Se connecterHenry's POV “Honestly, having you here has been the best thing this school has ever had, Mr Gareth.” Principal Nowell said with a smile.I smiled back.“I'm really glad to hear that, Principal Nowell.”“That reminds me, when's the play you and Rosie are working on coming to life?”I pursed my lips.“Uhh… I don't know if we're still going to continue with it because of Rosie's exams coming up—”“Oh my, that's true.” Principal Nowell hummed, “but I must say it was quite splendid.”Her face fell into a slight frown.“Although I must say the slap part felt too real for a play, but I guess that's what makes it all the more beautiful.”I nodded in agreement.“Well… I guess I should take my leave now.” She stood up and I did too.“It was really nice talking with you, Mr Gareth.” she said, with an outstretched arm.“Likewise, Principal Nowell.” I replied, taking her hand in mine.She turned towards the door then paused.“Have Rosie make out time so you both can get into that play, okay? Her
“Goodbye, Mr Gareth.”“Bye, Miss Nowell. Don't forget to tell your mother I've sent the files, okay?”“Roger, Mr Gareth.” Ria mock-saluted before walking out of the classroom.Lena walked forward and placed her test sheet on his desk.“Miss Duncan, I believe you'll do exceptionally well as usual.”Lena smirked.“I'm always that good.”Henry chuckled just as she walked away.I stepped forward, placing my test sheet.“Miss…” Henry's gaze drifted to mine. “Alphonse.”His eyes held mine and at that moment—I forgot to breathe.His dark blue eyes looked tired.Large bags lay underneath, and his hair looked a bit unkept than usual.“Rosie…”I adjusted my bag on my shoulder.“People would start wondering why you're taking too long marking my script, Henry.” I groaned.His lips pressed into a thin line, but he did as I said anyway.I stepped out of the classroom.“Christ, Rosie. Don't you think you've held out for too long?” Lena asked, falling into step with me as we headed to our next class
My eyes snapped open to the feel of fingers brushing against my lips.I pulled away immediately.“What are you doing in my room?” I asked, fixing my glare on Henry.He exhaled heavily.“The cut on your lip.” He said.“Get out.” I bit out.“Look, Rosie. I'm not here to ask you to listen—neither am I here to try and lessen your hate for me. I'm just here to treat you, that's all.”“Well I don't want that either!”He glared at me.“Your mother isn't around, so I don't have any qualms about making sure you stay still.”“What—”“We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”“Fuck you.”He dove for me.I screeched, rushing up from my bed but his hands clasped around my waist.“Let go of me!”He took a seat on my bed, with me in his lap. His left hand pinned my arms behind my back keeping them in place.I glared at him.“Keep your head still.”“Fuck you—”He shifted me closer.My cheeks burned hot as my pussy came in contact with his erect cock.Jesus Christ.He didn't seem to mind though.H
The sound of spoons clanking against ceramic plates filled the quiet room.I glanced at Henry.He still hadn't touched his food.Too bad, I was almost done with mine.Fucking Saturday.Today was definitely going to be boring.“Okay!” The sound of hands banging the table drew my gaze to mum.“Who’s ready to tell me what the hell is going on?” Mum asked, eyes moving from me to Henry.No response.“Will someone speak the fuck up!” She screamed.“It's nothing.” Henry bit out.Mum scoffed in disbelief.“Nothing? Ever since I came back you've both been acting like strangers. No teasing, no bickering, no fighting—”“Wasn’t that what you wanted?” I piqued in.“Peace and quiet.”She turned to me sharply.“I don't want goddamn zombies in my bloody home!”Silence.I swallowed the food in my mouth and stood up.“Where do you think you're going?” Mum asked.I raised a brow.“To my room.”She squinted in annoyance.“None of you are going anywhere till we get to the bottom of this matter, okay?”I r
Henry's POV Three weeks.Three fucking weeks of no communication or touching.As selfish as it sounded, even after pushing her away countless times. I couldn't hide the fact that I missed her.Bad.The teasing.The banters.The bickering.This wasn't like the usual fights we had, or the usual push and pull that'd end with us kissing and making up after a few hours or days at most.Rosie was serious about not wanting anything to do with me and she made that clear.At school, she wouldn't look my way, let alone talk to me.At home, we were like two strangers.She holed up in her bedroom every single day.It felt like every hope of trying came to a complete stop as soon as Denise came back.Everything became easier to hold out and harder to make up.Most days I found myself leaning against her door, listening to the soft blues that echoed from her room.And today was one of those days, only I was here to call her in for dinner as Denise asked me to.A loud groan drifted into my ears, fol
My feet carried me out of the room quickly.“Rosie.”Tears stung my lids, blurring my vision.I lowered my head, hands fisted by my sides.Keep it in, Rosie.“Please, Rosie. Just stop and talk to me.” Henry called after me.I wasn't sure where I was going, all I wanted was to get out.Disappear.“Miss Alphonse.” The change of name made me understand we were in the midst of students.I weaved past a few students in a stumbling mess.Occasionally bumping into some people.“Miss Alphonse.”Before his hands could reach mine, I pulled away. The next thing that followed was a resounding—Slap.My palm stung.The loud chatters in the hallway died instantly.Everyone stared in shock.Henry's jaw ticked lightly as he balled his fingers into fists.My lips quivered.I walked up to him, lowering my voice to a deadly octave.“I swear to God, Henry.” I said, voice hard.“You will rue the day you met me the next time you touch me.”I spun around, noticing how the crowd parted as I walked towards t







