COLE'S POV
"Hey baby!" I say smiling, "you mind telling me where room 214 is?"
"Um-mm yo-u just wal-l-k strai-gh-t and tur-r-n left." she stutters turning red.
"Thanks beautiful." I wink and head to class. Just as I'm heading there I see a lady moving towards the place too. When she sees me she stops.
"Hello young man. What are you doing?" She asks.
"Good day ma'am". I greet. What? Just because I'm rich doesn't mean I don't have manners. "I'm Cole Danvers, the new student. I have to go to room 214 for my first class," I say explaining to her.
"Ohh right I heard about that. Ok come-on let's go." She says walking towards the room door. "I'm Mrs Smith, I teach the class you are going to now" she says opening the door.
"Alright, then," I reply.
"Ok class, sorry I'm a little late again"she smiles. The class laughs and soon she joins them. I scan the class and the people in it. I notice all the girls drooling but then one seems to catch my eyes. Her expression seemed bored and uninterested.
"Ok ok, that's enough." She says quieting down the class. "As you can see I didn't come in alone, this" she gestures to me,"is Cole Danvers. Cole why don't you tell the class something about yourself." She smiles.
"Sure Mrs Smith. I'm Cole Danvers, I come from a rich family which means I have money"I smirk. Don't judge i like to brag. Sue me. I'd prefer people knowing that so that they know I can get off with anything. "I don't have a girlfriend...yet" I wink. Someone says "God that's hot". Another one says "oh yeah he is so mine". I just smile "And I'm really glad to be here with you guys"I finish
"Ok thank you, Cole. Have a seat, you can sit next to Bradley" Mrs Smith say pointing at Bradley. I see that Bradley is in front of the chick, "Thanks Mrs S"I smile showing my teeth and taking my seat.
"Hey man," I greet my new seatmate.
"Xup dude!" He brings forward a hand and I clasp it for a shake.
"So what does Mrs Smith teach again?" I ask.
"English grammar," he replied.
"Huh! I guess it kind of suits her," I remark looking over her direction.
"Yea, I guess so too. She's the best teacher so far. I mean everyone loves her."
"Ok class, we are gonna be talking about tag questions. Does anyone know what tag questions are?" Mrs Smith asks looking around. "Anyone? So no one knows?" She sighs. "Tag questions are--". Before she could continue the bell rang signalling class over. "Well consider that your project and I expect it in three days minimum" she says sternly.
I grab my bag walking into the hall straight to my locker. Well, the lesson was ok. I mean it's not like I don't know all this stuff she's teaching. I'm not stupid! Lets talk about about my family a little.
We are four, two boys and two girls. I'm the second child with my sister Ivy being the first, she's in college now. Then we have the twins Rhett and Daisy, they're still in middle school.
My dad owns a law firm while my mum is a model. They are both very successful in what they do and they expect us to follow their part. My sis is already studying law and my parents want me to join her when I'm done but that's not for me. I'm gonna study medicine.
As I'm walking someone bumps into me and lands on the floor. I turn and see a blonde girl. She's the same one that sat behind me in English.
"Easy there sugar, don't want you breaking anything now, do we?" I say slowly reaching to help her up, flashing a smile.
"Thanks but I don't need your help getting up" she says standing and dusting herself, "seeing as you're the reason I fell down by the way" she adds tightly.
I smirk, "well love, I think you should be watching where you're headed don't you?" I ask with one brow raised. She's the one who bumped into me maybe she just wants my attention..I mean don't they all.
"No I don't!" She says as though reading my mind, "and FYI, I'm not your love." She snaps.
"Well that's what they all say, love." I say to piss her off. I let my eyes roam her body checking her out and not being subtle about it either. She has a great shape with curves in all the right places. Fuck she looks hot. Just how I like'em. My eyes stop at her boobs. That aren't too big or too small, they look just the perfect size.
I hear her clear her throat and I look into her eyes which is the brightest shade of blue I've ever seen, "..till they come begging for me."
"Am sorry to bust your little bubble or day dream.. whatever but I just want you to know something" she says inching closer to me. I breathe in her perfume. It's more like honey and strawberries "I'm not like them." She says walking away.
"We'll see" I said when she was still within earshot.
Years passed, and the seasons turned like the pages of a beloved book, each one rich with memories and laughter. Cole and I settled into married life, our days woven together with the threads of love, adventure, and shared dreams. Our home, a cozy little haven infused with art and creativity, became a reflection of our journey. Colorful paintings adorned the walls—each one telling a unique story, a snapshot of our life together. The studio where I once painted alone transformed into a shared space, bursting with the vibrant chaos of collaboration. We often spent evenings sketching ideas, laughing, and talking about everything and nothing at all, often with the scent of freshly brewed coffee hanging in the air. Our relationship, like my art, blossomed even further. We learned the beauty of patience, the power of communication, and the art of compromise. We traveled to different corners of the world—each trip an adventure filled with new sigh
[Lucy] As I met Cole at our favorite café—the place where we had spent countless hours imagining our futures—a familiar warmth enveloped us. The sunlight filtered through the café windows, casting golden rays that danced across the wooden table where we now sat, both buzzing with our achievements and exciting developments in our lives. “Can you believe how far we’ve come?” Cole mused, meeting my gaze with that softness that had become an anchor in my life. “I know,” I replied, my voice thick with emotion. “It feels surreal, and yet, it feels like the most natural progression. We’ve both chased our dreams, and look where we are now!” Cole smiled, an expression filled with admiration and quiet pride for me. “You’re incredible, Lucy. Your work is inspiring countless artists and creators. You’re leaving your mark on the world, and I couldn’t be prouder of you.” My heart fluttered at
[Lucy] Years had flown by in a blur of colors and creativity, each moment brimming with inspiration and growth. I had thrived in art school, where the seeds of my passions had blossomed into a vibrant career. My dream of becoming a known figure in the art industry had materialized, and the sketches I once created in solitude transformed into gallery exhibits that sparked conversations and ignited imaginations. From my early days of uncertainty to becoming a recognized artist, my journey had taken me through bustling art fairs, collaborative installations, and personal showcases that highlighted not just my work, but also the stories and emotions behind each piece. Through hard work and dedication, I had gained a voice in a world that valued art's power to connect us and open our minds to new perspectives. But amidst the whirlwind of my success, the familiar tug of home had grown stronger, and now, after years of living
[Lucy] With summer stretching out before me like a blank canvas, a renewed sense of purpose settled into my heart. The initial apprehension about moving so far from home faded away, replaced by a burgeoning excitement for what lay ahead. I had a chance to immerse myself in the world of art, to learn, grow, and discover parts of myself I’d never encountered before. As the days passed, I dove into preparations for my new journey. Packing was a labor of love; I selected pieces of my life that felt right to take along—my favorite sketchbooks, a few beloved novels, and a collection of photographs filled with memories of laughter, friendship, and love. Each item became a reminder of where I had come from and the bonds I intended to keep strong despite the distance that would soon separate me from my childhood home. Meanwhile, Cole continued to be my unwavering support. Every day after school, we would meet at the park, basking
[Lucy] The day of the final exams arrived, casting an air of excitement and anticipation over the entire school. It felt like the sun itself was celebrating, flooding the campus with golden rays that amplified the laughter and chatter among students. As Cole, Tamara, and I emerged from the school's main entrance, our faces beamed with joy, the last remnants of stress slipping away like morning mist. "I can't believe it's finally over!" I exclaimed, my heart racing with the liberation that came after weeks of studying and worrying. I tossed my books into my bag with an exuberance that felt almost like flying. "Best. Day. Ever!" Tamara squealed, her curls bouncing as she jumped up and down in her excitement. "I feel like we can do anything now!" Cole chuckled, his arm draped casually around my shoulders, anchoring me to solid ground amidst the swirling energy of jubilation. "I can't believe we survived, hones
[Lucy] The plan to take down Viktor wasn't straightforward. It required precision, patience, and a level of coordination that pushed our makeshift family to its limits. Tamara' and Kevin's digital investigation uncovered a complex web of connections. Corrupt cops, underground money laundering, trafficking networks—Viktor's operation was more than just a simple criminal enterprise. It was a hydra, with multiple heads that needed simultaneous attack. "We can't just go to the authorities," Tamara explained, spreading digital files across her laptop. "Half of them are on Viktor's payroll." Cole, still recovering but increasingly restless, became the strategist. His background—something he rarely discussed—proved invaluable. "We need to hit their financial infrastructure," he said, studying the maps and connection diagrams Tamara had created. I guess there's still a lot I don't know about Cole and Tamara.