LUCASIt was only the eleventh day living in this weird town and I was about to start my first day in Woodhidge High. Not only was I expected to see Woodhidge as home, I would spent my last year in high school in the town too. It was left to me to me to choose whether I would be happy here or not.I didn't hate the town—and that was saying a lot, as I rarely liked anywhere. For more than one thing, the town was a beauty on its own. I hadn't noticed how pretty the town was on the first day we arrived. The town was gave me some old-school vibe and on its own wasn't weird as it seemed like any other town—from the outside of course. Like every suburban location, the houses seemed so out of pattern unlike the notorioustightness of the city, yet it all looked like a happy embrace of homes. The town, however, struck me as one that I would have
LUCAS Considering that Woodhidge-High was my sixth school, I was kinda not very good in mixing up. The hardest thing about starting a new school wasn't ever anything relating to the main reason of schooling—which I guess is learning. No matter how hardstudying can be, the hardest past, without a doubt, was socialising and fixing yourself as ‘part' of the school. It was a concept one couldn't explain to anyone who didn't go to school, or at least the modern day school. This, however, was my opinion. One of the perks of being a new student was having the time to observe everyone around, if you wanted to, and this observation was more impartial because you know nobody. And since I was going to a supernatural school that had multiple magical beings in it, no one neede
DAMON I liked Evelyn. I really liked her. She was decently tall, had very smooth milky skin and wonderful eyes. She was a very attractive woman and was single so I wondered what was stopping me from asking her out. Yes, she just moved into town and it would appear likeI was pushing things but that was the world we lived in, everything happened fast. “I say you go for it, what's the worst thing that could happen? She would shun you?” said Mason, as I told him of my plans to ask Evelyn out on a ‘date'. “Well that's bad enough, not everyone's like you who ask everything in a skirt out.” Mason laughed and shrugged repeatedly. “There's no denying that.” I suddenly remembered the last time I fell in love. It was with Angela, the lad
TILDA So George had asked me out and I said yes! It wasn't like we would start dating immediately...or at all. He had come to me and said he really liked me and would love us to get closer. George was very handsome, what was the risk in it? I said ‘yes', and that meant I would out on a date with him. But that was all, I didn't think it was wise to jump into anything, no matter how goodlooking the person was. When he had walked up to me that day, telling me he had feelings for me, I was so surprised. George and I weren't close and I had known him my whole life, we were just friendly and never really said anything beyond occasional hellos. It felt really random—so out of nowhere, but I was flattered nonetheless. Every girl in Woodhidge would be flattered if George spoke to them the way he did to me. George
LUCAS So George and I had were getting closer and I found him to be quite a cool person. It seemed to me that he would be my closest friend in this town, however, as life had it to be, I might end up not really liking George anymore. It was selfish. I wasn't disputing that, but then, it was how I felt and I couldn't fake it. I couldn't deny it. The issue was quite plain; he loved Tilda and I was pretty positive that I really liked her too. And he had told me he went on a date with Tilda, and as he spoke, I felt like punching him in the face. I didn't want to hear any of it, nothing even a goddamn word. He kept—excitedly, mind you—tellingme how he had fallen in love with her. I knew it was cynical to feel the way I was feeling but if I was being sincere, I couldn'
DAMONYou know, it's only during our most trying times we know how strong we are. It is only during such times we can see how we can react to certain things. Everytime I have a heartbreak, I realise that I'm way softer than I would like to admit, I begin to see that I tend to not control my emotions as well as I should.What's actually ‘funny’ in this case is I don't know why I should feel heartbroken at all. In the past when I had had my heart broken, I could understand why my feelings were hurt. I could understand why I felt like the world had nothing for me...but that was actually understandable as going through a break-up wasn't easy especially when the relationship was very serious.In the case of Evelyn, I don't get it at all. She had never told me she liked me, she had ne
EVELYN I have been quite unsettled for a while and it was no doubt that the ‘drama’ I had with Damon was the cause, or at the least, a part of it. I prided myself to be one of good reason, whether that was true or not, it was something I had always said in favour of myself. Well, as it happens to be, I doubt I am of one good anything anymore. To say I was insulted by Damon's act was an understatement, I was mortified. However, while I felt very insulted, I didn't feel he insulted me in any way. It didn't make sense to the ears but I felt it, and so, it was real. I wasn't mad at Damon for kissing me, not even a little bit. Hell, I went into his house that day half expecting that. And when he held me, a sort of feeling that I didn't know existed engulfed me, after many years of not being in a relationship, it was so surprising that I could feel th
EVELYN I hadn't gotten used to the fact that Declan hadn't aged one bit. He still looked like he was in his twenties..and that was particularly annoying cause he was old enough to be my great-grandfather. I knew he was about three hundred years old but it was shocking nonetheless to see him unchanged when I was far from the person I was. “Evelyn, I have two things to discuss with you about.” He said, his voice as gentle as ever. “Two things? Shoot.” He began to speak. He said firstly he wanted to talk to me about Lucas and the second was about ‘us'. Us? What the hell did that mean? He said he was inter