LOGINI clicked on WhatsApp, searching for Kelly's contact in swarm of contacts saved in my phone.
Seen it, I sent him a message simply texting ‘ Hey’. Then I placed the phone my crossed laps, anxiously waiting for his reply. After two minutes, I averted my eyes from the screen to the clock; it was five in the evening. So he might be at home or somewhere aside from school, I think.
I checked the status of the message now, it is now in seen. I almost squealed out of excitement but held it back, instead a smile overtook my face.
Typing...
I bit my lower lips, as I still waited. I don't understand why I feel nervous . It is not like it is first time chatting with him, we have been talking and we vibe a lot but this is different; I need a favour from him. He finally send. ‘Hello’ wait like seriously ?!! He typed for what seems like hours and it was just five letters and one word I received. You got to be kidding me.
Scoffs
I clicked on WhatsApp, searching for Kelly's contact in swarm of contacts saved in my phone.Seen it, I sent him a message simply texting ‘ Hey’. Then I placed the phone my crossed laps, anxiously waiting for his reply. After two minutes, I averted my eyes from the screen to the clock; it was five in the evening. So he might be at home or somewhere aside from school, I think.I checked the status of the message now, it is now in seen. I almost squealed out of excitement but held it back, instead a smile overtook my face.Typing...I bit my lower lips, as I still waited. I don't understand why I feel nervous . It is not like it is first time chatting with him, we have been talking and we vibe a lot but this is different; I need a favour from him. He finally send. ‘Hello’ wait like seriously ?!! He typed for what seems like hours and it was just five letters and one word I received. You got to be kidding me.Scoffs
•Kylie“ Mom why is Kylie not going to school and I'm going.” Ken complained as he came down the stairs, marching towards the kitchen to meet mom.I laughed, as I followed him. Is he not supposed to be happy that he is going to school, unlike me who is going to get bored staying at home. I know school can be hell but that is what makes your childhood lively. Growing up, what kind of experience do you want to share ? A boring one ? That you spent all your days being homeschooled, nothing exciting at all. Or the interesting ones ? Your highschool's days, moments with your friends. Those time I spent with my friends made me feel alive and feel true love not fan love.“ Because I told her not to,” Mom answered, as she carried two plates filled with bacons and eggs, she placed it in the island.“ Well tell me not to.”I took out a stool and sat on it, watching the discussion between mother and son. Ke
•Kylie "Finally, we have arrived. Phew!" Bob let out a long, dramatic sigh of relief as the large iron security gate slid open. He drove the car through, following the winding driveway. I pouted, tearing the crinkling wrapper off my next chocolate bar. So far, I had eaten six. Only six remained. Bob had bought them for me as a bribe to keep me from talking. "The way you said that made me feel like you do not like my presence." "Yes," he nodded his head, affirming my words as he put the car in park. "I do not like your presence. Anytime you are with me, I will always spend more than what I planned. I do not know how, but all I know is that it is your fault." "Well, I did not force you to spend money on me, did I?" I felt a flash of offense. "It was your choice to buy it. I did not ask you to buy it." He was indirectly calling me a gold digger, just like the way Kelly had insulted me. Well, it is not my fault I am blessed with rich dudes. I need to enjoy their wealth before I get m
•Kelly I twisted the doorknob. The hinge creaked loudly in the silence as the door swung open into blackness. "Why is it so dark?" I wondered aloud, my voice sounding flat in the dead air. I strained my eyes, trying to make out a shape, a person, anything. Reaching out, my fingers brushed against something cold. The wall. I slid my palm along the smooth paint, searching for the switch. My fingers finally found the small plastic nub, and I clicked it. Light flooded the entryway. I let out a completely ridiculous, high-pitched, girlish scream. Ashton was standing right in front of me, less than an inch from my face, his arms crossed and a stony expression on his face. When did he get here? And why was I screaming like that? I stopped, cleared my throat, and forced myself to stand up straight. "What is wrong with you?" I demanded, my voice rougher to make up for the scream. "Why were the lights switched off?" "How was your date?" he asked. His tone was so cold he completely ignor
The kiss was still lingering on her lips, a fading warmth against the cold night air, when the voice sliced through the moment. "Kylie, what the hell are you doing here?" Kylie ripped herself away from Kelly, her heart leaping into her throat. She spun towards the sound, her breath catching. Bob was standing at the entrance to the bridge, not ten feet away. He was not just angry. He was vibrating with a fury that seemed to make the air around him ripple. His face was a mask of disbelief, his neck cords standing out like ropes, and his eyes looked ready to pop from their sockets. "Bob, you just swore," Kylie giggled, a nervous, high-pitched sound. She reflexively put a hand to her mouth, but the humor died instantly. She knew that sound. Bob only swore when he was absolutely, terrifyingly furious. "Is that the damn answer I am looking for?" he shouted. The sound echoed off the old ironwork of the bridge. "Do you know how many times I called you?" Kylie's gaze immediately dropped t
•Third person's POV The afternoon sun was still high, beating down on the cracked pavement of the bustling street. A river of people flowed around Kelly and Kylie, a mix of after-school uniforms and adults heading home from work. Cars rumbled by, smelling of hot metal and exhaust fumes. And people stared. An older woman sitting on a bus stop bench smiled softly at their joined hands, a nostalgic look in her eyes. A man in a stiff suit, however, shot them a look of pure disapproval, his lips thinning as he passed. Kelly felt the stares like a familiar, uncomfortable itch, the way he always did. Usually, the attention was just for him, a low-grade static of awareness that he had learned to ignore. But this was different. This time, the stares were for the two of them, for the sight of his calloused, slightly larger hand holding Kylie's smaller, warmer one. He kept his eyes forward, focusing on the rhythmic tap of Kylie's sneakers on the sidewalk. She, on the other hand, seemed to b







