All Chapters of His Fragile Flame: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Kourtney is just trying to cling to the ladder of popularity by having a relationship with the captain of football team, Mason Walker," she gossiped, and I didn't feel the need to know it.First of all, it was none of my business and she shouldn't be wasting her babble talking to the wind. Actually, if this was something I needed to learn then the teachers would've told me."Mason?" I asked instead."Haven't you heard of Mason Walker? Blonde hair, blue-eyed guy with the face of a god and an athletic figure that every girl in Kingsley is dreaming for?" she explained as if it was too obvious and she was making me seem like an idiot. "Except me and my friends though," she added.Blonde hair. . . blue-eyed. . . a face of a god and an athletic figure? I might have seen him somewhere if I wasn't mistaken. Probably another Royal from their circle of friends.Or wait. . . Kingsley's full of t

Miguel was in the natatorium and I didn't have any idea how he knew I was here. But nevertheless, I appreciate his presence especially I wouldn't be attending English today because of the tryouts.His lips were pursed and he ran a hand at the back of his neck awkwardly. I shot him a curious stare but he just plastered an awkward smile."I'd like to invite you to a party this Friday. You know. . . just to celebrate the second semester," he sheepishly asked, giving me that angelic face that was too hard to resist. I was pretty sure it was the same party as Kourtney's but I already turned it down last time."Sorry Miguel. . . I can't," I declined and gave him an apologetic look. "I have other plans on Friday."It wasn't that I wanted them to persuade me to attend, but I just felt like being in a place packed with people made me uncomfortable and uneased. It was just too stressful for me. High school parties w

Reminder: This is the flashback of the prologue to give y'all a background of what really happened after that.~*~Flashback"Lala, you don't have any idea why your mother kicked you out of your home," he said with a smirk, emphasizing the word your. "She's afraid to face the truth what power you have against them."Then he handed me a newspaper. The headline of the article was shocking. I crumpled it, like it was a piece of junk, and tossed it to William. He laughed at my sudden reaction, seemingly amused by my anger."I think that just meant we're back in business." He chuckled victoriously, smirk crept across his smug face.The news spread easily and I coul

We arrived at Kourtney's house when the loud music banged our ears as soon as we got out of the car. Their house was humungous and sophisticated, at the same time, with a fountain in the middle of the driveway. Their front porch had long columns standing on both sides of the entryway and there were also stairs that elevated their porch. It looked like our house but more dramatic. They had perfectly sheared bushes running along the driveway that enhanced the outdoor decorations. There were also tons of cars crowding the vacant lot.As we headed to the porch, the wide doors suddenly opened and a group of drunk teenagers went out, holding a red plastic cup. I averted my gaze in front of me, revealing the chaotic party that I thought only existed in movies. The colorful lights flickered and the bass of the music sent thuds in my chest. There were many people crowding the entire place and I thought I would go crazy. I felt like I was going to die.Suddenly, I felt a hand be

"Araulla," Mom said, wiping the tears on her cheek. "What are you doing here?"I couldn't utter a word, as I uncomfortably looked away. Mom was staring at me with those puffy eyes that were soaked with tears. After what happened last night, I couldn't care. But as I was looking at her, my heart was filled with sympathy. No, she was a terrible person so why should I care? She was a deceitful liar."Stop pretending, " I demanded, my voice sounded forced.Mom sighed before looking away from me. Tears rolled down her eyes as she grimaced in pain. I didn't know what else to do but to stand there, frozen."Am I a terrible person?" she asked while sobbing uncontrollably like a little kid.To be honest, I wanted to burst out in laughter but now wasn't the time. I wanted to confront her how terrible she was but with this state, I couldn't.Clearing my throat and shaking my