I didn't attend school for one week for I was letting my wound heal. William called me that night, and he was so frantic because I left the hospital. So I told him that there were people who were trying to kill me, so he hired me a nurse who cleansed my wound every day.
While I was staying here for a few days, I was clearing my mind from all the tragedies that occurred lately. I convinced myself that I needed to be strong and that I could go through this alone without my family's help. It was hard to accept the facts, and I would just look like a coward if I continued to decline it. Although I wasn't sure if Dad was still alive, I changed my belief that he was. Because believing in something uncertain would cause me more pain, than not believing with nothing to expect. It hurt when you couldn't do anything about it, but all I got to do was to be strong. I wasn't Araulla Jones anymore because I was so tired of weeping, this was me now: Lala Preston.
Disclaimer: This chapter is dialogue-heavy. So if the descriptions aren't on point, I'm sorry I'll edit it soon.~*~I couldn't believe it. Kourtney Devaraux knew what I was doing. What was she trying to imply? Shit. This couldn't be happening. I was already dealing with so much shits along with my father's loss. I was still grieving and another catastrophe was happening too soon. Why did the world hate me this much?Before I could smash her phone on the floor, Kourtney snatched it out of my hands and slid it inside her pocket. She smirked evilly while I stood in front of her, mouth gaped. I shot her a glare and my heart was tumbling fast it could fall out of my chest."You're scared, aren't you?" she asked, her eyebrows raised in amusement. I gritted my teeth and clenched my hands tightly."I'm not," I denied. My face was ster
What was Catherine Houston doing in my doorstep?"Uhmm come in," I awkwardly said, opening the door wider as she walked past by me.To be honest, I kind of feel embarrassed about the trash that was scattered in this room. My apartment looked like someone robbed it like literally, everything was disorganized.I watched as Catherine examined the place. Her eyes wandered around the area as if confused about the mess in my apartment. I gently closed the door behind me and heaved a sigh."So, what brought you here?" I asked apathetically, moving beside the door to pick up my bent rack."You surely don't recognize me?" she asked confused with a grin on her face.I moved beside the rack and crouched to the pile of crumpled papers laying on the ground."I recognize you, Miss FBI. You tried to kill me, remember?" I raised my eyebrows, without taking a glance at her
The bell rang in the Psychology class and I gathered my things on the table. I picked up my books and brought them closer to my chest before going down the aisle of the room."Miss Preston," Sir Richards called, pondering on his desk.I turned to him, confusion drawn across my face as I moved in front of him. The strap of my sling bag was falling down from my shoulder, as I quickly pulled it up with a sheepish smile."Yes, sir?" I asked, apathetic."Look, Miss Preston, I don't mean to judge you, but Caleb Heory told me you haven't been teaching him. He was failing badly in my class, you should take responsibility," he said.My lips parted and my eyebrows began to furrow."I'm in no right to disrespect you but first of all, you didn't ask for my approval in this. Second, if Caley is failing your class, it isn't my responsibility. It just meant that your teaching wa
Disclaimer: Please brace yourself for this chapter and bear with me. The truth will start to unravel, and I just wanted to warn you guys about the confusion that'll occur.~*~Hansel was insane. How could he just pop up in my school and expected that no one would recognize him? It was a foolish idea, he shouldn't be here.I gripped the strap of my sling bag and looked at Hansel. His hands were tucked inside the pocket of his jeans, looking down at me. I couldn't see his eyes because of his tinted sunglasses, making me frown in confusion. When he shook his head, he motioned me to go inside his car.I hesitantly complied as he also got in and settled on his leather chair. When I shut the door close beside me, I turned my gaze to him."What are you doing here?" I asked, stoic.He removed his sunglasses and drifted his hazel e
The sunlight striking my face caused me to open my eyes and scrunched my nose. It peeked through the open window, just beside the bed I was laying on. I started to roam my eyes around the place I was in, blue-painted and neatly decorated walls. I managed to sit upright from laying down, my head felt heavy, causing me to catch the weight of my head on my palm.I wasn't quite sure if I'd been here before, so I started to look around the place. There was a computer desk placed on the left side of the room, decorated with a pencil stand and some picture frames. There was also a football ball placed beside the basket of clothes near the white plain door. A wooden bookshelf hung above the television in front of the bed I was laying on. The room was neat, and the area smelled like a lit scented candle.Then the memory of last night flashed in my head, and my hangover was taking over my body. My forearms ached, maybe because I slept in the wrong p
I was walking down the hallway to exit the school. After lunch, we were told to stay for the sports competition that would happen later at the gymnasium. But I wasn't really feeling the urge to watch since I got so many things to do, and I promised myself to clean my apartment. It wasn't a requirement also, so if I went home, they couldn't do anything about it.I walked down the staircase outside of the school's entryway and traipsed down the slabbed pathway. The sun hit the surface of my skin with its burning rays, as the heat started to form on my pale complexion. I diverted my way to the other exit beside the main parking lot, so the large hovering trees could cover the sun from striking my skin. Was it preventing me from going home?I walked through the parking lot shaded with trees as the dried leaves fall off of it. I continued my way, looking straight ahead at the other ends of the lot when I saw Miguel, walking towards my
"Dude, where's Lindsey?" Mason asked curiously, his eyes were fixated to Kourtney."Why are you asking me that?" Daniel irritatedly responded.So I was guessing, Lindsey was supposed to be in the volleyball team, and then Kourtney sabotaged that. How predictable."Kourtney said that his pretty little sister went out with Nicholas because he's leaving tomorrow," Emma spoke, her gaze still glued to her phone as she scrolled down with her thumb. "And they need a back-up athlete because Lindsey bailed out the last minute." She rolled her eyes to us, sliding his phone inside her pocket. It seemed like Kourtney texted her the entire conflict.Then the three of us looked at Daniel. His jaw tightened, his ocean-blue eyes showed nothing but void. It must be really tough for him to accept their breakup, especially when his ex-girlfriend cared more about Nick.Mason's large hand ran on Daniel's back
I knew who I wanted to go with, but I didn't understand why these people suddenly offered to give me a lift. I could take a bus instead, so I wouldn't be pressured to decide.When I darted my eyes to Miguel, he was staring back and forth to Daniel and me as if confused. His eyebrows were raised, and his lips were drawn to a thin line. Then Kourtney and I exchanged looks, but she just wiggled her eyebrows convincingly. I knew she wanted me to hop in Daniel's Harley, and I detested being close to him.Heaving a sigh of frustration, my feet led me closer to his motorcycle. I took a glance at Kourtney and back at Miguel who seemed disappointed. I gave him a half-smile, hating my sudden decision."Yo Kourtney, aren't we gonna leave yet?" Emma called out, shaking all of us from the utter silence."We all should probably head home," Kourtney said with finality. "See you tomorrow." She tugged her lips into a smirk