All Chapters of Bitter–Sweet: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.I watched as the time flew by painfully slow, my muscles tense as I sat in antagonizing silence, watching my father's stern expression scan the paper in his hands. His muscles hard and sharp as his glasses adorned eyes were expressionless. It was moments like this that made me edgy and cold with chilly goosebumps. He should say something, anything already. What's the worst he could do? Rain hell, if I may reply.I swallowed dryly as his gruff expression mixed with a low growl. He dropped the paper on the glass stool next to him and gently took off his glasses. I braced myself for the moment I dreaded the most. His words! I awaited the venom he'd spit. His rage was always ferocious. I might be acting all calm but deep down I was frightened of his rage. It contributed to the reasons why I always wanted to please him.

"... Well good evening to you too son." His cold tone was awfully recognizable, so much that it stung.My father was back from Oscar's award ceremony. He wasn't supposed to be back so soon. "So can you kindly brief me on your whereabouts. It's 12:30am and I'd love to know where my beloved 'wounded' son is coming from. Mmh." Though his tone sounded concerning, It was obvious he was faking it. His stoic ass was reeking of sarcasm and even a visually impaired man could see it. I cursed inwardly. Eldse you've done it this time. You couldn't go for your brother's memorable event but you could stay out with a girl? How brotherly and utterly responsible of you.I sighed bitterly. Missed Oscar's event wasn't intentional neither was meeting Flare nor staying out her, let alone so late. But sincerely, I grunted inwardly at the betrayal of my so called mind. That coward just knows how to leave me to suffer for the consequenc

The room was immersed in wholesome silence. The only sound heard was the slight grazing of the fork against the plate one in a while.My eyes stayed glued to the fork in my hand, my breathing was weirdly slow, unlike usual. My tongue played in my dry mouth as my mind drifted back to Flare, my conversation with her today, her hurt look on her face, her notes. I didn't over do it, did I?My mind drifted further down memoryville as echoes of her laughter, flashes of her smile and flashes of my own smile when I was with her. There was sincere peace in my eyes when I was with her. I could voice out and not feel judged. I could drop the whole trying to be the perfect kid born to classy parents.But it was for the best. I was way out of her league. And for my status, I'm actually still shit. I'm anything like the regal rich kids you see. All proper and perfect. I was the direct opposite in crucial ways.

My throat immediately went dry as I lowered my face, bringing it close to the textbook on the table. I trailed him from the corner of my eyes, talking to the lady behind the front desk. No doubt he was asking of me.I didn't do anything wrong, I just went to the library. Was visiting a library a crime now? I closed my eyes and secretly put on my nose mask. If he's going table by table, then it would take a while till he reaches my table. I quietly stood up, packed my books into the crook of my arm and began walking away as unsuspecting as possible. "Hey. Hey. Hey. Excuse me, where are you going?" I heard her ask. I ignored her, increasing my pace while trying to stealthily leave without him noticing. I had a hand stuffed in the pocket of my coat, eyes lowered till I made it out of the door.I made my way down the stairs and contemplated stopping a cab. Would you want to walk and get caught? Wouldn't even matter s

I turned off the shower, cursing inwardly with my deep breaths echoing in my bathroom. It's been a week since the incident and though every part of me was wishing for it to be all a dream, it was a real as the water dripping from me. I had kissed her. I freaking shouldn't have but what frustrated me the most was the fact no matter how hard I've tried to regret it, I couldn't. It was too fucking nice.What if she had some kinda disease? Herpes? I shunned my thoughts because I was running crazy. I had been thinking about her before because I had felt bad for saying all I did to her, but now, it's entirely different. All my mind kept drifting to was her lips, her touch, her sensual voice, the way my body came alive burning with reactions that I didn't even know existed in me.It wasn't my first time of being kissed. I had been kissed a lot in middle school and a couple times in high school. I avoided girls and everything dramatic.