SHAWN'S POVShawn was taken aback for a second, as he took the phone away from his ear and placed it back again.“What did you say, Mum?” He asked.“Silly boy! I'm at Vancouver's international airport. Don't keep your mother waiting.” And the line went off.“Mark, turn the car. Head to the airport.” Shawn instructed.Tiffany gave him a worried look. “Is everything okay?” She asked.“Yes. My mum is back from her vacation and we are going to pick her up.” Shawn replied. After an hour's drive, they arrive at the airport. Mark parked the car at the parking lot and they all alighted.Shawn dialled his mother's number again and she picked up immediately. “Mum, where should we meet you?” He asked.“At the Arrivals hall, honey.” She replied.“Let's head for the Arrivals hall ” He said to Tiffany and Mark after dropping the call.They were almost there when he sighted flowers being sold. “You two wait here while I buy some of those flowers for mum.” Shawn said hurrying off to buy the flowers.
TIFFANY'S POVThey were at the dining table having dinner, and Shawn was on his phone.“You know it's wrong to press your phone while eating, right?” Tiffany asked and he looked up.“Are you my mum now?” He asked, giving her a coy look.“Well, you were not my father when you asked me to stop talking while eating the order day.” Tiffany retorted.“Wow! Are you getting back at me now?” Shawn asked, creasing his eyebrows.“Maybe, I am. You are obviously preaching what you don't practice.” Tiffany said, rolling her eyes.“Wait. I never talked about pressing your phone while eating, I only talked about talking while eating. See? They are two different things. Shawn said, trying to defend himself.“But they fall under the same category; Poor table etiquette!” Tiffany said.“Okay. I give up, Ma.” Shawn said, keeping his phone away and raising his hands in surrender.“Good of you. That's more like it. Practice what you preach.” Tiffany said, and continued with her meal.A few minutes later,
Tiffany arrived at the Gold's Mansion and was bereft of words to describe the magnificence of the building.“Oh, there you are, Sweetie.” Mrs Gold said, rushing out to hug her.“Good day, Ma.” Tiffany said, returning the hug.“You look and smell nice, darling. What is the name of your perfume so I can get a bottle for you when I go shopping next time.” Mrs Gold said, leading her inside.“It's “Kate Spade New York.” Tiffany replied“Wow! That's a luxury brand darling. Be rest assured I will get it for you. What should I offer you?” Mrs Gold said, walking towards the mini bar.“A bottle of water will be fine.” Tiffany replied.“Oh, come of it. I will give you water and we will have wine.” Mrs Gold said walking into the kitchen and returning with a bottle of chilled water in a tray and glass cup.“So tell me, how do you find living with Shawn to be?” Mrs Gold said, sitting on the couch next to Tiffany.“Honestly, it's a fluctuating situation. This minute he is nice, and the next he is st
“With due rest, you are being paranoid. He was comforting me in that picture.” Tiffany said.“Yeah. I know, right. He was comforting you. Who knows how he comforts you behind closed doors.” Shawn said, sarcastically.“Shawn!” Mrs Gold yelled.“It's fine, Ma. I will explain.” Tiffany said.“Please, feed us with your lies.” Shawn said.“Keep quiet!” Mrs Gold ordered.“That day in school, I almost had a fatal fall in the school hallway if not for the intervention of a junior student. After analyzing the whole situation, my friends and I concluded that someone actually wanted me to fall that day.” Tiffany began.“Oh, darling. How do you mean?” Mrs Gold asked.“It was not adding up. A junior student came to call me in class that a teacher sent for me. While heading to the teachers staff room, I stepped on some banana peels.”“This is a cock and bull story. Tell us something else.” Shawn interrupted. “Can you just let me finish?” Tiffany asked.“Ignore him and go ahead.” Mrs Gold nudged.“
TIFFANY'S POVThey stayed silent in the car as Shawn drove them home.She still could not believe that Shawn would believe a picture even without asking her. But then, she was still perturbed that someone took pictures of her and Timothy and sent them to Shawn.Whoever was doing all of this, Knew her and Shawn and wanted them apart. What Tiffany didn't know was why. Why was the person going to that length to create problems for her?Exhausted from racking her brain, she gently fell asleep.TIFFANY'S POVHe stared at her from the rearview mirror as she fell asleep and he couldn't help but admire her pretty features.He felt guilt tug at his chest as he remembered how he had treated her last night. And thinking about the whole thing now, he felt ashamed he had not asked her about the picture before concluding.But something else baffled him. How did the sender get the pictures to send to him, and how did the person get his number?Whomever the culprit was, the person knew himself and Ti
OSCAR'S POVHe knew she was going to come, so he waited for her.“Hey, you asked that I meet you here. You had better be fast with what you have to say.” She said rudely.“Look here, Miss. I call the shots here and if you want your dirty secret to remain a secret, you have to abide by my rules.” He said, menacingly.“Okay. I'm listening.” She said, reluctantly.“Good. All of these are about Tiffany Dion..”TIFFANY'S POVShe hurriedly left the class without bidding her friends goodbye. She wanted to be home on time so she could prepare for her dinner date with Shawn.“Hey, Tiffany.” She heard her name from behind.“Oh, hey.” She replied cheerfully.“You seem to be in a rush. What's up?” Oscar asked.“Yes. I have something to do at home.” Tiffany replied, still walking.“So, I wanted to tell you something, but since you are in a hurry, I will tell you some other time.” Oscar said.“Wait! You can say what it is. I think I have a few minutes to spare.” Tiffany said, stopping him from lea
TIFFANY'S POVEven though she was not happy with the fact that they had to leave, she tried to understand. A friend of his was in distress and needed his help.She would call her friends too if she were to be in any trouble of any sort. “Can I come with you?” She suddenly asked.Shawn turned to her in surprise. “Come with me?” He asked, surprise evident in his tone.“Yes. Who knows, I might be of help in my own way.” Tiffany replied.“It's okay then.” Shawn said, returning his eyes to the road.After an hour's drive, they arrived at Rachel's house. Shawn parked the car across the street and they alighted and walked to the gate. Shawn pressed the bell beside the gate and it immediately recognized his fingerprint. A few minutes later, the gate was opened by the security man.“Where is she?” Shawn asked the security.“In her room, Sir.” He replied.Shawn nodded and walked in with Tiffany and they both headed upstairs to Rachel's room.“Come in.” A raspy voice said, when Shawn knocked.
SHAWN'S POVWhat the hell was she talking about? What text message? He has never texted her if he remembers clearly.Maybe she was just pissed and wanted to make trouble.Sighing, he returned his focus to the road.His phone binged almost immediately and a message from Rachel popped up on the screen. “I am sorry for what happened. It won't happen again.” The message read.He sighed and looked away from the phone.MARY'S POVShe walked into the class and went straight for the locker. Looking around to make sure no one was in sight, she used the Master key with her to unlock the locker.Then she took out the ink she hid in her undies and emptied the entire content on the books. Satisfied with havoc the ink had caused, she hurriedly locked the locker and hurried out of the class.TIFFANY'S POVShe had just returned from the cafeteria with her friends and was rushing to take her statistics textbooks and writing materials before heading for her statistics class.She happily unlocked th