~ANDREWI've had it up to here with his rudeness. Does he really think he can just waltz over and lay a hand on me whenever he feels like it? Does he take me for one of those spineless college boys he can push around without consequence?He just smirked at me like my question was straight out of a comic book."The next time you pull a stunt like this, you'll regret it," I warned, letting him go roughly."Go get dressed—"He interrupted me, meeting my stern gaze head-on. "You won this round with your cheap tricks, and I'll give you that."He closed the distance between us in a single stride, making me realize he was just as tall as I am. It made me wonder how the little baby I held in my arms not too long ago grew up to be this fearless and challenging.He placed his hands on my shoulders, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "I knew you kept me locked in here all night to ruin my plans with her. Let me ask you something, Andrew. Do you love Allison?"His disrespect stirred anger withi
~ALLISONPainting has always been my go-to activity whenever my day starts off dull or when everything seems to bore me.I can't really put into words what painting makes me feel. It's like the moment I sit before my board and pick up my brush, my boredom fades bit by bit as I let my brush roam freely, reflecting whatever is on my mind.Sometimes, I have nothing in mind and just move my brush absentmindedly on the board.Surprisingly, these paintings I create out of sheer boredom often gain more admiration than the ones I make when I'm in high spirits.Mrs. Ann, my art tutor, often calls them my masterpieces, but I totally disagree. They're just candid paintings without any clear or relatable meaning in each stroke of the pencil or touch of color.Nonetheless, everyone appreciates art differently. I guess Mrs. Ann's perspective on creativity is a bit odd.As much as I get really creative when bored, I can't say the same for this moment.Right now, I'm sitting before my board, making a
~ALLISON The sight of Landon filled me with relief, not just because he had fed off Jason's grip, but because I had finally laid eyes on him after four long days!"Jeez, Allison. Why are you so excited about something as lame as seeing him?"I'd never loved the sight of him before… something was definitely wrong with me… this is not me. I could feel it.I toned down the smile that threatened to break out on my face and shifted my gaze to Jason. He was still on the floor, unmoving, causing fear to grip me as I stared back at Landon.“I only gave him a temporary sleep. He will be up on his feet within minutes if he's strong enough.”Strong enough?My brows arched in confusion as I eyed him suspiciously. “Please tell me he is fine and stop with your taunts.”He flashed a grin, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder. “Maybe, maybe not—”I cut him off, feeling scared to the core. “What do you mean, maybe? If anything happens to Jason, you’ll be to blame. I bet some cameras caught y
~ALLISONThe cafeteria wasn't too crowded, thankfully, so finding a seat was a breeze. Otherwise, we might've been left standing or even skipped lunch altogether. But let's be real, who could survive the day without munching on the school's delicious hotdogs?Personally, I'd love to have a bucket of Crestview's hotdogs in my grave when I die. It's that good.As we settled into our seats after ordering, Lydia casually mentioned, "Just a short vacation to France."But her flushed cheeks and the excitement sparkling in her blue eyes hinted at something more. Definitely not as simple as she claimed.I shot her a look, silently urging her to spill every detail, just as the waiter brought our orders to the table.As the waiter finished settling our orders, I gave her a nod of thanks and dug into my hotdog, taking a generous bite while Lydia started talking.With a wide grin, she blurted out, "I hooked up with a few French guys..."Her words caught me off guard, and I ended up coughing out m
~ALLISONApproaching the steps from inside the room snapped me out of my thoughts, and I quickly dashed behind a nearby pillar, shielding myself as a group of boys poured out.Peering around, I couldn't spot Landon among them, making me wonder if he was even in the locker room. Maybe he had gone home or somewhere else.Well, checking it out wouldn't hurt, as long as I didn't get caught.I moved away from the pillar towards the door, took a deep breath, then pushed it slightly. Making sure no one was in sight, I peeked in first before pushing the door wider.The large room was deserted as I stepped in. My nose wrinkled in disgust as I took in the sight of dirty jerseys and boots strewn across the floor.Jeez,"Is that undies?!""Boys can be really dirty sometimes..." A crack sounded from behind, snapping me out of my thoughts. I spun on my heels, my face instantly flushing red as I beheld Landon's half-naked form—he was only wearing shorts."What are you doing here?" he asked, not both
~ALLISON"Miss Allison Westwood," Mister Jacob muttered, peering up from the stack of papers in his hands, his brows sternly creased as he continued, "Your records contradict your claims. There have been complaints from some students about your abusive behavior.""With all due respect, sir, those complaints are not true. I'm the victim here!" I calmly retorted, though inside, I was seething with anger.He glared at my response. "Then can you explain what you did to Mister Landon Smith?" he asked, shifting my attention to the jerk face sitting across from me.He had an ice pack on his swollen nose—If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under from the way he was staring at me. Like he could pounce on me any second and rip me into pieces.Unfortunately, he can't rip my head off in here. Well, maybe he could but definitely not in the presence of the disciplinarian. However, before he dares make such an attempt, I did make sure to fuck up more of his features.I'm not a bully, unlike what my
~ALLISONI held my gaze with his forest green eyes, debating whether to tell him the whole truth. The whole truth in the sense that there were actually two people bullying me, a couple, rather. I admired the fierceness in his eyes, his willingness to fight for me, but... I didn't want him to, especially with Landon involved.Revealing Landon's harassment would be like setting two beasts against each other. Though Landon wasn't as aggressive as Jason from what I had seen, what if he got hurt, or worse, Landon? And if the disciplinarian stepped in, we would both get rusticated, no doubt.I took a deep breath.“It's nothing—”"Is it Kate?" He interrupted.How did he know about that? I guess my expression gave it away, as he answered, “I saw the way you were glaring at her earlier."“Fine, you've got me.”His jaw tightened. “Stay right here. I'm gonna teach that witch a lesson," he said, turning to leave, but I grabbed his arm before he could take a step.Damn, his arm is so thick. My han
~ALLISONLeaning on the dinner table, I crossed my arms on my chest. My brows furrowed as I watched my mom pace back and forth in the sitting room, talking on the phone with Mister Jacob.It was no surprise that the sellout disciplinarian had kept his word. He had finally given me the 'Hard Time' he promised. But his decision didn't affect me as much as it seemed to bother my mom. She was furious, really mad.Occasionally, she would glance in my direction and shoot me a glare. I wondered what version of lies Mister Jacob was telling her about my behavior at school.Argh.Her pacing was making me dizzy. I took a break and turned to the dining table, which was loaded with lavish dishes. Mom and I didn't usually eat much, so I was confused about the feast. But that didn't stop me from reaching for a pancake.“Don’t touch that!” Mom's voice startled me from behind."I'm hungry!” I protested, quickly taking a bite before she could stop me. She didn't, but the glare in her eyes made it hard