Novels by Atiz

I snap back to myself and shove his hand off my neck. My legs move before my brain does, I scurried out of the room, heart pounding like it wants to rip out of my chest. I try to think, to make sense of anything, but my head is just… blank. Empty. I don’t even remember I was supposed to charge my dying phone. My hands shake so much, I can’t even wipe the sweat ruining my makeup.The party is still going, but it might as well be over for me. I need my bed. I need silence. I need to pretend I didn’t just see Sebastian—my own roommate—kissing a guy like his life depended on it.My heels ache with every step. I don’t see a cab, and have no car. So I had to walk. My feet screamed, and I swear they’re bleeding by the time I reach the dorm. I kick the heels off the second I step inside, not caring where they land, and collapse on my bed. I can’t sleep. My eyes were heavy, not sleepy—just heavy from what it had witnessed. My body shakes a little. But at least I’m lying down. i was relieved

There was a party held for freshers, and honestly, this is the most excited I’d been in a long time here. Even though I never really felt welcomed. I loved a lively place and I wouldn't be absent myself. Noise, lights, people dancing off-beat — yes, count me in. The room was empty when I was getting dressed. Sebastian was nowhere in sight — probably off with his noisy friends, or with some girl stuck to his lips, or maybe on the other side of the world for all I cared. No, scratch that, I barely gave a damn.Tonight was for me. Just me. I'll prove it to them.I had ordered the gown from Temu, and for once in my life, an online order came out exactly like the picture. It fit my body so perfectly I swear the designer must have known my measurements from the womb. I didn’t even need to adjust anything; it hugged my waist and sat on me like it was made just because I existed, and that’s exactly the kind of love I needed.My hair? Inspired by the Kardashians. Yes, the Kardashians. And th

“Bitch!...bitch!”Uhmmm ... .excuse you?Tristan wasn't dead ass referring to me. I hope not. It wasn't even quite long until I came back from a stroll, I'm relaxing with my phone feeding my eyes in the kardashian’s page, and someone who God has forsaken is out there calling me a “bitch”. Thank goodness I bolted the door. He sure would have barged into the room without a second thought.“Tristan, I beg of you, get lost!” I was already losing it as I sprang up. I went close to the door. “What do you want, Tristan? Like bro it's not funny” I asked as I let out a deep breath. “I just wanted to know if Sebastian was in, he's not answering the phone”“Wasn't it obvious?” I brush my brows in slow motion. “Just tell him I stopped by, bitch.” He hit the door so hard and must have scampered. I wonder why a man at this age would behave like someone who never got the opportunity to play as a kid. Sigh.If he were my very good friend, there wasn't a problem calling me bitch, but not Tristan–i

I knew all along what I signed up for when I had to be confident about myself. I still don't understand why people find it difficult to accept us. I believe there would be a time when we would walk freely without judgemental eyes, I hope I witness that day soon. I know there are others like me, but still hiding in their shadows, all seeking validation from the public.I clenched my books against my chest as I strode down the hall, pretending not to notice the eyes that lingered on me.“Why would a cute boy do this to himself?” I heard someone in the crowd say. My stomach fluttered. I had to lower the book against my belly as if to hide the flutter in it, and tuck the strands of wig behind my ear.I had to look straight as I strode. One of the students stuck his foot out, this made me trip. I stumbled as I launched forward. As usual, laughter rolled across the hall. I just had to keep going, ignoring their voices. I needed to rest my head on my bed. Today was hell of a stressful one.

I clearly remember falling asleep on my bed. So, how and why am I waking up outside my room, at my doorstep?! No, seriously—what in the world? This could only be the deed of my so-called roommate. Sebastian. Yes, I know I'm a deep sleeper, I honestly do regret that about me. I've complained to the dorm officer about Sebastians' reckless attitude, but nobody listens. Of course Sebastian is the golden boy child, the favourite who does no harm. The dorm officer keeps telling me, “keep up with him this semester, then you'll be able to choose the room of your choice”. What if I don't make it out alive till the semester is over? We don't even get to chat, not like roommates. Not even like friends. That's torture to my kind of personality.I somehow regret coming to this institution. The gossips, cold glances. I could handle them on normal days, but some days it was heavy. Anyways, I won't let any of that weigh me down. I told my mom I could have gone to a place where i atleast fe