My eyes keep looking behind me with every step I take up the stairs, making sure no one is following me before I reached the metal blue door.Opening it, I step into the roof, my eyes falling on the blonde seated on our bench, her back hunched over as she broke pieces of the sandwich I'd given her for recess and fed the birds.Normally, I'd ask if she had a fever. I'd have even doubted she'd go on a no food campaign because of a fever, but I knew that she wasn't in the mood to actually talk much so I just walk to her, keeping my voice low "I told them I didn't know where you were, Vanessa"She looks at me now. Her blue eyes aren't as wide as before. They don't even hold the humour she usually has as she says, her voice low as well "Thanks"I let out a sigh before I sit next her on the bench. She keeps looking at the clouds, an unreadable expression on her face "I don't know what's going on but when I told them I didn't know where you are, Channing nearly went at me and Stradella, for

Her eyes widens, realizing that I'm being serious before she walks off to the other side of the car and enters, her face in a frown as she glares at me "I didn't take anything from you" You stole my fucking peace of mind. "Doesn't fucking matter" I turn to her, lips curling into a sneer when I stare fully at her body "What the fuck are you wearing?" "Clothes" Does she want me to kill her? "Whose is it?" It's a vintage shirt, looks like she got it from an antique mall and cargo pants that makes me wonder how many times she had to wrap it around her waist. Fucking weird how I want to look at it now "A friend's" I snicker "You don't have-" I pause, my former anger returning "Kai?" He fucking knew? Oh he's so dead. And why the fuck is she wearing his clothes? I grab a hold of her shirt, ignoring the cry of protest she makes, as I smell it before I push her away, my anger now at it's top "The first thing we're doing, is taking that shit off you" "No" "It's not like I was fuckin

I hear her chuckle on my shoulder. It does wonders to my skin "You're supposed to focus" She lets me go and I turn immediately, staring at her. Her smile stays when I speak "I want to learn, Doc but not like that" "I understand" Not with that smile. Her hands move to my face as she holds up my chin, eyes staring at me "Let's try something else, shall we?" I nod. "I'd use your body as an example, but if you make a sound, I'd stop" She doesn't nove her face from mine as she continues "You don't speak unless I tell you to, and you focus. That's the most important part" I nod again "Okay" She takes the robe off, letting it flutter to the fall as her smile widens a fraction as she says "I see you were a ready subject" I say nothing. She takes it off, her hand moving to mine as she slowly begins to move it "It's always important to make sure that you don't press on it to much-" Then it moves to my neck "And sometimes you apply slight pressure" My eyes flutter close as she squeez

It's afternoon when a car honks on their frontyard and Alex is the one who drives the Mercedes. He's still the same. Quiet with a dinner jacket on and his face in it's usual expression as he says "Lady Vanilla" I can't ignore the relief I feel to know he's still the same "Hi" He opens the passenger seat for me while I stare at my reflection. I'm wearing a shirt and shorts with my koala bag that has my uniform on my shoulders. I look presentable, at least. When I get in, he gets to the driver seat and begins to drive us back to the Manor. This reminds me of the first time Aunt Penelope took me there and also reminds me I've not heard from her ever since then. But before I can think of her for too long, Alex tells me that they all went jogging and haven't returned yet so when we get home, meeting the silent house and reach my room, I'm not not exactly sure about how I feel with the fact that there's a big bulge under my comforter. I poke at it with my bat. It growls, making me m

"D-Do you think she'd try leaving?" After dinner, she had asked if we had a TV and Doctor had taken her down to the basement. It was our theatre room but no one ever actually went there. Ever. It was a basement and it was mostly dark and— "I think this is a bad idea" Strawberry is still pissed though. He didn't like her reaction and I don't exactly blame him. It hurt, a bit but then with all of this. All of us. I knew it was hard to take. To imagine. Sometimes it felt like a dream. But I didn't want to wake up. "Hey. Hey" Strawberry carries me, settling me on his table with his body in-between my legs, his face moving to my neck before he begins to whisper "If she doesn't want you, that's her fucking choice. You have three men who would kill for you. One of us more so" I giggle, his breath making goosebumps fill my skin as I say "B-but I want her to like me too" I hadn't exactly expected Doctor to say Vanilla would be in a pretend relationship with me, fake sounds more hu