Beta Nicholas

NICHOLAS“Is this what you wanted?” My neck turns to my left as I ask Scott who is sitting next to me and sipping on his crimson wine. My eyes lazily gaze up at him and I feel bored even though I am surrounded by a crowd of young people with so much energy in their bodies. The music is blasted around us on which they are swaying their bodies. Everything around me screams enjoyment but I am not into it. Scott looks at me as his hand pulls the wine glass down. He puts it down on the table standing in front of us. A lazy smirk grazes over his red wet lips as he answers me, “Yes but no, buddy!” He giggles and his head falls forward before he pulls himself back and giggles again. What’s happening to him? He seems possessed!“I wanted you to enjoy here, Nik. You’ve got the fucking job, and what excuse do you need to be happy?” He raises his brows, throwing his head back so it is resting on the headrest of the settee comfortably. “I know.” I sigh, running my eyes around and feeling nothi

JULIEWell my new professor has a good voice, no doubt about it. His deep voice is like a thick honey to comfort anyone when it descends from their throat, and it is even better to listen to him while looking at the change outside the window. The weather is very nice. The trees standing outside are shedding their leaves at a slow speed, colliding with the gusts of wind. The sun is also hiding behind the clouds. Winter is on the doorstep, it is clearly visible. And I love every season. Keeping my face on the palm, I cannot get tired of looking at the open sky. “Ms. Dawson!” I want to fly in such a big sky. I wish I had wings, I could fly through this window. “Ms. Dawson!” And I also like this sound coming from behind. I would like to record it and keep it with me. “Ms. Julie Dawson!!” I hurriedly got up, my head snapped with the speed of light as my widened eyes took a look at the person who just yelled at me. A hiss escaped my lips after I heard a cracking sound and no doubt

JULIEI come out of the car as I kiss my dad goodbye. I make my way to my classroom and find my dear cousin Blue standing at the door. I spread my arms wide as I welcomed her for a hug. She jumped in my embrace and hugged me tightly. Her strawberry scent meets my nostrils and I smile unconsciously. "It's good to see you smiling, Jules," she sighs, pulling away. My arms let go of her figure and I scan her outfit which I find pretty later. She always dresses up like an angel. Or I say just like Lolita. She is wearing a white knee-length dress with red small heart patterns. There is a pearl necklace wrapped around her neck and black shoes on her feet. I wonder if she is not into old men. "Thanks, you know I just can't stay sad all the damn time," I say as we walk into the classroom. The sound of my classmates' shouting falls in my ears and I turn my eyes and see that my classmates are playing with fun by throwing and catching something. Jeremy is also one of them. That thing comes fl

JULIEMr. Taylor's appearance in the morning made me suddenly remember that I do not have to sit at the back of the class. Because he wanted me to sit in front of him, I had to sit at the first desk in the classroom. But I never thought that Blue would already be found sitting on the desk next to mine. "Morning, Jules!" She chirps like always, looking like a sunflower in this yellow short dress that reaches her mid-thighs. I have to admit that the girl has sexy legs, unlike mine, fatty and ugly. I do not like my thighs at all. And about my hips, I cannot even glance at them because the wide embarrassing size of them makes me whimper right there. Even today I did not want to wear this little white dress, but it was the dress my father had given me on my seventeenth birthday — that is, last year. And I have not even touched this dress since then. My father could not understand this insecurity of mine, so he got me such a lovely dress. But I could not keep this dress decorated forever

JULIEAlthough I turned red in front of Mr. Taylor because of that boy, I am also thankful to him on the other hand that because of him, I did not have to listen to Mr. Taylor's speech on discipline. Otherwise, my time could have been wasted on the pretext of listening to his speech. I arrive at the cafeteria and as Jeremy said, I find him standing at the counter, flirting with Elena, the girl who handles the counter. "The apron looks good on you," he says, the corner of his lips tugging up in a mischievous smirk. Elena smiles, shaking her head and continuing her work. She is used to this behavior of Jeremy. He flirts with each girl that catches his attention. But because of his handsome appearance and charming nature, no girl can even deny him. "Thanks, Jer," she says as she pulls out a cup in which she fills chocolate. She mixes it with ice cream and decorates it further while I reach Jeremy. "Hey, Jules," he grins, giving me his full attention. I give him a small smile and gre