LOGINRIVER
I am sitting alone, munching on my chicken, when I see a familiar figure pass by me. I don't know where I know her from, but it is etched in my memory.
"River?" The voice comes out, and I recognise it at once. I look up at the girl as she slides into the seat in front of me, and her face forms in my head. "You came here? I swore you were going to go to Harvard or maybe Oxford; I never thought that Adlerbridge would be your choice. Her eyes are twinkling with excitement.
"Same here, Lana." Lana was a classmate at my high school, and we did not really talk; it was a surprise to see her here. I never imagined she’d make it to Adlerbridge. Not because I thought she wasn’t smart, but more because I never paid attention.
"Oh my goodness, what are you in for?"
"Pharmacy," I murmur, wishing she would leave me alone.
"Same," she shrieks as if she had gotten big news. "We can be study buddies," she adds with excitement. I am not sure if I need a study buddy, but I am hoping that would be enough to get her off my back. I did not know she was smart enough to get
"So where are you staying?" she proceeds to ask when I stay silent, staring at her.
"Manson's Apartment," I respond, and she nods.
"Well, I took one of the campus accommodations," she replies, and right now I wish I had taken the accommodation on campus. There must have been no way that I would get entangled with a boy. The only problem I had with that was no privacy; I'd have to be in the face of my roommate all the time, and I was not sure if I was ready for that.
"That is good," I said, nodding silently, hoping and praying she had company and would leave me alone. "I am so glad to see a familiar face; I hope we can get along."
"Me too," I say, trying to be sarcastic, but it was almost as if she did not get it, or maybe she wanted to pretend as if she did not care.
"I would be going in tomorrow to get all of my courses registered. Should we meet up?" I wanted to tell her that I had done it or that I did not want to do it yet, but I knew she would see right through my lie, and I would be at the department tomorrow.
"Sure," I say with a nod, and she claps too happily.
"Let me get your number." She takes out her phone from the little purse hanging on her shoulder that I had not realised until now. "Here," she turns the phone to me, and I look up and begging to disappear. I take it and begin to punch in the number.
"River," she says as she saves the number and gives me a call. "Save mine too, and I will see you tomorrow."
I almost say thank you when she stands up and walks away with a wave. I stayed there until I finished my meal and decided to walk back to the house just in case Taylor still had the girl over.
My phone rings, and it's my dad. I had thought that by the time I was speaking to him this evening, the roommate situation would have been a story we could both laugh at, but now I couldn't bring myself to tell him. I did not even know how he was going to react. I had never had a boyfriend all through high school, and he never brought up the topic. I had to steer clear of mentioning Taylor until I was sure what his reaction was going to be.
"Kiddo," he sounded too happy. Maybe he had been drinking. Knowing that I had been so eager to come to school and leave him all by himself broke my heart. I just wanted to come here because my mom had come here, and this was the only piece of my life I could use to get closer to her.
"How are you enjoying the experience?" He had been so adamant that a university was an experience and I should not waste it. I just wanted to be a pharmacist like my mom and see why she enjoyed the course so much.
"Fine," I lie because nothing about today has been fine. Everything seemed to be crumbling all on its own, and I wanted just a little bit of control.
"I want you to have a good time."
"And I am having a good time." One lie, and now an entire portal is open. I know it's only more lies from here, but I promise to make it all right soon. "Dad, are you drinking?" I ask because I can't shake off the feeling from my mind.
"I just had a few with Mr..."
"Come on, Dad, you drank last night, and you are there to drink again? Do you want to relapse and become an addict again?"
"River, I have told you times without number that I am the parent and you are..."
"The child, I know, but you can't be drinking, and you know it," I say. If I had been right by his side, then he would not have been able to sneak away and have a drink.
"I can take care of myself; you don't have to worry," he adds, and I have to trust him. "How is your roommate?" He asks, and even though I know it's his effort to try and change the topic, I can't help but feel guilty that I was about to hide a big secret from him.
"She's fine," I say, hoping he would not catch me in my lie. "The same Taylor DeLuca," I add nervously.
"I know you have better things to do, and I just wanted to hear from you, so take care of yourself, and I will talk to you later."
"Bye, Dad."
"Bye, kiddo." The line drops dead at once, and I stand on the pavement considering my life. What could I do to remedy this situation so I stop lying to my father? I walk a few more miles and stop right in front of the door. The motorcycle out front is neatly parked, and I roll my eyes.
Of course, he is one of those who would ride something like that. I open the door and enter the house, and I am relieved to find that the blind girl from earlier is gone.
"Sweetheart, you are back!" I stare at him in annoyance; of course he is shirtless.
Hello, Dearest Reader,
I want to be accountable and upload this book as many times as I should, but for the next fourteen days, I will be busy with an important project and program. So that I do not have to overburden myself with work, I ask that you accept one chapter a day for the next fourteen days, and then I will make it up to you as much as I can.
River is lying to her dad. She’s stuck with a smirking, tattooed bad boy. And now there’s a clingy classmate trying to schedule her downfall via “study dates.” If this isn’t a slow descent into emotional chaos, I don’t know what is COMMENT BELOW: Would you tell your dad the truth? Is Lana harmless or about to ruin everything? And most importantly… do you secretly like it when Taylor calls her sweetheart? Don’t just scroll past. Say something. Before Taylor gives you a nickname. Love, Your emotionally unhinged but still chicken-munching author, Zera
RIVERRiding Taylor’s motorbike, which I was sure was a death trap, had now become a new normal for me. He brought it one night, claiming it was faster and he wanted to get me home in time, so I didn't miss my morning classes. Since I had no other option, I hopped on and held on too tightly to him. Since then, he'd bring the motorcycle and shrug. “To get you home faster.” I didn't mind riding on it anymore. Most nights, I was too tired to even try to make sense of the ornery one back home, and I was trying my best not to fall asleep on the bike. Taylor was too intentional about keeping the romance alive. He'd swing by once a day to just say hi and then hand me something to eat. And every time we got the chance to, he would order something sweet and make me eat it on the floor. “We are having floor dates,” he would declare when we ate from takeout boxes as he memorised his lines and I tried to understand all the jargon. Aunt G was occasionally checking in on me. She sent a few buck
RIVER“Sorry, your card has been declined.” My head goes up too quickly to meet the eyes of the cashier at the bookshop. There is a line behind me, and that statement from him is enough to start gossip. “If she can’t afford it, why is she holding up the line?” “Oh gosh, I hate poor people.” I murmured an apology to the cashier, who threw me a sorry expression. I returned the books to the shelves and made my way out of the store. The eyes of the people on the line follow me as I walk out with my head hung as low as it could get.My father had always known that I didn't have useless expenses and saved money as much as I could, so why would he cut me off so easily?I couldn't believe my father had been so quick to cut me off without thinking twice about it. How was I supposed to survive in school without any money? I had not expected him to act this fast. I tried a few places on campus that might need a part-time student, but with my pharmacy schedule and the hours I'd have to work,
RIVERThe room that carried his voice dropped silent. The kind you can cut through with a butter knife. This was not how I expected anything to go. I had a perfect plan in my head. The only problem now was that everyone refused to go along with the role I had for them. Taylor moved quickly and pulled me in. As soon as my body touched his and his scent filled my nose, tears dropped down my face, and my body began shaking so uncontrollably that I was not sure if I would be able to stop crying. His hands wrapped around me as he swayed me from side to side. Finally, the tears dried, and he pulled away, guiding me to the living room couch. He brought a glass of water, and I tried to smile, but I was sure I was failing too well. “Here,” he murmured as I took the cup from him. Sipping on it and then realising how thirsty I was. “I think the relationship between my father and me is now successfully ruined. I have managed to do the words….” Tears began to flow down my face as I spoke. The
RIVERI couldn't sleep that night; my mind kept on wandering to my father. I had promised him that he could trust me, and now I was lying again. I opened the door and slipped out, trying my best not to wake my dad and Aunt G. I tiptoed to the kitchen, determined to work my mind to tiredness so I could fall asleep quicker. I open the fridge and begin to reorganise, wiping down every surface with a wet rag. It had been a while; I had to try out my mind and body so I could fall asleep. A door creaked open; I froze at the sound. I turned to see Taylor holding the face of his phone. I guess I was not as quiet as I thought I was being. He hurried to me as soon as our eyes met. “Sweetheart? What are you doing here?” He asked, setting down his phone and pulling me to him. “Organising the fridge” “Because you have something on your mind?” “No, I don’t…” “I know you, River; you are hiding something from me. Remember, we said no secrets whatsoever. Whatever it is, we can get through it to
RIVERI should be happy this was what I wanted, but that email sitting in my phone with a timer was nerve-wracking. Everything seemed to be going so perfectly and now it felt like I was tossed in a torturous abyss. Why I thought it was going to be extreme torture to live with Taylor: I had filed for a change of room or roommate too many times and now that I was getting used to being in his space, I had to decide on staying here. What if the accommodations office thinks I am being ridiculous? If I told my father about this, he would say this was God in action and ask me to move at once. If I told Taylor I feared that the victory I had would be short-lived. The ride to the restaurant was unusually quiet, but I liked it that way. It gave me time to think over what I should be doing now. “So this is where students like you have dates?” Aunt G wiggled her eyebrows as we sat at our assigned dates. Taylor, who was sipping on his water, began coughing, drops of water sputtering from his
RIVER“We will talk about this with clear eyes in the morning,” Dad declared. Taylor went into his room and he told Gianna to keep a close eye on me. “Act like her aunt and not a friend.” I tossed and turned all night. He was not easy to let go of things like that. I knew he would most likely bring it up or try to reason with me. It was the first time I confessed to not wanting pharmacy. I had never even thought of what I might want because, as far back as I could remember, I had been training to become a pharmacist just like my mom. “Your mom would love it.” I had been craving the love of my mother for so long. I never knew her yet I wanted her to love. “You know your mom would have loved you regardless of what you studied,” Aunt G said so suddenly, as if she had been reading my mind. I turned to her; her head was flat on the pillow as she faced the ceiling. Her eyes shut tightly as her fingers lay over the blanket. “Do you think so?”“I know so,” she nodded. “I know she would







