Zayne's viewpointBitterness, rage, so much rage targeted at one soul. It had been a while since I boiled with jealousy, especially at this magnitude. The way she smiled playfully at him, the way she rolled her eyes when he spoke but still harbored that glow in her eyes. Everything was annoying. It was just like then, always him, never me.I quietly watched them. He was talking nonstop about their childhood, rubbing it in my face that he knew her more than I did. Why can't he just stick to the other friend who's in love with him? Why must it be mine? Why? Why does he always have to be the better choice for her? He was athletic, a muscle man like she would want. Why can't she see me when he's around?I puffed out, rolling my eyes around at the lame joke he made, but she still laughed. They all laughed. "Neo, you are an idiot," Odette said with a faltering smile."Odette, you are a mole,""Chew fart, dickhead,""Fart can't be chewed, cum brain,""Of course, it can! If it can't, why did
Larissa's viewpointI stretched on the tip of my toes, bending my body backward with a yawn. School for the day was finally over. All I had to do was wait for Zayne in his car for another lesson. He disappeared before the lunch period ended, and since then, he has been nowhere in sight. The noise we caused must have chased him away and probably gave him a headache. If I remember correctly, he hates the noisy atmosphere and can't tolerate people surrounding him. I honestly forgot he was there.I grabbed my schoolbag, shoved my book into it, and flung the strap over my shoulder. "Justice," oh what now? I forced a smile on my face, turning my attention to the teacher packing up his books. "Where is Zayne?" Did I forget to mention it was Mr. Ayton? I successfully avoided him throughout the lessons, but he was persistent in getting words out of my mouth."I don't know, haven't seen him since lunch,""And why won't you know? Are you not his partner?""Like you said, partner, not second skin
Larissa's viewpoint"Larissa!" Jewels shrieked excitedly from the balcony on the third floor. She waved her hand as she shrieked, the other hand holding onto the railing. "You're back!" I smiled, raised my hand, and waved back. Jewels giggled and ran inside, obviously to run downstairs. I smiled one more time before entering the house.Immediately I walked into the living room, I was tackled by a small squealing body. It took me a few staggering steps back before I could stop myself from crashing on the ground. For a four-year-old, Rihanna sure had supernatural strength. Her bubbling energy was severely intense, too much for the little darling to carry around. Yet, she worked it perfectly. "Risa, Risa! I got an A in my oral test!""Wow, really?" I asked with wide eyes. "You got an A? That's so cool!""Mm mm," she nodded, squeezing my legs even harder. "Do you want to hear how great I was?" I nodded, bending down to carry her. Rihanna subconsciously raised her hands as she began to rav
Zayne's viewpointIt's stupid to overthink, that's one of my many mottos of life. I never overthink things, and never needed to because I always figure it out. However, just like the rest, Larissa was giving me a reason to. What was I pondering on? How jealous I became in school just because she was with him. How unreasonable I was becoming just because of her. I almost threw away my years of discipline and planning for someone who didn't see me as anything other than maybe not a friend. I left school because of her.I stayed in my room, my headphones covering every sound from invading my thoughts. I had to give it a thorough thought and calculate the risks of following this feeling, the consequences, the disadvantages, and the advantages. Then I spent time trying to point out every reason why she would be in love with him, why she wouldn't want to ever accept it, how she was avoiding it, and then the reasons why she might not be in love with him like I assume. The possibility of her
Larissa's viewpointI stared at Zayne, trying to stop myself from smiling. He had a thoughtful expression on his face. I could see the wheel in his head turning. He was trying to figure out if what I said was true. I knew he'd figure it out quickly.I didn't know how to speak German. I wasn't like Odette who—surprisingly—is good at learning different languages. The only language I could speak aside from English was Indonesian, and that is because my mother was originally Indonesian/Korean, but was born in Boston. She was fluent in both languages and tried to teach me, but I could only ever learn Indonesian. I was able to understand Korean but when I tried to speak it, I made a mess. I wasn't linguistic like Tristan or Odette.The corner of Zayne's lips tilted upward. He spread his hand out and came closer for a hug. Oh, come to Mama, baby!I happily welcomed his hug. "You're lying. You can't speak German,""Busted," I laughed."I'm sleepy," he complained. I looked at Lavender over his
Larissa's viewpointA mental smirk appeared in my mind. I unzipped my bomber jacket and peeled it off my body. I still had my ringed hem tube top, but it was more than enough. I knew he didn't find me attractive, but it made me feel comfortable enough to spend the next few hours with him. He'll probably get better and never come close to me again, but it would be worth it."Alright, scooch over," I said, innocently biting on my bottom lip. He had a rather calm smile on his face, almost like what I expected of him. I mean, what was I expecting? That he would give my body a once-over? Fat chance.I rested my back on the headboard, but before I could usher him to rest his head on my thighs, he already did. I took in a sharp breath, holding it in as he settled his hands around my waist and his head far too close to my inner thighs. "Comfortable?" I squeaked, clearing my throat at the end."Yes, thank you. Now, shh." I silently ran the tip of my fingers into his hair, cautiously, as if one
Larissa's viewpointI stretched on the tip of my toes as I walked into the living room, yawning loudly with my body slightly bent backward. Immediately I shut the door, I was tackled against it, my back slamming on the door with a little squeak leaving my lips. The cold hands around my waist already told me who it was. I groaned, looking down at him with a bit of surprise on my face. Tristan had his face buried between my breasts, whimpering words into it and squeezing the life out of me.I placed my hands on his arms, pushing them a little to loosen his hold on me. "Tristan, is everything alright?" He shook his head, tickling me by the movement of his head in my breasts. "Do you want to talk about it?" He pushed his face back a little, his chin carefully placed on my breasts. His eyes were wet with tears and sadness."I'm sorry," he whined, "I was so busy staring at the TV to notice how sad you were. I let you down, I'm such a horrible person," Okay, so, he was in little sister mode.
Larissa's viewpointI jogged back into the clean living room. I walked up to the sofa and flopped down next to Starliss who had a bowl of chicken nuggets on her lap. Without waiting for permission, I picked one nugget out with my index and middle fingers. "So, what exactly are you guys doing here? Not that you don't usually come here but—""Save it, Risa. You are all going to help me with my party. I need great ideas, people!""Easy, Neo, we've got you," Starliss laughed with a mouth full of chicken nuggets. I popped the chicken into my mouth, staring at him to begin the meeting with his suggestions."Well, I was considering throwing the party I did last semester—""Neo, that's lame. You can't throw the same wild party, that sucks," I protested."And you remember what happened last time? We can't throw that kind of dangerous party ever again, or we are grounded for life. Let's think of something less deadly, loud and—""Bah! What's a few dead bodies for a little fun," Odette chimed in