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Chapter Eight
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2022-02-27 00:38:03It was two days to my exam and I haven't exactly seen my parents. I rarely left my room. I really did want to prove to him that I can get accepted into Harvard. I'm not a dummy.
I sighed, extremely tired and tensed. I needed a break from everything. My toxic self and the toxic environment. I haven't seen Oscar since my outburst. I heard that he was going to be back in a week which I couldn't wait for. I needed to ask him about the picture. But all aside, I needed fresh air. Outside air.
I got up and pulled on my maroon coloured hoodie and black Joggers. I had a band worn across my hair to keep my hair slinged back. I grabbed my black nike slides and put them on. I pulled on my hoodie and quietly slipped out of my room.
Everywhere was silent, which implied everyone was asleep and it was perfect for me to slip out into the darkness. I had no where in mind, I just wanted to walk around, under the night sky with
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I turned off the shower, cursing inwardly with my deep breaths echoing in my bathroom. It's been a week since the incident and though every part of me was wishing for it to be all a dream, it was a real as the water dripping from me. I had kissed her. I freaking shouldn't have but what frustrated me the most was the fact no matter how hard I've tried to regret it, I couldn't. It was too fucking nice.What if she had some kinda disease? Herpes? I shunned my thoughts because I was running crazy. I had been thinking about her before because I had felt bad for saying all I did to her, but now, it's entirely different. All my mind kept drifting to was her lips, her touch, her sensual voice, the way my body came alive burning with reactions that I didn't even know existed in me.It wasn't my first time of being kissed. I had been kissed a lot in middle school and a couple times in high school. I avoided girls and everything dramatic.
Bitter–Sweet Chapter Eight
It was two days to my exam and I haven't exactly seen my parents. I rarely left my room. I really did want to prove to him that I can get accepted into Harvard. I'm not a dummy.I sighed, extremely tired and tensed. I needed a break from everything. My toxic self and the toxic environment. I haven't seen Oscar since my outburst. I heard that he was going to be back in a week which I couldn't wait for. I needed to ask him about the picture. But all aside, I needed fresh air. Outside air.I got up and pulled on my maroon coloured hoodie and black Joggers. I had a band worn across my hair to keep my hair slinged back. I grabbed my black nike slides and put them on. I pulled on my hoodie and quietly slipped out of my room.Everywhere was silent, which implied everyone was asleep and it was perfect for me to slip out into the darkness. I had no where in mind, I just wanted to walk around, under the night sky with
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My throat immediately went dry as I lowered my face, bringing it close to the textbook on the table. I trailed him from the corner of my eyes, talking to the lady behind the front desk. No doubt he was asking of me.I didn't do anything wrong, I just went to the library. Was visiting a library a crime now? I closed my eyes and secretly put on my nose mask. If he's going table by table, then it would take a while till he reaches my table. I quietly stood up, packed my books into the crook of my arm and began walking away as unsuspecting as possible. "Hey. Hey. Hey. Excuse me, where are you going?" I heard her ask. I ignored her, increasing my pace while trying to stealthily leave without him noticing. I had a hand stuffed in the pocket of my coat, eyes lowered till I made it out of the door.I made my way down the stairs and contemplated stopping a cab. Would you want to walk and get caught? Wouldn't even matter s
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The library was huge and a little occupied. People sat around with books in front of them. Finding the library wasn't hard once I had my G****e map turned on.I made my way to the lady sitting at the front desk. Her eyes glanced up to mine as she pressed her lips together tightly. "How can I help you sir?" She politely asked while silently ogling me.I rolled my eyes. Of course I had some reckless manly charm, but the ogling wasn't necessary. It put me in an uncomfortable mood. Reasons why I personally don't go out. I dislike the stares because apparently I stuck out like a sore thumb.I adjusted my nose mask and replied, "uh, historian books please. And British poetry. Also, some books on psychology would be appreciated." I briefly said. "Oh, right this way then." She smiled at me and left her post, beckoning on me to follow her, which I did with my hands stuffed in my pan
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The room was immersed in wholesome silence. The only sound heard was the slight grazing of the fork against the plate one in a while.My eyes stayed glued to the fork in my hand, my breathing was weirdly slow, unlike usual. My tongue played in my dry mouth as my mind drifted back to Flare, my conversation with her today, her hurt look on her face, her notes. I didn't over do it, did I?My mind drifted further down memoryville as echoes of her laughter, flashes of her smile and flashes of my own smile when I was with her. There was sincere peace in my eyes when I was with her. I could voice out and not feel judged. I could drop the whole trying to be the perfect kid born to classy parents.But it was for the best. I was way out of her league. And for my status, I'm actually still shit. I'm anything like the regal rich kids you see. All proper and perfect. I was the direct opposite in crucial ways.
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Awkwardly I knocked and awaited her approval."Come in." Her soft voice was domineering.I gently let myself in, shutting the door after me. I glanced around the cream colored room, everything was impeccable; neat and well arranged. "Sit." A one command that made me subconsciously glance around for her white leather sofa and reluctantly sit on it.I tapped my hands against my thighs and waited for her words or rather, contemplated confronting her for going through my stuff. Or maybe you shouldn't. She's your mother and she has every right to you know. Along with that, I couldn't help but scoff. "You got what you wanted, didn't you?" Those words came out sooner than I could process them and take them back. She gently put down her tea cup on her saucer then placed the saucer on her silver tray before lowering it on to the nightstand. Her lids fluttered as she stared at me in an intense yet different mann
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