Ava’s POV   I woke up with the worst headache of my life and saw my Grandma sitting beside me with a funny glare. I should tell her sometimes that she wasn’t intimidating at all when she is angry especially with that glare.   I tried to sit on the bed but suddenly I felt needle pricks inside my head making me groan and then I remembered last night's party but I couldn’t remember how I got home.   “I am sorry Grandma… it isn’t what you think.” I tried to explain supporting my throbbing head with my hand. I was afraid that she might misunderstand all of this and tell my mom that I got drunk because I am pretty sure that I didn’t drink any alcohol last night.   “I know… I know. Vian told me everything, that you mistakenly drank someone else’s drink. How careless can you be, Ava? To drink from someone else’s cup.” She was going on and on not allowing me to speak. But I was surprised that

My entire world collapsed, and I was standing there listening to him in terror when Ryan told me everything. I couldn’t imagine how a person could be this vile. I know Jackson, but I never thought even he would do something like this. Ryan also told me how if it wasn’t for Vian that would have succeeded. He also apologized for lying to me about the call with his mom and confessed that he was Nina that night because she asked for his help. “I just didn’t want you to misunderstand. That’s why I lied. I am sorry Ava.” He said with regret. “Why?” I asked Jackson looking at him in disbelief. I still couldn’t believe what I heard, and I wanted to know why Jackson did what he did, after all, I am his best friend’s girlfriend. He snorted and chuckled like it was some kind of a joke. “Why? I just wanted you out of our lives.” He spat with venom in his words. “I lost my best friend because of you and I lost my girlfriend because of my best friend.” Jack

I know that friends get angry, and they fight, they reconcile and then they fight again and then they reconcile again. This is the vicious cycle I know… the cycle I believe. I believe that if you love someone once then you could never hate them no matter what they did to you. If you hate them, then what’s the point in loving them in the first place? Unless they betray you in some way… even then I don’t know if I could hate them fully.   But have you ever thought that your best friend hates you? Like when you approach them to apologize, but all you see in their eyes is that they are not so loving anymore or some foreign emotion that your friend never showed you before. At that moment, has a thought crossed your mind that they hate you? Even if you reconcile and get back together, when you think back at that moment from years now I am sure that you will think that, ‘I thought I almost lost him/her.’   I went home to change deciding that I will

In the upcoming weeks, a lot has happened. We were almost at the end of our high school days. I didn’t feel bad about leaving it all behind. Maybe I will miss my grandma and all of our favorite places where we used to hang out. My favorite tree at school, the ice cream parlor, the park, my roof, and the lake, where I went on my first date. I would miss all those places but I was more excited about our future together in London.   Jackson’s issue was covered up by his parents like it was nothing. They made some kind of deal with the police and the girl’s parents to draw a veil over it. The parents agreed to it because they didn’t want the entire town to know about the scandal their girls were involved in. That’s the perk of having rich parents. You can do anything and get away with it.   But thankfully Mr. Donan refused to graduate Jackson from our school strictly. So he was sent out of the country to continue his studies by his parents. No o

It’s been months since I came to London. We successfully graduated passing the final exams with flying colors. I miss old town badly, but I promised my grandma to visit often before I left. London life was very much different from the life I had in my grandma’s town. Even though I have been visiting my mom every summer, staying here, permanently felt different. The city was always busy, and it was hard to keep up. I felt like I was always running. I helped my mom with café work in the morning, and I worked at a pizza shop as a delivery person in the evening. I applied at the University of London for an English literature course and was waiting for a call from the office. It was my mom’s idea to apply to that college. She thought if I go to college in London then she can spend more time with me unlike before. She had this beautiful picture of my future in her mind where I become a professor or a writer, fall in love, and start a family in London. It all sounde