Entangled Hearts

"No, thanks, just... just looking for something that's not showing up," I ended up muttering. "Do you need anything?"My craving for tobacco was making me nervous. Just one, a damn cigarette between my lips, and I'd be happy. I didn't consider myself a heavy smoker, but I did smoke occasionally, especially at parties; I was more of a social smoker."A beer."Since I wasn't going to find my tobacco, I approached the fridge and grabbed the first bottle of beer I saw. The fridge was full of food, but I rarely ate at home; I usually preferred going to Jerry's with my friends and enjoying a fun meal.I turned to the guy and pressed my lips into a smirk as I looked at him. If I wanted to get more than just four words out of him, I needed to know his name."What's your name?"He ran his hand through his hair, looking at me with a tense jaw and expressionless eyes. Maybe if I hadn't been born impulsive, I would be scared, but instead, I found it amusing that he was going to play the cold and

I climbed the stairs two at a time, eager to reach my room to tell Nora that her sweetheart was coming, and of course, Jax too. The wide hallway on the second floor was completely silent, except for some footsteps echoing on the parquet floor as a girl emerged from the bathroom. She looked at me, and I almost challenged her to say something to me, I wouldn't hesitate to scare her a little if she annoyed me."I don't expect you to love me, Andra, but I really like your sister," she said, using the same tone of voice Samay used when she got nervous.I shrugged and walked past her to the last door in the wide hallway. Right in front of the guest room was mine; it was the only door different from any other in the house. I had made sure to make myself noticed in that house, claiming my room as uniquely mine. I didn't even let the housekeepers enter to clean it. It was my corner of solitude and the place where I could drown peacefully in my own thoughts. That or the attic where I had set up

I was going over the children's drawings that I had painted throughout the course on my desk with my black marker. I had no interest whatsoever in what Miss Wood might have to tell us about numbers or equations. Nora, beside me, kept jotting things down in her notebook; of course, she liked math, but I had been failing at it for years, and I doubted this year would be any different."Do you want to at least pretend you're doing something productive, girl?" Nora glanced at my empty desk when the teacher paused to address a question. "Damn, you haven't even taken out your pencil case, lazy ass.""This teacher has it out for me. I hate this school, and even more so this subject."I really hated it, and I had reasons: 1) the uniform was ugly, hideous, dreadful, and painful to look at; 2) the colors green and mustard yellow were the most accurate combination to represent how crappy the school itself was; 3) the football team was a bunch of jocks who kept studying because of their parents'

The Beta house was known for being the second-best, the house full of guys who hadn't been able to get into the Alpha house. Gradually, it had ceased to be a house of second-best to become a fraternity of parties and alcohol—it was the best at throwing parties. It was completely packed, with people at the entrance of the house already swaying, many of them dressed in yellow and blue—the colors of UCLA—with painted faces, or shirtless guys with a bear face drawn on their bellies. Mason Lee had the letter L written all over his torso in yellow, and he had painted around it in blue; he seemed pretty drunk already because when I passed by him and his slightly slanted eyes locked onto me before he wrapped his chubby arm around me, he smelled strongly of vodka and marijuana."Hey, my favorite babe!" he shouted.I pushed—or tried to—his overweight body, but I couldn't break free from his octopus-like hug. It had taken me a bit longer to get out of the car, and Nora and Abby had already enter

!ChatGPTOn Sunday morning, I didn't get out of bed for a moment. I called Nora a couple of times —without success—, and since I didn't talk to my best friend and no one answered me, I stayed sprawled in bed. I imagined the harsh words my parents would say to me if they saw me coming down after seeing me get out of Jax's car wearing the dress my father hated. If I had seen Samay... if I had seen her, because she had gone to sleep at her stupid boyfriend's house, and they had arrived around eleven in the morning.My phone rang at exactly twelve o'clock with an unknown number, and I answered it hearing my sister's and Adam's voices in the background."Where's your sister Andra?" Adam asked. Idiot, she doesn't have any more sisters. "We need to say good morning to her.""You know she doesn't like being bothered..."No, it wasn't that I minded being spoken to, it was that he and Samay's friends were horribly unbearable. I hated them. I got out of bed dragging my feet on the hardwood floo