AUTHOR'S POV *********One month later******* As time passed by Crimson came to cope with the presence of Charles while Charles on the other hand was not ready to settle for Crimsons refusal to accept his proposed love. The classes had been going extremely well for all the female students except for Crimson of course. Just as expected every girl wanted so desperately to be noticed by Charles, even some of the guys had plans to change his sexuality. Life could have been exciting for him if only Crimson was part of the drooling multitude interested in him. As for Crimson she wanted nothing more than to end the year as fast as possible. It was torture enough for her to see girls flaunt themselves all over Charles but the fact that she was not ready to acknowledge her jealousy and the reason for it, made the torture even more severe. CHARLES POV It was finally another day away from school and heaven alone knew how grateful I was for such days. When I considered lecturing I put aside

CHARLES POV I knew Crimson won't stop asking questions as to where I got the scars from and I was most definitely not ready to give answers to any of her questions. I had no idea how I could bring myself to tell her all that happened during the five years I was away, I wasn't sure how she would look at me after hearing all I had done. I kept on thinking of the possibility that she would understand and forgive me once I explain what my situation was at that time but the possibility that she would condemn me and view me as a monster could not ignored. So I choose to escape. I knew running was not the best choice cause sooner or later reality would catch up with me but I still choose to ignore the truth and everything was going fine up until I received a call from Sandra. She said there was an urgent health issue she had to attend to and that she was in a hurry since her already booked session would soon start. She asked if I was available to swap classes with her for the day but she q

CRIMSON POV I was sitting on the bed naked with nothing but a blanket rapped around me, I had to call Brenna to tell her I wont be able to leave the town with them and I also informed the supervisor about my absence using a family emergency as an excuse. You may be wondering what must have transpired after our kiss, well a lot did happen but not what you are guessing, cause even I would have never guessed what happened would actually occur. While kissing Lucas I felt like something was wrong, like something was missing, it felt way different from when I shared a kiss with Charles. I wasn't sure what it was but I knew at that moment that it's Charles I wanted to do this with, with him it felt wrong yet perfect, it felt like a crime but one that was worth committing. Maybe I was in love or in lust, I wasn't sure then so I had to go check for myself. I broke free from the kiss and left the room to go find Charles. I wasn't concentrating when rooms were being assigned so I had to conf

CHARLES POV I was back to Crimsons house after staying away for a week. I initially planned to stay away from her for some weeks but the conversation I had with Lucas was an eye opener to how much I would loose all because I can't take a risk. I spent nearly ten minutes listening to the rubbish Lucas had to say, the more words he uttered the more provoked I got. He started of by telling me how much he liked her and how he felt the need to seek my permission to purse her. According to him he came to seek my permission but all I heard were dares, not request. He had the audacity to tell me that he kissed Crimson and more so it happened to be on the same day she came to my room at the hotel. The idea that I was a second choice invaded my mind and angered my pride to the point that I had to walk Lucas out. The only thing that stopped me from throwing an unjust punch to his fucked up face was the fact that I still needed the job to keep an eye on Crimson. Truly it was the conversa

It’s been a week since Charles asked me to be his girlfriend and a week since I had told him no but here I was sitting on the kitchen cabinet laughing hysterically as I watched Charles battle with cutting the onions he swore he would chop in a blink of an eye. Your surprise is well accommodated because even I would have had my mouths hanging on the air if someone had predicted these future for me. I was practically envisaging a week of totally avoidance and silence. That should be the aftermath of rejecting someone's proposal. Saying proposal now makes it feel weird but it still is the best term to describe what happened a week ago. Last week after Charles drained me of my saliva and the little air I managed to save up in my lungs, I was still longing for more and I missed his touch immediately it left my heated skin. I knew better than to plead for him to go on,considering the fact that I was barely conscious few hours before the scene. He starred intensely into my eyes and b