FionaI stumbled my way to the bathroom, feeling groggy from the deep sleep I had just come out of. I flipped on the light switch and blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. I splashed some water on my face and rubbed my eyes, feeling refreshed.I took a deep breath and gazed at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess and there were bags under my eyes, but I was still determined to start the day feeling refreshed and ready for anything. I dug through my toiletry bag for my toothbrush and toothpaste, and went to work on freshening up my mouth.Next, I grabbed my hairbrush and ran it through my tangled locks, working out the knots and tangles. I could feel the bristles of the brush running smoothly through my hair, leaving it feeling soft and silky. I took my time, wanting to make sure I looked and felt my best before climbing back into bed.Finally, I returned to my room and slipped under the covers, ready to get some more rest. The sun was just starting to p
Fiona Pov I walked into my classroom, bracing myself for the usual cold reception from my classmates. Just as I expected, no one acknowledged my presence. I took a deep breath, trying to push down the anger building inside of me.I greeted Mr. Gilbert, but he just walked past me without a word. I felt my heart drop. After our talk yesterday, I thought he would at least say hi. But no, it was like I didn't even exist.I sat down at my desk, fuming. I couldn't believe that everyone still hated me, even after I had tried to make amends. All I wanted was for someone to give me a chance, but it seemed like that would never happen.As the lesson started, I found it hard to concentrate. All I could think about was the injustice of it all. I was tired of being the outcast, the one everyone picked on.The bell rang and I gathered my things, still seething. I was done with this place, done with the constant rejection and indifference. As I walked out of the classroom, I made a promise to mysel
Fiona Pov I was standing outside the coffee shop, tapping my foot impatiently. Marcus was supposed to pick me up 10 minutes ago, but he was nowhere in sight. I checked my phone for the umpteenth time, but still no message or call from him. I was getting more and more frustrated by the minute. I had been looking forward to this day for weeks, and now it was being ruined by Marcus's tardiness. I mean, what could be more important than picking me up on time? I had made it clear that we needed to stick to a schedule today, but it seemed like Marcus didn't care. Just as I was about to call him, I saw his car pull up. I marched over to the passenger side, yanked open the door, and plopped down in the seat. I didn't even bother to say hello. "What took you so long?" I asked, my voice sharp. "Come on, get in," Marcus replied, ignoring my question. I hesitated for a moment, but then walked over to the passenger side and opened the door. As I settled into my seat, I couldn't help but feel
I glared at him, feeling more and more frustrated by the minute. How could he be so insensitive and careless about something that meant so much to me? I had been looking forward to this day for weeks, and now it was being ruined by Marcus's tardiness and lack of consideration. "Sorry isn't good enough," I said, my voice shaking with anger. "You're always doing this. You never take me or any of my plans seriously. I'm tired of being treated like an afterthought." Marcus didn't reply, and the car was filled with an awkward silence. I could feel the tension between us, and I knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg. Our relationship as bodyguard and client had been strained for some time, and it seemed like today was just the final straw. I spent the rest of the car ride in silence, thinking about all the times Marcus had let me down and ignored my feelings. I was done with being taken for granted and treated like a doormat. It was time for me to stand up for myself and demand th
I woke up early this morning, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness in my chest. Today was the day I was going to have a conversation with Nero, and I wanted to be prepared for it. I took a deep breath and started getting ready for breakfast.As I got dressed, I couldn't help but think about the meeting. Nero was one of the most nicest people in the city and I wanted to make a good impression on him. I wanted to show him that I was confident and knowledgeable, but at the same time, I didn't want to come off as arrogant.I spent some time in front of the mirror, making sure that my hair was in place and that my clothes were neat and tidy. I didn't want to have any distractions during the talk, so I made sure that everything was just right.Finally, I made my way to the dining room, my mind still focused on the upcoming conversation. I was so lost in thought that I didn't even notice Marcus sitting at the table, until he spoke up."Good morning," he said with a gruff smirk."O
Fiona Pov I was finally ready to move past the argument with Nero and start fresh. I was grateful for the good night's sleep and felt refreshed and rejuvenated. I knew that talking to Nero was the right thing to do and I didn't want to hold any grudges against him. After all, I was still attracted to him and I didn't want that to change.I took a relaxing shower, trying to clear my mind and focus on the day ahead. I carefully picked out my outfit for the day, opting for a simple top and jeans paired with sneakers. I wanted to look presentable but also comfortable for the day ahead.I made my way down to the kitchen, where Marcus, was waiting for me. I greeted him with a smile and sat down at the table."Good morning," Marcus said, pouring me a cup of coffee."Good morning," I replied, taking a sip of the warm liquid."Today, we're going out for breakfast," Marcus announced. "I thought it would be a nice change of pace."I was pleasantly surprised by the news and eagerly got ready to
Fiona Pov As I sat in my final class of the day, I felt a rush of excitement and relief wash over me. It was such a freeing feeling to know that all of my classes were finally done for the day and I could finally relax. The fact that Nero and I were on speaking terms only added to my happiness. It felt good to have a friend outside of Ella, someone I could talk to and confide in.As I left the classroom, I spotted Marcus waiting for me outside, looking every bit the bodyguard in his serious demeanor. Despite this, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort around him. I always felt safe when he was around.We made our way to the car, and as we drove home, I noticed Marcus starting to relax a bit. He even dropped the bodyguard act, and I could see a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.Once we arrived home, Marcus went straight to the kitchen to start making dinner. But despite his efforts to hide it, I could sense that something was bothering him. He was still wearing a s
Marcus I sat in the room, listening to all the voice records from Zayn. My anger boiled inside me as I heard the evidence of someone wanting to harm Fiona. The main reason her father allowed her to go to college was because we had received information that the house was going to be attacked again. We wanted her to be safe, and that was why I pushed away anyone who tried to make friends with her.As I sat there, lost in thought, I couldn't help but feel guilty. Fiona had always been such a kind and gentle soul, and the thought of someone wanting to hurt her filled me with a deep sense of anger and frustration. I had been tasked with keeping her safe, and yet here I was, failing at my one job.I couldn't help but replay the events of the past few months in my mind. Fiona had been so excited to start college, and I had been equally excited for her. She was so intelligent and determined, and I had no doubt that she would excel in her studies. However, as the months passed, I began to not