All Chapters of HIM ALL ALONG: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LAROZO: I didn’t understand the concept of being sent away for Greg Bolt and hence took a fight to his diminishing self. The pretty boy didn’t flinch at my flames. He lashed his reserve and left me with a broken nose. His retaliation got me subjected. His audaciousness verily had Lucky captivated. And the clarity of it drove me to insanity. I am not so fearful myself. I am way better to say. A scholarship boy has nothing comparable to me, or so I thought. Only bringing a fight upon him resulted in an angry Lucky steaming my bedroom. “What is wrong with you?” He questioned the second I pushed the door open. “Not now.” “You shouldn’t have hurt him, Larozo!” He had managed to hear about the fight and was seated, waiting for my return. “I had a bad day. The last thing I want is you adding to it.” I stripped on his watch and changed into a more comfortable outfit than the choking D’caprias uniform. I saw Lucky flickered. I saw his lashes fluttered and cheeks bloated. I confirm I w

GREG:Rose’s birthday was terrific. It went beyond envisaged. Dignitaries all over the country came hopping and circulating the glamour.To some, it was a birthday party. To many, it was networking, and to all, it was connecting with Greg Waldeen.The media got the chance to loiter all they have always wanted, except I went on as James advised, leaving them no facial photograph of me.Being under cameras and captures has always been the ache. Needing clues on how I would handle all of it, I had to call James for suggestions.“Wear your mask, Greg. If you are not ready for direct exposure, don’t push it. Try not to please anyone and be at your comfort.”I didn’t bother to please anyone. I had my bronze mask glued to my face to the frustration of the media, who had believed to have my face in their grasp.Challenges from the media were the least of my encounters. I had faces coming over to introduce themselves. They kept seeking contact and friendship, which I found disturbing and intoxi

NICHOLAS:I stood under the red maple tree outside the school gate, waiting for Greg.It is taunting of me to welcome him back to school after days of absence with my robbing face.I could hide in a hole and avoid him if I had slept since my intended flaw. I deserve the restlessness; I do not care how many days and nights I go without sleep, I only wish to get Greg to hear me out.I do not stand to ask for forgiveness, nor do I intend to check the fate of our relationship. I only want to beg his forgiveness and cry him an ocean to keep us.Yes, I said it.How could I not seek his forgiveness and know the status of a relationship when I am close to death at the thought of losing him?I would spend the rest of my days asking for redemption and proving myself again if I had to. I would rather die than give up on us.Along the school path, I saw an expensive car that had never driven a student into D’caprias, making its way towards the school gate.The luxury got the students open-mouthed

GREG: ~Hey~ (~~Pardon me. I couldn’t address you as I feel since I lost that right. I do not know of my right to write you either, but I want to believe by your kindness that you will read the honesty of a lowly thief you have refused to put behind bars. I wouldn’t brag on my belief of why you protected me except to thank you. Gregory, I do not want to apologize. Not because I am not sorry and ashamed of humiliating you. It is because I do not deserve your forgiveness. I do not deserve anything. I hate to say I do not deserve your love when it is all I need to survive. I want to live, Greg. I want to live knowing you let me admit to and rectify my wrongs. I want to live knowing you do not hate me. I want to stay alive, hoping you would come to me. Hence, I will remain in the garden until you come to hear me out ~~) Reading the last paragraph, I ran out of James' room like a pursued prey. (~~You may decide not to come, I won’t be expecting much. But I will be here still. I hav

NICHOLAS: I couldn’t believe it was his touch until I lifted my arm to feel it. ‘Don’t get ahead of yourself, idiot. It is just a sleeping cuddle from a sleeping person.’ I was near to believing my subconscious self and his warnings when I felt Greg move his palm, caressing my arm. ‘Don’t get excited, stupid. Greg sleeps so freely.’ Then I felt his movement and adjustment on my nape. ‘Don’t try it. Don’t react; you clot. Greg is sleep-moving.’ His soft kisses came on me, making me shiver and twitch. ‘Don’t make a fool of us. Hold it in.’ Greg tendered more kisses on my neck. “I miss you,” he breathed, and I shut my eyes and clenched my hands, trying to listen to my subconscious self, not to disappoint us. ‘Good. Hold it in. Greg is sleep kissing and talking.’ Greg kissed my ears and plastered kisses all over the parts of my body he could access, moaning as he went. ‘What now?’ I asked my subconscious self, who I know is as confused as me. Greg traced his hand all over my b