Nicholas forced a smile to his face. “We have a lot of things in common. I’m as stubborn as you are. And maybe I was cursed to have this burning need to always be the hero in helpless situations.”“That’s not true.”He chuckled, wiping the remaining tears on my cheeks. “Is too. Why’d you think I did what I could to save Margaret’s diner? Or why do I hang out with those kids from the other side of town?”“Maybe because you’re really a good person,” I admitted.“Nah! I think I have superhero complex. I always look for desperate situations, damsels in distress and I swoop in and save the day!” He grinned. I could see a small blush on his cheeks.I bit my lips back to keep myself from smiling.This man! He didn’t really have superhero complex; I knew that by now. But to keep his reputation of being a devil-may-care playboy, he didn’t want to admit that he was compassionate by nature, with a good heart, a caring soul.“Okay, Superman. I will accept your offer. But I will pay you. As soon a
I popped my new clothes in the washing machine and dryer. When I came back to the room, holding a hamper of my newly-washed clothes in my arms, I found Nicholas in the room. He was fixing something in the mirrors, which turned out to be built-in cabinets.“What’s up, roomie?” I asked in a teasing tone.“Oh, good you’re here,” he said. He pressed one of the mirrors and it opened smoothly, revealing the closet inside. It was empty. “I’ve cleared this so you can put your stuff in here. If later you don’t find the space sufficient, you can let me know.”How very thoughtful of him. I wanted to argue that it wasn’t necessary but I knew that it was and I was thankful that he was sensitive enough to know this.“Wow,” I said under my breath.“You’re welcome.” Then he fished something in his pocket. He handed me a gold-colored smartphone. It looked brand-new. “You can use this.”“What’s this?” I asked.His eyes widened, as if in shock. “You haven’t seen a smartphone before?”I rolled my eyes. “
I smiled back at Nicholas. He knew that it was not easy for me to be transparent, to show that some things could actually pierce through my shell. He knew that when I thank him, I was actually eating a portion of my ego, because I judged him so easily and I was wrong. So, our whatevers meant we understood each other. It meant that he had proven me wrong one more time and it was okay for me not to say it because he was letting me walk away with my head held high.But not this time. He deserved it. He deserved to know that I was wrong about judging him. That I now admit that he’s a good person.I squeezed his hand back and said, “Thank you, Nicholas. You’re a good guy. And I’m sorry for judging you too soon. I’m sorry for ruining whatever chances you may have with Jen, if you were really into her. I’m sorry for all the crap I gave you. And thank you for being there for me when I needed someone the most.”He held my hand tighter in his. He looked into my eyes for a moment. “You’re forgiv
I texted Brett using my new number—I mean, the number that Nick lent me.Four PM tomorrow. Front gate, university.Immediately, my phone rang.“The fuck, dude! You have no idea what hell we’ve been through looking for you!” Brett’s voice was raised and agitated.“What?”“Your phone was off. I didn’t know where you were. I went to your house. Nobody wanted to let me in. They said that you ran away from home without telling anybody where you were off to. I had to force myself to speak to your father. He said he had no idea where you were and he didn’t care. In fact, he looked happy that you were gone! He gave me your wallet, told me that if I saw you, I should give it to you. What happened? Where were you?”I took time to process what Brett was saying. The mention of my father suddenly made me cringe. I had to close my eyes for a moment to let the surge of panic and fear settle down.I felt a warm hand caress my nape, providing me comfort and some proof that I was not alone. I leaned my
“I thought you weren’t attracted to me!”“I wasn’t,” he agreed. His response was almost automatic and the tone of his voice was leveled, meaning he didn’t even think twice about what he said and I didn’t know why I wanted to hit him in the face at the moment.I cast my disappointment aside and tried to keep a straight face. I’d deal with my feelings later. Right now, he cannot suspect that I was feeling even a little bit fond of him!“Then why would you even suggest a kiss as a punishment to get even with me when I hit you?” I asked, keeping my voice as cool as possible.Nick shrugged. “You said I’m Nicholas Atkins and according to you, I’m interested in every girl I meet. And you just called yourself a girl. I mean, you’re unlike any of the girls I’ve dated before. I usually go for tall, curvy babes with long legs and supermodel looks. The chances of us ever getting together are from nil to maximum five percent. Kissing was probably the worst thing that we could do with each other. I
I put the cash back in the wallet and then I handed it to Brett.“What?”“I don’t want his money,” I said. “Return it to him with all the cards. Even that Louis Vuitton wallet was a gift from him. I don’t want it.”“Dude?”“Do it, Brett. Or take the money and put it to good use. Either way, tell him what you did. I want him to know I didn’t take any cash from him. He no longer has a kid. I no longer have a father.”Brett stared at me for a long moment. I could see frustration in his eyes and then some sadness. I could tell that his heart was breaking for me.I gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m okay, Brett. I’m Ken Clarke!” I wanted to convince myself about the same thing.Brett heaved a sigh. “How are you going to support yourself?”“I have saved a little money.”“Isabella’s life insurance? I thought you were saving that for after college, to put up your own practice.”“I’m not even sure I’ll be practicing this profession, Brett,” I told him honestly. “I did it for Jen. But now, she’s
I tried my best to stay out of Nick’s hair. I locked myself up in the room so I would not have to see him or talk to him. I didn’t want to keep on frowning at him, or make it so obvious that I was ignoring him. He didn’t deserve that. It was not his fault that I’ve never been attracted to a guy before.I was raised unconventionally. Growing up with two lesbian parents, I never knew what it was like to explore being a girl. I loved my parents so much and I have always idolized them. Their relationship was something I found to be ideal, thus, I never thought about exploring what it was like to date a guy. It never even crossed my mind.My father was the reason why I have major trust issues with a guy. Brett had always treated me like a boy. So did his friends. I have always believed that I would never put my trust in a guy. I would never fall in love with one. The only guy who challenged these beliefs was Nicholas. And he was not even aware he was doing it.He didn’t say anything. In fa
Kiss him?! Excuse me? Kisses are overrated, remember?I pulled myself back from the trance I was in and let out the breath that I didn’t know I was holding in. I took a step away from Nicholas and shook myself back to reality.Nicholas frowned and before I could say another word, he said, “I’ll see you after your show.” Then he walked away. I went back on stage wondering what the heck just went on between Nick and me. How come being close to him made my heart beat faster? Why didn’t I feel the need to breathe as long as I was staring into his eyes? There was nothing about kissing that I found enticing but suddenly, I wondered what it would feel like to kiss him.“Hello!” Bailey’s booming voice startled me. He was looking at me sternly, and I realized that he called a girl from the audience, and I was supposed to give a drum roll of some sort but I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I lost my cue. Though Bailey was speaking to the girl, I knew the dagger-like looks were for me. The