Laura's P.O.V OMG, Steve was kissing me! I never thought it would happen in a million years, but it did. My heart raced as I stood there, frozen, with Steve's hands on my waist and his lips on mine. They were so soft and warm, and I couldn't bring myself to push him away. Eventually, I managed to pull away from the kiss and collect my thoughts. I wanted to ask him why he did it, to scream at him, but my brain froze, and I chickened out at the last moment. "I'm going now," I said hurriedly and walked quickly to my room without looking back at him. Once inside my room, I couldn't face anyone. I felt confused and frustrated with myself for not reacting strongly, like slapping him or yelling. Leaving without doing anything felt unreal. Back in my room, my friends Anika, Lim, and Madison tried to talk to me, but I ignored them. I shut the door, locked it, and screamed into my pillow. 'Why did Steve kiss me?' I thought. I didn't understand my feelings anymore. All my anger seemed to v
Anika's P.O.V I stared at Richard in astonishment and disbelief. What was he doing at my office and how could he have the audacity to approach me after all the terrible things he put me through? I felt deeply hurt and betrayed as if my heart had been shattered into pieces. Though a part of me wanted to lash out and unleash my anger on him, I managed to remain composed. Why did he choose to come here? I was finally starting to move on from the pain he caused, but his mere presence reignited the memories of our past together. It reminded me of the false love he once portrayed, and how I had been deceived by this monster. After an awkward silence, I finally found the courage to speak. "Why are you here?" I asked, my voice trembling as a tear streamed down my cheek. "Anika," he began, attempting to get closer. "Don't," I whispered, halting him in his tracks. "Don't you dare come any closer to me," I seethed. "I'm sorry," Richard's voice cracked. I wiped away my tears. I needed
Anika's P.O.V "Really?" Richard's voice was filled with happiness over the phone. "Yes, after much thinking and consideration, I realized that I was just being selfish not to give you a second chance. Moreover, everyone deserves a second chance in life," I stated, and I meant every word. "So, you'll forget everything I did to you and accept me back?" he asked. "Yeah," I smiled. "I still can't believe this," he said, and I smiled. "You better believe it." After talking for a while and catching up on things, he hung up, promising to make it up to me and treat me right. I exhaled, still in disbelief that I was back with the love of my life. I was so happy that the guy I once loved and still love was talking to me again. It felt like a dream come true for me. My Richie is back for real, and I didn't see anything breaking us up this time. We were perfect and cute together. I was glad Richard had changed for real, and I was sure he would never break my heart again. I sighed and sm
Laura's P.O.V I removed my face from the mirror and continued singing and dancing from happiness and excitement. I went to my wardrobe and opened it wide. I saw a plethora of dresses there and felt confused because of the many choices. After much contemplation and checking, I finally decided which one to wear. I opted for a short yellow romper with a white jacket. I went to my bathroom and retrieved my toothbrush from the cabinet. I also got the toothpaste and applied a generous amount to my brush while humming Boulevard by Rema. I scooped some water from the tap into my mouth and rinsed. Grabbing a nearby towel, I wiped my mouth. As I undressed, I kept humming tunes that seemed unfamiliar but still kept coming to mind. I then turned on the faucet and let the water trail over my body. Ah! so refreshing. *** Fortunately, only my Mom and Dad were eating breakfast. I was happy because it was the first time I managed to get to dinner early. "Morning," I greeted as I sat down on th
Kelvin's P.O.V "Seriously, Mom?" I asked as she placed a white towel on my burning head. "Wow," I whimpered as I felt the cold towel on my head. I tried to take it off, but her glare made me stop. "Don't try to take that off. That's what you get for getting so drunk and getting a fever," she scolded. She brought out a thermometer from the first aid box and shoved it into my mouth. "Wow, that hurt. You should have gently reminded me. I'm not feeling good," I mumbled, the thermometer causing some discomfort. "Just shut up and let the thermometer do its work." After a few minutes, she finally took the thermometer away from my mouth. "Your temperature is high," she said, looking at the thermometer and then back at me. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked. To be honest, I felt so sick, and my headache was intense. Who told me to get drunk, especially drinking vodka? What was I thinking? "Are you ready to tell me why you got drunk and puked like a zillion times after wa
Kelvin's P.O.V I look like a creep at the moment, but I don't care. I stand still, observing them as they shower each other with attention. They fed each other and shared kisses occasionally. Anika seemed to be the happiest, dragging her boyfriend to the middle of the restaurant dance floor, where they swayed together along with the others. They captured the attention of people around them, who applauded their performance. Nika, in particular, stole the show with her sweet dance moves and after the dance, they returned to their seats, Nika still holding hands with her boyfriend. As the chilly wind brushed against my skin, I sighed and stole one last glance before heading back home. I scolded myself for being foolish. Instead of fixating on a girl who doesn't care about me, I should be taking care of my health and well-being instead of thinking. I walked slowly towards my house, although it felt like hours, in reality, it had only been a few minutes. Suddenly, I noticed a car app
Kelvin's P.O.V "So, as my friend, would you like to have lunch together and talk about ourselves so we can get to know each other better?" she asked after our handshake. "Sure, why not," I replied, slipping my hands into my jacket pocket. We decided to head to her office since it was quiet and there weren't many people around. As we walked, I wanted to strike up a conversation, so I asked, "Why weren't you around yesterday?" "I woke up late, and I felt bad coming here after I once scolded you for being late," she explained with a soft chuckle. "That's understandable," I replied, nodding in agreement. Arriving at her office, I complimented her sweater, hoping to keep the conversation going. "I like your sweater." "Thank you! My mom gave it to me," she beamed. "It's so pretty. I'd love to meet her someday," I said, trying to be friendly. "You can't. She's dead, and my dad too," she shared, suddenly looking sad. The mood shifted as we entered her office. "Oh, I'm sorry for askin
Kelvin's P.O.V "Hmm, would you like to meet Jessica?" I asked, feeling nervous all over, and she nodded, munching on the French fries she had stuffed into her mouth earlier. "Well, you can't," I blurted out. "Why?" she asked, bringing her face closer to mine, perhaps to check if I was lying. My gaze moved closer to her lips. It was hard for me to resist their allure. I felt like kissing them. "Hello," she interrupted my thoughts. "Yes," I replied. "You were about to tell me why I can't meet your Jessica?" She raised an eyebrow. "Right, you can't see Jessica because... she is currently out of town with her boyfriend. I think they traveled to L.A. or something for a vacation," I lied. Why was I used to lying these days? This was not the saintly Kelvin everyone knew. "Okay, that is pretty convincing," she said, and I exhaled. Thank goodness I was able to convince her. "Wow. It must be really hard for you to accept the fact that the girl you love is going out with another person