Novels by Friddy writes

Chapter FiveAnna’s POVThe PenthouseI waited for six hours, calling my mother at intervals. All the calls were unresponded to, and by the time I was right outside the dorm, she already had fifteen missed calls sitting on her phone. Sighing, I dropped onto the steps outside, my limbs giving up on me. I knew I was right. I should never have come to Yale. But my mom seemed to think it was either an Ivy League University or nothing.She was wrong about a lot of things, and we were about adding this to the list. The earth seemed to have come outside to laugh at my situation as thunder struck, the sound reverberating through every wall. I had nowhere to go. And as if that wasn’t enough, I was just about to be drenched by the rain in the middle of summer. When thunder struck the second time, my phone vibrated against my thigh, and I jumped so fast that it fell to the ground, the screen shattering.“Shit!” I cursed, picking it off the tiled floor. “Shit! Shit! What the hell is happening

Chapter FourAnna’s POVBlurred LinesI stared at the bottle stretched out and the disinterested look in his eyes. It was the same brand from last night. I had to be running insane. I knew I should get back to the party. It was the right thing to do, knowing that Cole could be searching for me. Still, for some reason I couldn’t fathom, I moved closer to Andre, taking the beer from him. He grabbed an opener from his pocket, cocking the cap off while I still held it in my hand.And then, he grabbed a stick of cigarette from his pocket, bringing it to his lips and fishing for the light. “You shouldn’t smoke, you know?” I found myself saying. “It is bad for your health.”“I know.”“And you do it anyway?”“You are not here to talk about me, Anna,” he cut in with his obnoxious ease. Smoke followed from his lips, and he closed his eyes, as if taking it all in. He stayed that way for a while, his head pressed back against the stem of the tree. I would have thought he’d fallen asleep if he

Chapter ThreeAnna’s POVLiarThe word reverberated in every part of my being, and in that split second, I believed it. And I hated it. I turned around to face him, but that was a horrible decision as I didn’t realize how close he was. His grey eyes looked straight into mine, narrowed. I opened my lips and realized I had no idea what to say. In that moment, I was stunned. And it was very strange. No one could render me speechless. “Andre?”His eyes darted towards her. “Cindy, darling, can you give us a moment?”“Of course,” she drawled. I could tell she winked at him from her tone. “I’ll be by the oak tree. We have an unfinished discussion.”I wondered what it could be. Had he tried flirting with her before? I wouldn’t put it past Andre Clark, because apart from being heir to a multi-million conglomerate, he was also a world-class player.I just hoped Cindy knew that. His eyes returned to me, devoid of all emotions. His dark hair grazed his shoulders, and my eyes followed it. It h

Chapter TwoAnna’s POVBonfire NightA knock sounded on the door, and I grabbed my phone for the second time that night. Cole’s mom peeked her head in from the crack, her eyes a little drawn. “He still hasn’t called?” I shook my head. It wasn’t actually a lie. I’d been doing all the calling. “Maybe his battery is low, or he got caught up in traffic. He did say he was going to be driving down.”She pushed herself further in, her warm hand grazing mine. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Anna.”I nodded, giving her the most sincere smile I could muster. “I’m fine, Lizzy. I'd better get going. My friends are all waiting at the bonfire. If Cole calls…”“He knows where to find you,” she said, stepping out of the way, the sides of her eyes wrinkling when she smiled. “Have fun tonight, Anna. It is your last day in high school. Don’t let it go to waste.”Nodding, I moved into the hallway, my sneakers squeaking against the wooden floor. The light from the living room was sure a sharp contra

Chapter OneAnna’s POVThe Temptation In Andre ClarkFlee the temptations of youth. I’d heard that a million times at Sunday School. My mother had me memorize it every time that it had become a part of my subconscious.Pursue righteousness. If you are going to go down, do it with the right person. My boyfriend. But what was I supposed to do when the temptation was standing right by my window in the middle of the night, the rain thrashing all around him, and a small crate of beer in his hand? Was righteousness supposed to do that?And like a trance, I stepped out of the way, letting him fold his long self into my room around 2 am. The thunder echoed in the back of my mind as he shook his damp hair. He wasn’t smiling. He never did. “I know I shouldn’t be here,” he whispered, stepping further into the room and then sliding the beer onto the desk by the side of my bed. I moved too, the back of my calf hitting the bed frame. “You shouldn’t.” My voice was throaty, mixed with sleep and so