I hadn't seen Darren all day. I knew he was in school today. I wanted to tell him the truth as soon as possible. The guilt of still being his girlfriend but liking someone else was eating me alive. I just couldn't live with the truth for one more day. No matter what, I had to tell him.
It would hurt him, it would hurt me too. But we would get over it eventually because we were not meant to be together in the first place. I just wanted to win a stupid bet. And to win it, I became his girlfriend. And that was so, so wrong. That was not something I would do. I would never do such a thing to my friend. But now that I had, I would have to set it right before it was too late.
I saw him at lunch. I thought about telling him then and there but I didn't want to create any more drama so I waited till lunch ended. Gemma and Brian were there too. Gemma had brought her girl gang with her to lunch today. She was telling them about her date with Brian and he looke
It had been four weeks. Four weeks since I broke up with Darren. A lot has happened within this short period. Firstly, Darren had changed. He was no longer the same Darren I knew. He was more quiet now. He didn't talk to me much but wasn't hostile or bitter to me as I had expected. We talked, but not as often as we used to. Things soon turned awkward if we had a conversation exceeding more than three minutes.Secondly, Claire and Jake were dating. I was so shocked when they told me. They started dating a week ago. I thought it was too early for Claire to be in a relationship already when less than four weeks ago, she broke up with Jesse. Not that I didn't like them dating, it was just that I felt that this escalated too quickly. But nevertheless, I was happy to see Claire happy again.And if you were wondering, no I was not dating Brian yet. I didn't know why, but we were still not dating. But I dif love him and we had kissed a few times. It was just that I thought I s
I cut the engine as I reached Jesse's house. I glanced up at his house and then at my surroundings. This was giving me the creeps.Jesse lived in a house in the middle of nowhere. Not quite literally, but did he have to live in such a place where there were no freaking neighbours? I mean sure I could see some houses a bit far away, but would it have hurt so much to be a bit close to human civilisation?Or maybe he just didn't want the neighbours to hear the girls' moansand scream when he fucked them.It was dark inside the house and around it. I was alone here, except that maybe Claire and Jesse are inside and my friends were going to come soon. I got out of the car and walked up the stairs to Jesse's doorstep.Should I knock? Or just barge into the house? That would rude, but eh who cares, he has got my best friend locked up in his room.I was about to touch the door handle when I heard a car pull up silently. I turned around to see Jake in
My eyes shot open and the first thing I saw was white. Blinding white. I quickly closed my eyes and opened them slowly to adjust to the bright light.I looked around for anything familiar, but there was nothing but white. I was wearing a white dress, I was sitting on a white bed, the curtains were white, the fan whirling above was white, the tables and cabinets were white too. There was too much white in this room.I moved my left hand to my face, rubbing it, acutely aware of a crick in my neck. I hissed when I felt a sharp pain when I tried to turn my head to the side.As I tried to move my right hand, I felt something holding it back. My eyes fell upon a hand in my own. It was Claire. She had her hand in my hand, resting her forehead on our hands."Claire," I called, my voice sounding a bit hoarse and rough. She lifted her head from her hands and I cringed at the sight of her face. Her eyes were red and dried tear marks were on her cheeks. It was clear
I woke up with a jolt. My whole body felt wet, I was sweating. I threw away the blanket I had draped myself with and sat up straight on my seat.Reality finally sank in and I realised it was a dream. No, not a dream, It was the worst nightmare of my life. I took out the bottle of water Claire had in her bag and took a long gulp of it, not caring that the water ran down my neck and into my shirt. I calmed down my breathing and closed my eyes, massaging my temples.This should never happen. Ever.As if on cue, I heard hurried footsteps down the hallway, nearing me. My eyes snapped to the figure."What is it?" An alarmed voice asked someone. Please let this not be some sort of déjà vu!"Emergency at Room 201! The patient is having a hard time breathing. Irregular heartbeats!" Another voice panicked."Send a nurse to Room 201!" The alarmed voice shouted back.I quickly jumped to my feet and looked through the glass door at B
Valentine'sDay~Three years later ~I opened my eyes with the familiar look of my dorm room surrounding me. I shared the room with a short, blonde girl, Pippa Anderson who had a lot of cool tattoos and piercings on her skin. She was a very sweet girl, always helping me with my homework. She was also very adventurous, out-going and a social butterfly, exactly opposite to me. I considered her a great friend but only Claire was my best friend. But currently Pippa's bed was empty. She had gone to Radford to visit her ailing mother.I had college at nine in the morning, and I would need at least fifteen minutes to get there.I rolled on my side and glanced up at the alarm clock on my bedside table. It was seven in the morning. Why didn't the alarm go off? I usually woke up at six.Then I saw something next it. A note.Good morning, beautiful. You look gorgeous today. Happy Val
The annoyingly loud sound of my alarm clock woke me up and I wanted to do nothing but smash that little piece of crap with my baseball bat. I allowed myself a few more minutes in bed, calculating the hours of the day it would take for me to get back in here.I loved my bed. It was like I was in a relationship with him. But damn that alarm clock, it was freaking jealous of us.I threw away the covers and marched to the bathroom. It was like being in this mood is a part of my daily routine.During breakfast, my phone rang and I picked it up."Hey, Claire," I greeted my best friend as I shoved a piece of pancake topped with maple syrup in my mouth."Brooke. I need to talk to you,"
"Hi," Claire greeted me quietly at my locker."Hi, how are you today?" I asked as I opened my locker and took out books for my first class."Better than yesterday.""Good, you'll be more better at the end of the day," I said, opening a book.She frowned at me, "Brooke, I don't think we should do it. I mean, let's just leave him alone," I closed my book and glared at her."Claire, we can't do that. It's not much. He won't get that hurt."She looked uncertainly at me."Well, if you don't want to help me, it's okay. I can do it by myself."
It had been half an hour. I had been sitting outside waiting for half an hour for Brian to come out of the men's bathroom. And it had been more than an hour since school ended. What was I going to tell my stupid brother and my mom for why I was late?As school ended an hour ago, not many people were there. Just a few teachers and some students. People passing by gave me odd looks from which I could tell that they were thinking why I was sitting directly outside the men's bathroom.Brian dragged me to the men's bathroom from the parking lot. Of course I tried to run away but I couldn't because he held my arm so tightly as if his life depended on it. I swear he stopped blood circulation in my body. And now he was making me wait for him. And why was I still here? Because he got his hands on my phone! And I had no idea how!