro,” Liam said as he strolled into my room, his phone in hand. He already knew I was the mastermind behind the anonymous post.I chuckled, shrugging with pride. “Well, she’s been acting distant, ignoring my calls and messages. What else was I supposed to do?”“She probably caught wind of your plan. Remember, she went to the changing room looking for you,” he said, dropping into my gaming chair with a thud.“Yeah, that’s my guess too,” I replied smugly, still glued to the screen. “But she’s not the type to just ghost me. Nah, I always come out on top.” I scrolled through another comment and smirked. “The whole school’s gonna see her for who she really is.”“But one thing’s bugging me—how did you even find all that dirt on her? She never talks about personal stuff,” Liam said, his to
~Mia~‘Bzzz! Bzzz!’ My phone’s vibration jolted me awake. Groaning softly, I groped blindly on the bedside table, trying to find it.With half-closed eyes, I grabbed the phone and answered, pressing it against my ear as my lids slid shut again.“Hello,” I mumbled, shielding my eyes with my hand.“Mia?”My eyes snapped open at the sound of her voice. I bolted upright. “Hello?”“Aunt Alexa?” I stammered, stunned. I hadn’t expected to ever hear from her again. ‘Why is she calling me now?’“You’re there!” Her upbeat voice practically burst through the speaker. “For a moment, I thought the call had dropped. How are you?”“I’m... fine, Aunt,” I replied, furrowing my brows.“I know this is sudden,” she said, her tone brisk, “but I don’t have time to explain everything right now. Can you swing by the club today?”“The club?” I repeated, my voice tinged with confusion. “What’s going on at the club?”Before she could answer, the door creaked open, and Ethan walked in carrying a tray. On it were
~Mia~A salty warmth touched my tongue as it flicked over his tip, sending a shiver down my spine."Uhmm…" he groaned, his fingers tightening around my head in a wave of pleasure. It was his precum.I took him into my mouth again, savoring the moment, but before I could go further, he pulled away, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths."I don't want to finish yet," he said, his eyes heavy with desire. "Not until I’ve satisfied you first."Gently, he guided me onto my back, his hands firm but tender. His head dipped between my legs, and I felt his lips against my most sensitive spot, separated only by the delicate barrier of my lace panties."Fuck…" I gasped, my back arching as an intense wave of pleasure washed over me. The dampness of my soaked panties was undeniable, and embarrassment prickled at my skin.I instinctively started to close my legs, but he stopped me, sliding my panties down to my knees. My heart raced as he gazed at me with unrestrained hunger, his stare ig
~Mia~Mr. Cross opened the door, and we stepped into the house together. Evening had already set in. We’d spent countless hours at the restaurant, talking and indulging in new dishes.When I finally surrendered to the limits of my stomach, he insisted on taking me to an ice cream shop for my favorite flavor—strawberry.Once inside, he spun playfully in the center of the living room. “So…” he began with a soft smile, his expression a mix of warmth and mischief that mirrored the playful side I’d seen all day. “We’re back home.”“Yes, we are,” I replied softly, heading toward the couch. I dropped my bag onto it, my gaze lingering on his.His excitement bubbled over as he stammered, “We… we should dance.”“Really?” I asked with a chuckle, raising a brow in surprise.He nodded eagerly, stepping backward toward the TV. Pulling out his phone, he began playing Perfect by Ed Sheeran, syncing it to the speakers. The music swelled, filling the room with its tender melody.“I can’t dance,” I adm
~Mia~Mr. John took a different route home, while Mr. Cross and I headed to a restaurant for lunch. Despite feeling sad and heartbroken, my stomach wouldn't stop growling.As I sat quietly in the car, my phone started buzzing non-stop with messages flooding in from Sharon and Charles.I opened Charles' messages first. "I’ve heard you, Mia. Honestly, I thought I could stay mad at you for more than a day, but I can’t. I’ve forgiven you. Let’s meet up."I scoffed and shook my head at his words. ‘Unbelievable.’“What’s wrong?” Mr. Cross glanced at me, his eyes briefly darting to my phone.“Charles texted me,” I replied, scrolling to the next message. "Where are you, babe? Sharon told me you went looking for me in the changing room, but I didn’t see you. Did you see me?"“What’s he saying?” Mr. Cross asked, returning his focus to the road.“Just random things. He’s acting like the perfect boyfriend I thought he was,” I said flatly, just as another message popped up."Are you still on campu
~Ethan~ John burst into my office, phone clutched tightly in his hand. "Ethan! Ethan!" he shouted, his voice brimming with excitement. I looked up from my laptop, curiosity piqued."Can you stop yelling?" I muttered, my tone barely masking my annoyance. "I'm trying to focus here.""Oh, come on, forget work for a minute," he shot back, plopping into the chair across from me. A sly grin spread across his face. "Guess who's about to go on a date?"I slowly lifted my head, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What are you on about? You’ve got a woman now?" I asked, my gaze shifting to the phone he eagerly held out."Darla," he declared, turning the screen toward me. "Met her on Tinder. She's absolutely perfect, mate. Just moved into town. We've been chatting for weeks, and guess what? She wants to meet up. I’ve got a date tomorrow night!""I see, that’s good," I said, forcing a smile to seem supportive. Truth be told, I wasn’t really interested. Listening to him gush about his newfound roman
~Mia~I’d just finished getting ready for school and was rushing to leave the house, my mind spinning with fragmented thoughts about what might’ve gone down between me and Mr. Cross.My memories were scattered, like a puzzle missing crucial pieces, and I was desperate to piece it together. What exactly had he done?“He warned me about someone taking advantage of me, only to do the same thing?” I muttered bitterly, grabbing my tote bag. Before stepping out, I took a quick look in the mirror.An ironed shirt tucked into black trousers cinched at the waist with a belt, paired with simple flats—I looked polished enough. I’d left my hair loose, hoping it would distract from the dark circles under my eyes. Still, the hangover clung to me like a shadow.As I shut my door, I heard Mr. Cross’s door close too. Our eyes locked, and my stomach churned. His gaze seemed to pull fragments of memory from the depths of my mind—the bathtub, his voice, the confusion.I wasn’t ready to confront him. Not
~Mia~ “Hmm…” I squinted, slowly releasing the tension in my eyes. As they fluttered open, the sunlight streaming in hit me, sending a sharp jolt of pain through my head.“Argh,” I muttered, clutching my head as I struggled to sit up. My head felt like a weight my neck could barely hold, and my body seemed unfamiliar, almost foreign.Glancing around my room, I took in the sight of my pajamas. Something flickered in my memory, but it didn’t match what I was seeing now.I let out a low groan, trying to piece it together. The party. I’d been dancing, drinking... and then, I ended up in the bathroom.I leaned over to my bedside table, grabbing my phone, still plugged into its charger. Oddly, I couldn’t remember connecting it. “When did I even get home?” I muttered to myself.I switched on my internet connection, and almost instantly, my phone buzzed and vibrated non-stop. Notifications and messages poured in like a flood, but I only had my eyes set on one thing—messages from Charles.To m
~Ethan~ My tires screeched as I abruptly pulled up in front of the school gate. With a sharp flick, I turned off my engine and slid out of my car. I took hasty and long strides towards the gate, yanking it open in a hurry. I stood in the middle of the school compound, my gaze running through the building as I looked for where the party was taking place. Just then, I heard faint music from the back of one of the tall buildings, and from its side, I could see blue and red lights. ‘There!’ I ran towards the direction of the music, running through the road that led to the back, and there the building was. There were numerous students in front. Some were drinking, some were laughing and chatting and some were making out. As I made my way through them, I could feel their gazes on me. “Wow! Who is he?” “He looks pretty pissed.” “He’s so handsome!” “More like a sugar daddy!” The ladies squealed, but I care less about them. “Mia!” I yelled as I burst into the building. I looked around a