LOGINKIM'S POVI sat on a bench by the girls' toilet when I noticed Alice, Lola, and Isabella had walked in. I wasnt in for another fucking drama. Why does everyone always try to keep things away from me like i dont matter? I sighed and placed a hand on my chin. I stared at the space till I realised someone was in front of me.My heart for no reason started racing like I just got out of a pool or something. I stared at the ocean blue eyes that allure me every time. I gulped and looked away. "Why so sad?" He asked. Funny that he's part Russian but doesn't have that sexy accent. "Not your fucking business," I replied. Honestly, I wish he could just sit here with me for a while, but i dont want my brother to see us together. "You're probably thinking your brother would see us....." he said, looking down to the ground like he didn't doubt that was what I was thinking. I didn't reply, but what he said next shocked me. "I have a hotel room in my Dad's hotel......1555. Will you come?" he asked.
WAYNE'S POVIt's been five days now since my mother passed away. We buried her after a day. I didn't want to keep that pain in me for so long. people I've never even met before came over giving their condolences. It made me ask if they were my mother's colleagues at work. Mrs King had woken up that day, crying after she heard the death of her childhood friend. She couldn't talk because of shock. The doctor said it'll take a while. The police are still waiting for her to recover. I don't know why. It was an accident. Raven? I haven't seen him since I left his house. I needed him more than I thought. I thought I would get over it, but I haven't. We did bury my mom in Japan. Mr King flew us all there the next morning along with Mom's corpses.We are back, of course. I don't really have anywhere to stay. The landlord gave me a week to get my things out of his house because I was still in grief. If not, he could have kicked me out on that very day I returned from Osaka.I don't know wher
WAYNE'S POV I jotted up from my sleep. I looked around me to process where I was. What kind of fucked up dream was that? I was sweating really bad that it was all over the bed. I sighed before getting off the bed. I could really go for a hot chocolate. I headed out of my room. I headed downstairs to the kitchen. I started to make hot chocolate. I took a sip. I walked out of the kitchen with a mug in my hand. My phone has been ringing for thirty minutes now. It's him and that's why I'm not fucking answering. The front door opened. Mark rushed in. "Sir..." he panicked. I furrowed my brows. "Your mother......" je trailed off. I frowned as my heart started beating. "What about my mother?" I asked. He looked around nervously. "Spill it!" I yelled as my hand trembled. "She.....she just passed away in a car accident!" He said. The mug and my phone dropped from my hand. What?I couldn't feel anything, not even the shattered mug that pierced my feet. I couldn't hear anything that Ma
WILLOW'S POV I watched as Ian walked into the park. People passed by as they watched their kids having fun on the merry-go-round. I swung my swing lightly. He sat in the swing next to me. I looked at him and giggled. "What? Thought I wouldn't be able to kill it?" He asked with a smile. He stopped. We both stared at the dark sky. The sound of frogs echoed through, followed by light flies escorting the butterflies to the bushes as they had just returned from a day filled with stress. "Why did you want to see me?" He asked. I sighed. , not like I'm gonna tell him directly. "Have you ever been in love?" I asked. He was silent for a while. He sighed. "Actually, yes. When I was eight years old. She turned out to be a pussy," he mumbled. A ball came up to us. A little boy followed after it. He took it and ran off. "Eight years old?" I asked. He nodded with a hum. I wish I had met the real world earlier. I wouldn't have been struggling to understand things, you know. "When I was
WILLOW'S POV I stared at my mother, who slowly walked into the house. Ian peeled his hands off me. He remained calm. Mom looked between the two of us. She stared at him and gulped. She's probably wondering how she was gonna talk to him. "Mom, I-" she cuts me off. "Go home, master Ian," she said. I looked at Ian. He took a step, but I held his hand. He looked at me. "See you tomorrow," he smiled. I still held his hand in mine. I looked at Mom, who was glaring at me. He grabbed my face and pulled for a light kiss. He walked off, bowing to Mom before he left. I stared at Mom and gulped. "I left you alone, and you brought Ian into my house just to kiss him?" She yelled. I sighed and looked down at the floor."We weren't doing anything," I mumbled. She chuckled unbelievably before narrowing her eyes at me. I swallowed hard. "How far have you gone with him?" she yelled. I looked away. How do I tell her? How could she know? "Willow," she called. I slowly looked up at my mom. "Have you
WILLOW'S POVI actually thought someone would notice, or Alice would say something about what she heard in the girls' room, but it seems she didn't. I had told Kim and Jenny that I was feeling sick. They bought it. I went straight to the nurse's office. I didn't let her give me drugs. I told her I wanted to go home. She said it was all right. She gave me a card called sick leave. I told my friends. Jenny was the first one to tell me to go. Kim wanted me to stay, but she knew I couldn't. If only she knew that I was on my way to see her brother. I called a cab with my transport fare. I arrived at his family's mansion. There was a thud in my chest. In a way, I feel like I shouldn't be here. I just want to know how he's doing. I walked towards the entrance. The guards let me in. I'm guessing they remember me or something. I felt lonely in this house because from the look of things, no one was here. I think I still remember his room. I decided to use the stairs since I don't know how t







