All Chapters of In One Month (bxb): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

  "You burnt the toast, again," Jasmine groaned. "Seriously, Liam."It was a Sunday morning and both Liam and Jasmine were feeling extra hyper. Both waking up few minutes past eight and both being not exactly religious enough to go to church, they ended up in the kitchen hopelessly trying to make edible breakfast."Not really," Liam blinked his eyes. "It's not that bad. Have you ever had burnt toast with orange juice? It's the best." "It sure is," Jasmine replied him, tossing the third burnt toast into the trash can. "So much for 'finally being able to 'cook.' "Okay, no," Liam laughed. He could cook. At least, successfully enough to make his own toast. "I can cook, really. I'm just a little distracted." "Oh, honey," Jasmine turned taking a sip of her orange juice. "What's on your mind?" "Nothing." "Don't." "I have school tomorrow," Liam pou

  He got home few minutes past seven after going straight to the hospital after school.  His mum was being extra inquisitive about how his first day at school went and even after her told him several times that it was fine, she kept on asking.  He groaned as his alarm clock rang again. It was 7:00am already and he wasn’t ready. He skipped just two weeks of school but it felt like two months. There were notes to be made, assignments and most importantly books to be read.  He stepped out of the bathroom, hair soaking wet by 7:15am. He already had his natural outfit of the day laid down on his bed. A blue t-shirt and light colored jeans. Hair blow dried and brushed, he grabbed his backpack and fled downstairs.  “Did you have breakfast?” was the first thing Brian said to him as he got into the car.  “Yes,” he lied.  “Oh,” he eyed him suspiciously. “Well, here then.”  Liam slowly colle

    “Are you okay, son?”  Dr. Oliver Reeds stepped into his huge office to meet his son in an unusual position. He was seated on the couch, head low with his left hand covering half of his face.  “Steve?”  “Yeah, I’m okay,” he finally unveiled his face, revealing a distressed look.  “Did you cry?” his dad asked, immediately bending to look at his face to uncover tear stained cheeks. “My God, you cried. What in the world happened to you?”  “Nothing.”  “Cut it out, Steve,” his dad sat next to him. “I’m busy and I don’t have to beat around the bush. So tell me, what happened?”  “I made that person cry.”  “That person?” he asked. “The person that keeps on being cold to you even though you really want to be friends with them?”  Steve nodded in reply.  “How?” he interrogated. “Did you meet her? Where did you two meet?”  “Here

 Liam was losing his mind.  “Jasmine, please please please pick up the call,” he pleaded uselessly on the phone. He did not just kiss Steve Reeds less than 15 minutes ago. He did not! What the hell went through his mind? All he wanted to do was stop him from talking and make him believe he meant his words. Why a kiss though? There were numerous other ways he could have shut him up. He could have punched him in the face. He could have slapped him. Or he could have just walked away. But he just had to kiss him. He pulled his hair, groaning the loudest he had groaned in months. He kissed him. He kissed him. He kissed Steve Reeds. His phone that he had dropped on the dinning table after giving up on reaching Jasmine vibrated. He rush towards it hoping it was call or text from Jasmine saying she was coming over.Instead, Unknown number:

“Good morning.” It was a familiar face and voice. Liam slammed his locker shut, turning. “What are you doing here, Steve?” “Yeah, good morning to you too,” Steve replied, Liam arching an eyebrow. “I had a nice rest too. Thanks for asking.” It was early in the morning for heaven’s sake. How was he always so energetic? “Why are you in front of my locker, Steve?” “Dude,” Steve chuckled lightly. “Cut me some slack, will you?” “Okay,” Liam replied. “So why are you in front of my locker?” “I’m not in front of your locker.” “You bloody are.” “No, I’m not,” Steve insisted. “I just happen to be standing by the locker next to my locker.” “What is that supposed to mean?” Liam was tired. “This is my locker. Your locker is nowhere nearby.” “Well, that was in the past,” Steve replied, leaning on the locker next to Liam’s. “Isn’t it all just so coincidental that the people in charge just decided to change my locker?” “So you’re saying your locker go