Sophia's pov
"Oh my goodness, Sophia! What on Earth happened to you?" Donald's mom shrieked as she stared at my wet body.
I wasn't drenched and soaked like I was when I just got out from the swimming pool. It got a little dried as we made our way home.
"It's nothing mom." I shrugged.
"You can't say you being wet from your hair down to your toes means nothing. What happened? There wasn't rain today, so how come?" She asked worriedly.
I chewed on my bottom lip and looked at Donald for help.
"Well, she fell into the swimming pool at the celebrant house." He scoffed.
"Huh? How did it happen?" She rushed her words breathlessly.
"An anonymous pushed me into the swimming pool." I mumbled, but clearly enough for her to hear me.
"What? Who could that be?" She asked and placed her hands on her waist.
"I've got no idea."
"And you won't believe it mom, she almost got drown. But James
Donald's povMy eyes snapped opened as her lips were still on mine.I didn't know what to do at that moment– should I reciprocate the kiss or disengage from it?Her lips were so soft on mine and I really longed to kiss her mercilessly. But, I don't want to take advantage of her naivety.I pulled my lips away from hers and placed my hand on my thumping chest.I felt really confused. Why didn't I take the opportunity to kiss her like I've always wanted?And why did she have to put her lips on mine?Really, I felt guilty because, she wouldn't have kissed me if I hadn't pretended to her that I didn't know what she was talking about.Even if I wanted a kiss from her, then it shouldn't have been this way– because she's unaware of what she just did."Why did you do that?" I asked, trying to sound stern but my low voice rather betrayed me because it came out low and not stern.
Sophia's pov"You really want to please him right? You don't want him to be mad at you again right?" Donald's mom grinned as we both stared at each other intently.I nodded my head with a shy smile, "yes ma'am.""Then, what you have to do is very simple. You'll write a letter to Sophia, telling him how sorry you are and also, you'll tell him in the letter that, you wouldn't try to make him angry again. Just write something nice and polite too, that would put Donald in a good mood." She grinned widely.I listened to her with rapt attention."And also, I have another idea." She whispered with a mischievous smile.I creased my eyebrows and stared curiously at her."What is it mom? Is it something that'd really make Donald forgive me completely? I really do want him to forgive me and not stay mad at me. I'm ready to write the letter too." I pouted, feeling guilty because of how my character and clumsines
Becca's povAfter the incident that happened– when I showed mom the picture, she suddenly looked depressed, like she was trying hard to fight some demons.She wouldn't talk to me including grandma– she wouldn't talk to either of us.I suddenly felt sad and guilty because perhaps, showing her the picture brought back bad memories.I've never seen mom being sad and withdrawn the way she is presently.She'd go to work in the morning before even grandma or I would even be awake and return back at night when grandma and I would have gone to bed.She barely eat and the day I had gotten to fortunately meet her before she left for work, she already emaciated and she looked pale too.What's eating mom up, that I don't know.**"What do you think is wrong with your mother? She's been acting weird these days and she wouldn't even talk to me. Do you have any idea what exac
Donald's pov"Really Donald, you really need to start being nice to Sophia. That girl is so beautiful and I like her innocence. She isn't like other girls that would flock around you like bees. She's totally different and you should hold on to her tightly before she'd be snatched away from you. You should put aside your grumpy attitude and bring out that nice personality." James smiled– but I knew he was damn serious.I don't really get why he's suddenly advising me concerning Sophia when he doesn't believe in relationship and love– just like me.Is he interested in her?No, I don't want to believe so."Why are you suddenly concerned about how my relationship with Sophia is? It's none of your business if I'm being grumpy to her or being rude. And just so you know, she's not my type." I scoffed and chung down my whiskey.He shook his head and glared at me.** &
Donald's povI hissed angrily and turned to look at Sophia, who was obviously looking lost and confused."You sit behind me, here." I touched the seat and she just nodded.I showed her the way to sit on it and she did, but she looked scared at first, but later, she was able to climb on top of it."Hold me firmly around my waist so you won't fall off and don't even think of removing your hands else, you're gonna fall off." I told her, sounding stern, so she knows that it's not just a mere spoken words but words that is supposed to be obeyed."Okay." She mumbled.I got on top of the motorbike and her arms got wrapped around my waist and her body pressed against my back.Wow!The feeling I got, it was something I couldn't explain."I didn't bring my spare helmet, I forgot. So, you'll just manage and I'll try my best not to go too far." I sighed as I wore my helmet."What's... An helm
Sophia's povMy face heated up and I need nobody to tell me that I'm blushing; my face probably would have been all flushed.I sniffed in the sweet smell emitting from the coffee and smiled broadly.Coffee is one of the strange things I've come to like in Donald's house.The first day I had tasted, I instantly liked it and wanted more.But this coffee in my hand is totally different from the ones I've had even without me having even a little sip from it– but I could tell by the sweet smell.I licked my lips tentatively and placed the cup in my lips.I smiled sheepishly and sipped gently from the coffee.Oh my! The taste...It was so different from the one the maids do make.Wow! Who knew the grumpy Donald could make a coffee as good as this?Wow! I'm really impressed!I took a large sip and breathed out.So refreshing!Okay, so why exactly
Sophia's povI stared gobsmacked at Caroline's supposed golden wristwatch.What the hell?How did this happen? How did the wristwatch enter my backpack."I...swear...I don't... Know...ho..w... It got there. I didn't steal it." I stammered, seriously confused and shocked about the whole thing.How did the wristwatch get into my backpack?I would never steal, never!"Really? So, my golden wristwatch grew wings from my own backpack and got into yours right? How low can you be? You could have just asked me for it and I'll gladly give it to you. But stealing? I'm so disappointed." She huffed disdainfully."I swear, I didn't take it, I'll never do such." I tried to defend myself.Did Caroline frame me because she hates me? It's not new that Caroline doesn't like me.I Know she doe s– even without being told.The way she looks at me– says it all.But my q
Caroline's povGosh! I was really so angry. I didn't expect Donald to have defended Sophia. It made me really speechless and dumbfounded. I never thought that Donald would stand up for her.Throughout the day in school, I wasn't myself. I kept thinking about the whole incident. Somehow, Donald made me look a fool and a liar in front of the students.My mind was also centered on Donald – would he be mad at me?Argh!**"Donald, please let me explain." I begged and held unto Donald's arm. He turned swiftly and his eyes held no expression, just a hard glare. Oh God! What have I done?"What is it Caroline?" He groaned."Look Donald, I'm sorry. I didn't..." I gulped down nervously."Really Caroline? Why would you stoop so low to frame Sophia? I thought you were better than that. What did she ever do to you?" He asked and removed my grip away from his arm."I