Share
35. Don't make it a habit
We went back to our camp. Thomas asked Josh to join him in this small quest in the dark forest. The group soon found out about my second bad situation today, and suddenly I preferred to go back to the forest to pet the wild animal, instead of staying here a moment longer to chat about my misfortune.
The famous boy went to get ‘his stuff’ from the trunk of his car and when he came back, I was amazed to find that he had a gun. Most of us were stunned at the sight, but Annabeth and I felt like we should speak. She went to Thomas with a serious expression and demanded how he got this cold weapon in his possessions.
“Where did you get that, Thomas? Who gave it to you?” she questioned.
“What the hell!” I exclaimed at the same time when she spoke.
Related chapters
Paint me a heart 36. Crimson red
Some people really do keep their word. I was finishing some math homework when my phone rang. Smiling, I answered the call. The poor guy just won an awkward date at The Bomb. “Are you ready for the best day of your life, gypsy girl?” His voice was cheery like always. “I guess I am. Can I pick the place?” I asked, biting my pointer finger. “Um, okay. Where do you want to go?” he agreed. “There is a show…a friend of mine will be entertaining.” I made a pause before I found the right words to call Thomas, but ended up with ‘friend’, hoping that we were at least that. The gallery boy accepted the idea pretty well, not knowing I had a crush on the guy we were going to watch. Plus the date was half homework, but whatever. I can keep this a secret for now, right? We finished the conversation with instructions for the gallery boy, so he could come and pick me up. I tried to convince him that I could use my car, and we can meet there, but he said he already let me pick the place, and i
Paint me a heart 37. Behind the scenes
I could not see who hit Thomas and when he realized someone punched him, he jumped on that person, disappearing behind the stage. “Oh, God! Thomas!” I yelled, rising from my chair, but my scream was lost in the loud music. Samuel must have seen my reaction because a moment later he was next to me with wondering eyes, asking me what caused me to yell. I did not answer and finally, my legs started moving towards Thomas. I went behind the stage and it took me a while to adjust my eyes and see them, dressed all in black in the darkness. In the dim light, I saw two boys struggling on the floor, and I recognized Thomas’s blond hair--he was on top. The other guy was a stranger to me. He had tar, short hair and his bushy eyebrows almost looked like an unibrow. His face showe
Paint me a heart 38. Not a public dancer
The long-haired girl had her hand placed behind Thomas’s neck, her head hiding his face from me. The terrifying thing was, he did not pull away. He stayed like that with her for a not-very-short moment. It was one of those situations when you see something awful, but you just can’t look away. “It’s not that big of a deal,” Thomas finally broke their kiss and moved to climb on the stage. “My band is here often.” I was still stunned near our table, but when the girl turned to face me, I picked up my jaw from the floor and swallowed. “Hi there. I am Mia. Welcome to our humble karaoke slash dance club,” she smiled pleasantly, and moved to sit next to Adam. I followed her and sat on the ottoman close to Samuel. “Alice, nice to meet you,” I said to her, not sure if she car
Paint me a heart 39. Very complicated
As soon as Samuel disappeared inside The Bomb, I knew I shouldn’t go in the rose garden right now. I turned on my heels and went to lean on his rusty car, ignoring Thomas. He, of course, followed me and stopped less than a meter from me. He was just watching me with a perfect, but now unreadable face. I bit the inside of my cheek and raised my eyebrow at him, showing I had no idea what he was doing. “Are you going to say something, or you will just stand there, enjoying the view?” I challenged him with a smirk. “Oh, I could tell you so many things right now. Half of them the opposite of the other half,” he responded, nervously. I smiled at his answer, thinking maybe he had mixed fe
Paint me a heart 40. The right guest list
My first reaction would have been to run back upstairs and lock myself in my room, but Alex’s words caught my attention. Taking some steps back, I crossed my arms on my towel and gave him a look that said I-don’t-trust-you-but-you-can-speak. He seemed to be carefully considering what he was going to say. I could see an apology all over his face. Was he playing with me? Was he going to lie to me like I feared Thomas would when we met? Alex’s behavior reminded me of a scared sheep, left outside after nightfall. “Speak or get out of my way,” I bit with a confident voice. My hair was still dripping wet and tiny water drops were tickling the skin on my forearms, falling on the floor. I was feeling uncomfortable and naked. I just wanted to hear whatever he had to say and go somewhere where he was not. “I've wanted to talk to you since the day after the party. When I sobered up, I couldn’t stop thinking of what I said and did…” Alex’s eyes were glued to his shoes while he was speaking,
Paint me a heart 41. It's fine
Linda’s message said that she must kiss the person she cares the most here, but all the people were strangers until a few hours ago. I was the only person she could pick if she wanted to follow the rules. We stared at each other and silence fell around us, everybody waited to see what Linda would do. I questioned in my head if she would do such a thing and why I should agree to it if it’s not my message. It was hers. She was still gaping, and I figured she must be waiting for me to say something to help her escape from this. I relaxed, but I was surprised by her sudden move, as her raspberry glossed lips touched mine. I was stunned and did not respond to her kiss. Linda pulled away to look at my face, a breath away. Then again she gently graced her li
Paint me a heart 42. Nothing changed
It was a cold, fall morning and the clothes Tina picked for me were actually very comfortable. I felt cozy in the warm black vest, made of soft wool. Its treads were delicately twisted on the edges on its whole length up, reaching almost to my knees. Under it, I had a simple white button shirt, tucked in dark blue jeans. No heels for me today, as cute black flats finished off my attire. I pulled up my hair in a messy bun, banishing Tina out of my room, so I could finally leave and meet Linda. Driving with half of my attention, I managed to reach the school parking without creating a car crash. When I neared the usual place where I park my car, I saw Linda sheepishly scrolling through her phone, resting on a bench. “Please tell me you are not breaking up with me,” I attempted a joke walking towards her. She lifted her head to look at me with a faint smile. Something squeezed my heart, causing real pain when I saw the dark circles under her cute almond-shaped eyes. “Tell me!” I demand
Paint me a heart 43. Black and white
I walked to the back of the house, followed by the cold attitude of the hot guy I liked. I had prepared the place where we were to stay for the next two or three hours. Ivalina made some kind of Bulgarian brownies with orange crusts, and I got a thermos with hot white chocolate. Two teacups and a big plate of the doughy delicacy were resting on a small table with two garden chairs nearby. “It’s a little chilly today and with the ocean breeze, it’s even colder. I thought that we might need a warm drink and a snack while we were here,” I explained and showed the table to the famous boy. “Thank you. I have no idea what this is, but I am actually a little hungry,” Thomas said, and I smiled. There was a saying I knew from Ivalina, and I secretly hoped it was true. She often told me that “the way to a man’s heart goes
Latest chapter
- Paint me a heart 73. Pressure is lifting
- Paint me a heart 72. Shape in the sand
- Paint me a heart 71. Evidence
- Paint me a heart 70. The winner
- Paint me a heart 69. The bomb
- Paint me a heart 68. Something important
- Paint me a heart 67. Heartwarming
- Paint me a heart 66. Some time to chill
- Paint me a heart 65. Long-hidden secret
