I let out a moan, and that made Romeo break the kiss. I shivered as the cold hit my bare skin. I crossed my arms to try and stave off the chill, but I could still feel the goosebumps rising on my skin. We just stood there, our eyes locked on each other. Romeo broke the silence. "Are you okay? Is the cold too much for you?" He bombarded me with questions.My lips trembled as I managed to get out the words. "I – I'm a b – bit cold," I stuttered. "You should probably go inside then," Romeo uttered, his voice tingled with concern as he chewed on his bottom lip. Why was he biting his bottom lip? I could tell that there was something more he wanted to say. I studied his face, searching for some clue as to what was on his mind.If Romeo wasn't willing to say his mind, then I should be more direct."Is there something else you want to tell me?" I asked him."I'm not sure if this is the best time to have this conversation," He said hesitantly. "Maybe we should wait until later?" "No!" I ex
I wasn't sure if what I was doing was right or wrong. But I knew one thing for sure – I was enjoying the moment, and I didn't want it to end. I wanted to be like this forever. How could I not love this moment, lying in the bed with one person I'd loved more than any other? My queen sized bed felt smaller, but in a good way, as we were face to face with our eyes closed. I couldn't help but smile as I felt his hand move gently from my waist to my back, pulling me closer. What he did made my heart flutter. My eyelids fluttered open, and I was met with a pair of forest green eyes, already staring at me. I narrowed my eyes on him. "I thought we were closing our eyes," I accused him."You were looking at me too," Romeo replied with a chuckle in his voice.I didn't say anything. I just smiled. His warm chuckle made my heart melt. I wanted nothing more than to hear that sound again. He was so adorable. "Ivy," Romeo called my name, softly.I lifted my gaze to meet his. I could see the tur
When the bell finally rang for break and the statistics teacher rounded up his lecture, I was out of my seat in an instant. I headed straight for the door, needing to get out of that classroom ignoring the murmurs and stares. I needed to clear my head and make sense of what I'd just heard. I couldn't focus on the class, my mind kept drifting back to what had happened the night before and that morning. I was sure of one thing. I needed therapy. Romeo had done so much damage and it was going to take a lot of work to heal from it. It was my fault too. I could have stopped things from going as far as they did, but I hadn't. I'd let myself be swept up in the moment, and I regret it now. I was so stupid. Always easily deceived by his words and his innocent eyes. I felt so foolish, ashamed. My stomach twisted into a knot at the thought of everyone finding out what happened. I was afraid of the rumors that would spread about me. Obviously, I would be blamed and the topic of discussion woul
I felt frozen in place, unable to move, and my eyes were fixed on them. I was unable to look away even when they were done kissing. The funny thing was, Romeo kept stealing glances at me. He knew what he was doing. He fûcking knew. I hated the blank look on his face. My hands tightened into fists. I was unable to think straight. I wanted to confront them. I felt like doing that. I wanted to punch him, to hurt him the way he'd hurt me. But, I knew I couldn't do any of those things. I just stood there, watching them. Suddenly, I felt a jolt as someone bumped on me from behind. It was a small collision, nothing serious, but it jolted me out of my trance. The girl who had bumped on me was a junior, and she was apologizing profusely. I just nodded, my mind still spinning. I blinked, realizing that I'd been standing for longer than I thought. I let out a hiss and walked to where my best friend was. Her boyfriend was not with her. At least, we would able to talk better. Probably, a catch
The song I was listening to ended just as I was preparing to get out of James' car. I watched as he climbed out of the driver's seat. The corners of my mouth curled upwards as I watched James approach my side of the car and open the door for me. I couldn't help but feel flattered, even though I knew he was only trying to be a gentleman. It was the little things that really mattered. "Thank you," I murmured as I stepped out of the car. "Anything for you," James replied, his eyes crinkling in a warm smile.As James had said in the text he sent to me earlier in the day, he had picked me up after school. He told me he wanted to show me something, but I also liked that we were at his house. It would be a nice break from the hectic day I'd had at school. At least, it would be a distraction from the stress and drama of the day, I would not be able to think about all that happened. I took a moment to look around, admiring the grandeur of James' home. It was a beautiful mansion, with lush g
"Why did you suddenly get so quiet?" James asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror.I turned to face him. "Nothing. Just wondering why the author ended the story that way. It's not fair that the female lead died, leaving the male lead to mourn her for the rest of his life."I noticed him smile slightly. "Not all stories have a happy ending, you know," He said.I lifted my shoulders in a shrug. "I know. My story is going to have a happy ending though," I uttered."So is mine." He seconded. " You should not let a book get you so worked up. You can always find another book to read," He rambled."It's not that simple," I muttered under my breath. We were nearing my house. The entire drive had been filled with our conversation about a novel with a tragic ending that I was still upset about.The rest of the drive to my house was silent, except for the music that played softly on the radio. James sat humming along to the song, bobbing his head in time with the beat.I couldn't help
"Prom night, prom night, prom night!" That was the phrase that echoed through the halls of our high school. It was all anyone could talk about, even though the date had not been announced yet. On Monday, which was yesterday, we were told that prom was coming up soon. And ever since then, that was the topic of every discussion. Everyone was buzzing with excitement, even though it was only April and prom was likely next month. But that didn't matter to my peers. They were already dreaming of that magical night in May when they would dress up and dance the night away. As I walked to my history class, I had my earbuds in, but I wasn't actually listening to music. I just wanted to give the impression that I was. To be honest, I didn't care what anyone was saying about me. I was used to being the subject of gossip, and I had grown numb to it. But lately, I noticed that people don't whisper and lean in close to each other when they see me coming. It seemed like they had gotten tired of t
I fought the urge to turn around and look into the forest green eyes that I could feel boring into the back of my head. I forced myself to take a seat and face the front of the classroom.Despite my best efforts, I found myself unable to focus on the history lecture. Everytime I tried to tune in, I could not escape the feeling of being watched. It was as if someone's eyes were boring into the back of my head. I knew it was silly to think it was Romeo but I couldn't help but feel that it was him. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body."Ivy Young," Mr Mark called out my name, jolting me out of my thoughts. I looked up at him. "Y..yes, sir?" I stuttered. His eyebrows lifted. "You came in late, and you've been staring off into space instead of focusing on what I'm teaching. I've already spoken to you about your grades dropping. The SAT is coming up, and you need to get your head in the game." He snapped. I swallowed a gulp down my throat, feeling my cheeks flush. "I'm sorry, si