When he reached our area, he beamed at us with his pearly, white teeth before flitting his eyes back at Amanda. He was quite tall— taller than Amanda's supermodel height and his physique was masculine. He didn't look all buffed, he just looked fit.
"Amanda," he spoke, his accent was rough and his voice was deep. "Let's go?"
She glanced at us before looking back at Miguel and smiled sheepishly.
"Uh . . ." She tried to find her words, twirling some strands of hair with her finger. "I have to go, guys. Thanks a lot."
"Yeah. I'm sorry for barging on you," Miguel apologized with an innocent look on his face.
He was quite fine, and he had this angelic aura that he emanated. He seemed bright, and the way he smiled was sweet.
"No, that's alright. We're going to leave anyway, so have fun." I turned on my heels and approached my car. Emma trailed along with me after having a l
Having to wake up in the morning with my cheek throbbing from the slap I had was a nightmare. I didn't know why it was more painful than last night, but maybe because of the emotional pain I felt yesterday made my physical body numb. If that even made sense. Prominent redness had formed on my cheek, and it had Dad's hand marked on it. Layering it with concealer and foundation was the only way nobody would notice it.What happened last night had struck me tremendously. The blaze in Dad's eyes was unlike the ones he had when he learned about my pregnancy. I didn't know what caused him to be enraged, but I was guessing it was because Lindsey fed them lies. Being stuck at home, surrounded by people that did nothing but hate me, felt disabling. And having to deal with them for the rest of my life would surely be my nightmare. I guess I was doomed for this kind of living after I'd killed a child.I shook my head, pulled myself out of my thoughts
Once Melissa and her friend had gone out of the washroom, I immediately stood from the bowl and grabbed my bag from the hook. Sliding my phone inside the pocket of it, I swung the door open and stepped outside of the cubicle. I approached the mirror in front of me with a mischievous smirk tugged on my lips.Maybe I was wrong for thinking Lindsey had to do something with Melissa messing up my reputation yesterday. Nevertheless, I was still eager to destroy her. She tested me, and now she would have to deal with whatever was about to come her way. I would just laugh at her face while her world crumbled. It was one of the things I was fond of seeing: people who came for me were the ones who would be ending themselves. How pathetic.I went outside of the washroom and headed down the hallway to find my next class. Just when I was about to divert my way to the other section of the hallway, I stopped on my track when I
"Who's this?" Emma asked.The earphones were plugged in her ears as she held my phone to listen to the recording. A smirk was playing on my lips while I stared at her, and thoughts began to linger in my head.What occurred inside the washroom was so spontaneous. To be completely honest, I thought the cause of Melissa's lack of fondness towards me was because of Lindsey. I knew she was brainwashing students on changing their perception of me; my gut told me so. But having to hear Melissa's snide remarks about us made it clear that she wasn't involved in Lindsey's shenanigan. And I was worried that she might be another one who would willing to cause me more problems.As Emma unplugged the earphones from her ears, she handed the cellphone back to me and placed both her crossed hand on the table. Leaning closer, she whispered, "What are you gonna do with that?""Let's see . . ." I tapped my index finger on my
I had passed the recording on Poppy's phone, and she assured us that everything would go smoothly and we wouldn't get caught. I was keeping my fingers crossed that this whole thing wouldn't blow up or else I would be blowing up my plan on getting back at Melissa.After we conspired with Poppy against Melissa, we went back to the caféteria and continued eating our lunch meals. Emma, who seemed satisfied with what had occurred a while ago, was gri
Before this day could even come, Melissa’s parents were called in the office to discuss their daughter’s misbehavior. I overheard that she was suspended, and I knew that would happen because she was just a conniving bitch. I was glad that the school took action in this type of cause because if not, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. Emma, Poppy, and I had talked about this and I was glad for their cooperation. Poppy did her job well; the principal didn’t catch her in the office and didn’t have any suspicion of what happened. Everything was going well in my relish, I wondered what would come next.
I cupped his face, running my hand to his hair as I grasped them. Our lips were still connected and our body was pressed against each other. I could almost feel the thumping of his chest against mine, as my brassiere was full-on display. His large hands were rubbing my back from my neck down to the dimples at the bottom of my spine. My pleated, black skirt was already riding up my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his lower torso. The tension in this area was arising and the steaminess was inevitable. I could feel the sweat starting to form on my forehead and behind my neck, as it slowly dripped to my bare body. Our uncontrollable pants and stifled moans dominated the entire place, as I couldn’t help myself but relish this moment.
My heart sank when I saw the result, and I blinked a few times to see if what I was seeing was real. Turned out it was, as my mind went on a spiral. My confidence completely deflated, and my mood suddenly switched. The optimism I had before I went to school had diminished, replaced by disappointment that was too hard to accept. I didn’t know what I was going to do, as the heat started to rise through my body because of anger.This can’t be happening.Shaking my head, I skimmed through the paper even more and saw the tally of the votes. I was even more aggravated when I saw the result.
The planning I had for the party was abrupt, and it was a bit nerve-racking to be throwing a party with a lack of planning. The reason why I dared to throw a party at our house was that my parents announced