In a class room, he asked us to study for a text that would come within the next Five minutes. If we have to do such emergency text all day till my detention is over, I would like be the most happiest person on earth.
After text I walked to Xavier's van, I was thinking and wondering how it would be able to sit in the same car with him after what happened. Good thing I didn't find it but my mum's car pulled over in front of me.
"Hey honey" Mum smile "Xavier told me you guys stayed over for extra studies, I am so proud of you"
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DEVIN'S POV The crowd this night seems more than every other night which means my money would be much. For them to come, more than half of them would bet for me to win, in that case I have to make beating my opponent badly a priority. After staring at his face for sometime, I couldn't recall if I have fought with him before. Everything about him seems strange even his tattoo. which writes "gone so soon" on his left chest?! Sometimes I wonder what ladies sees in tattoos that makes them go gaga when ever I climb the stage. Someone just threw a pant over my shoulder and I know what she wants. That would have to be later as usual, right now, I need to break his ribs. Walking round the stage, I monitored my opponent's first move. If he knocks me dow
EMILIA'S POV I still can't believe what I just saw. Oh! That literally happened yesterday and I thought it happen today. Memories of how Devin had almost killed the other boy haunted my memories. Like, they were so cruel! It almost looked like they would fight to death. 'What kind of people even cheer comfortably to such!?' I am still mad at Xavier for pulling me and carrying me over his shoulders like I was some kind of doll. Even up till this very moment, where I sat staring at the bathroom where he is taking his bath, I wonder how he found me. Still pleaded I won't have to tweak all those miles while I stare at Devin Kick a huge waste bin and Yell in frustration or something that looks like that. With the way he looked, it seems like he wanted to co
My brows connected as I kept looking at my mum to the rest part of my family. Well, I just can't get what the tension is all about but I knew I didn't feel the same as I felt when I woke up. "It's nothing much, Princess" My stepdad tried to pat my head but I hit his hand away "Common, let's get you to school" he stood up. My gaze remain on my Mum that refused to look at my face. She kept looking at my hands that were folded across my chest. "When is he coming?" I asked my Mum. Her lazy gaze looked up to My stepdad who cleared his throat awkwardly. Although I didn't look back to see what he was doing, but with the way My mum was watching him and i felt him closer, I knew he was walking back. To to prove myself, I felt his warms palms on my shoulders as he squeezed them gently. "Just one of these days and It
The whole day, I can say I didn't say a word. Lucky me, no teacher asked me one of their usual annoying questions like I am the only one covering their head in class. At the time I wonder if covering the head affects the aid of hearing, another time, I wonder why teachers are the most pathetic humans. They would teach you, give your assignments, projects, text, and still give your exam! We trusted them enough and accepted their teaching why won't they do the same and assume we already know the topic and don't see exams. Frankly, it is not a problem at all but it kind of annoys me at times. Setting up the same questions in different methods just to test our intelligence and some still fail. Good thing, not every teacher is like Mr. Matthew our matches teacher. I am extremely grateful I won't be needing the subject after high school if not, my next plan would be to kill
It's Friday, Officially the second week of my detention. The worst week of my life and the week I wish I could delete from my memory but it can never happen. Successful, I have ignored Devin and Xavier the past two days. Good thing, we were asked to study extra hours on subjects we were not good at. Mine was history, so frustrating Mr. Caylord prosponted the project because majority of the class were not ready. That means, another time together with Nigel. The least I want is to keep getting his annoying and mischievous glance. I don't know how to put it but he seems more to me like Devin now with fresh bruises every day. After the nose bleeding and Neck bruises, Nigel came to school twice again this week with broken lips and a small cut on nose. It's a huge surprise that I haven't heard much or seen anything about the video he threatened to post online. Somet
Frankly, I didn't how all this adds up somehow without me knowing from the start. It's was just yesterday that step dad told me about this and here I am looking at him. Flesh and blood after all these years. I stood rigid, watching at my current parents face before lookinga at my dad who has a high smile on his face. With his hands wide, he pulled into a tight hug which was kind of a bit awkward as all I did was stood still. James (my real dad) pulled out before he cleared his throat clumsily. He both sides of his lower lips with his index and thumb before turning to my Mum with a wide grin on his face. He licked his lower lips before throwing his hand up and let it drop, slapping it hard on his sides. "My baby!" He shouted "My Emilia is a big girl and I don't even know how old she is..." He trailed off as he turned to look at my face "Are you fourteen you know it's
Even though feeling awkward After what I had done with Xavier and meeting my real dad in the morning, the idea of just vanishing became the worst thing ever thought of. Back at school, I would be ready to meet again with my extremely annoying project partner Nigel. I haven't even settled my mind when I felt someone breeze past me. With the way the warm body touched me, I knew that fella did it intentionally. I look to see the only person I surprisingly expected. "hey junk, remember our project is today?" Nigel interrupted my thought. Immediately without saying anything, I looked away. The last thing I wanted is any more shit, and trust me, if not for the fear of calling my parents or getting my detention extended, I would live to kick this...chuck in the ball. Grumbling what I had no idea of and looked up to find the freak still waiting for a response. This can't be happening....not now! A sly smile appeared on my lips as I pretend to search for someone
EMILIA'S POV I felt calm then as lying to him felt better than being with him and that was with ease. Heck! remembering my section in detention made me sick almost immediately. I avoided some group of students who were looking at me for no good reason, maybe I didn't know. Walking to the detention room, looking tired and helpless but still looking straight up and healthy, I wish I could just give up. Worst still, I overheard that Gabby is now feeling better which means, she might likely resume soon. Sleeping my forehead as I took my seat, ignoring the killing stare I am getting from everyone including my stepbrother almost made me want to vanish. Gosh! Staying in a room with the people you hate the most can be as frustrating and painful as waxing your Vjay area. Once they are gone, you feel well again. Most of the time, You would just want to kill them over every little thing they do even if is for them to breathe. To blink would be like stalking you in the h