I picked up the book from the bed; my grip tightened on the hardcover as I reread the message.YOU WILL NEVER WIN HIS HEART, I ASSURE YOU, BECAUSE HE WILL SEE YOU AS A SLUT. WATCH AND SEE.A threat it is. Her tone was obviously aggressive and condescending; it swirled with so much confidence as if she had control over my fate.Whatever she was planning, I had a clue; hopefully, I could prepare myself for the worst. Her intentions were painfully clear now that she had given me a hint. She is after my relationship with Mr. Clinton, and one thing that keeps bugging me is the question of why.Why does she want to interfere with my quest for his heart?What will she gain by doing all of this?She expects me to shake in my boots because it seems that was the essence of the message she left behind. I glanced at my door, my anger crawling to the surface. I very much wanted to go back there and confront her, but I reminded myself it was no use. I needed to tread carefully and not foolishly.I
My face morphed into a deep frown mirroring the anger bubbling inside me. My chest stiffened as my heart did the thing it could do best—pounding and slamming my fear in my face. An intense battle brewed within me, one I couldn't quite escape nor find a weapon for defense.Why can't I beat her at her own game? I guess I am not the cunning type, but at least I should have some manipulative skills. It might help in situations like these. I couldn't fight back now that I had the chance alone with Mr. Clinton to narrate the battle going on; she had appeared out of nowhere to make sure she remained on the winning streak."Thanks, Erin, that is very thoughtful of you," Mr. Clinton approved with a soft smile, taking the mug from her."It's nothing, Mr. Clinton," Erin cooed, turning to me as she stretched out the other mug to me. "Take it, it's cinnamon tea."I hesitated, peering into the tea, my expression a mix of anger and suspicion. Finally, I took it, placing the mug on the floor. "Thanks
The warm air was replaced by the cool water, enveloping me like a vice. I felt the rush of water past my ears, and my stomach lurched as I fell deeper.Flapping my arms and feet, I pulled myself to the surface, my eyes shooting daggers at her."ERIN!" I yelled fiercely, my heart pulsating under the cold water. I squinted from the flakes of water clouding my vision; my hand swept across my face, wiping the droplets of water clinging to my skin.Erin was across the pool at the corner, sniggering—the sound cruel and ear-piercing like a Disney villain. Her shoulders shook uncontrollably with mirth as she found pleasure in my reaction."You bitch!" I yelled louder, my body trembling with anger, my breathing ragged. "You are a psycho.""I've been told that..." she waved casually, leaning on the wall, a mischievous smirk curling her lips.Huffing, I swam to the edge of the pool, attempting to climb onto the tile, but my legs felt weak, and I fell back into the water.When she noticed my stru
"Erin! ERIN!" I shrieked, my voice shrill and fierce with fury. I darted across the corridor and hastened down the stairs, scanning the room frantically for the culprit, but she was nowhere to be seen. When I couldn't find her, I stood there, looking down at myself in dismay. My cleavage was accentuated by my pink lace bra, and my exposed skin and thigh, all thanks to Erin's mischief. What will she gain by emptying my closet,and letting me walk half naked? Infuriated, I blew out a big gush of breath and bit on my lips as if my life depended on it. I needed something to wear; I couldn't just stand there in my scanty clothing. I looked to my left, towards the pool area where I had gotten drenched in the first place. Maybe Erin was there... but why was I searching for her when I should be finding my clothes? I scampered to the area, and to my surprise, I found what I was looking for. Inside the pool were all of my clothes—tank tops, jeans, sweatpants, even undies and bras. Every f
Sarah... Sarah, open up..." Mr. Clinton called out, knocking on my door. "Are you clothed?" Reluctantly, I sat up on my bed, still thinking of a way to explain myself because I knew he had tons of questions for me. "Sarah..." he called out again because of my silence. "I... I'm still half-naked, but you can come in..." I trailed off, my voice turning into a whisper as I mouthed, "Not that I have anything to wear anyway..." He entered the room, his face a mix of disapproval and disappointment as he saw that I was still half-naked despite his earlier expectation that I would have gotten dressed by now. "You seem unmoved by the earlier commotion, huh..." he remarked with his arms crossed. "Mr. Clinton, it isn't what you think..." I started, but he interrupted since I wasn't getting straight to the explanation. "What was that stunt you pulled out there, and why are your clothes all over the place?" He reprimanded, a frown etched on his face. "Erin did it," I interjected, st
She turned around to leave but halted at the door, tilting her head. "Sarah, if I were you, I would leave this house now and fast," she said, probably as a warning, her voice dripping with malice. "And why should I leave now and fast?" I asked, mimicking the tone of her voice, trying to act all calm and collected. She chuckled, the sound cruel and whispering of secrets, probably a new torture to unleash. She flashed me a smile without responding and made her way out of the room. With a loud bang, she slammed the door behind her, leaving me drowning in the meaning of her vague words. What is she planning to do now? As if messing with my closet wasn't enough... My heart started pulsating with implications; I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as a pang of unease washed over me. I couldn't help but feel concerned by her words from earlier. Why does she want me to leave? No matter how I tried pretending to be nonchalant, her last words kept hitting me like a hammer, breaking d
As I followed Mr. Clinton, Erin's hand slipped into mine, her grip tight. I tried to shake her off, but she held firm. "Let's go, Sarah," she whispered with her usual smile.Mr. Clinton led us to a small study off the main hallway. The room was dimly lit, with only a single bulb casting a warm glow upon us. He gestured for us to sit, and I reluctantly took a seat, trying to extricate my hand from Erin's grasp."So, Sarah," Mr. Clinton began, his voice stern. "I hear there have been some... issues with your behavior.""What issue?" I demanded, trying to get my tone steady despite Erin's grip tightening around my arm.Mr. Clinton's eyes narrowed at me as he noticed my struggle with Erin. Then his gaze shifted to Erin, whose expression was unreadable."There is something going on between the two of you. I know I said that I wouldn't intervene, but I can't help it; you two are acting strange." He said, eyeing us suspiciously, his gaze darting between the both of us. "I noticed something,
Her loud outburst reverberated all over the room, her breath ragged as her anger crawled to the surface. "You had no idea how your kind ruined my life," she said through gritted teeth, her voice cracking. "My mother had to go through all of that because of people like you who think their beauty is a free pass." "Erin... I..." I started, my voice hesitant. Erin's gaze snapped to mine, her eyes blazing. "Don't. You. Dare. Sympathize. With. Me. Don’t justify your fake love," she spat, shortening the distance between us. "Erin, I understand your pain, but don't you think you are taking this too far?" I raised my voice with a hint of exasperation. Then I let out a sigh and added softly, "I have nothing to do with your past, and you can't lump me in with them. I'm not—" "Save it!" Erin spat, her hands shaking. "You're just like them – using your looks to manipulate, to control." I swallowed hard; her words pricked me like a thorn trapped in my skin. But I saw beyond her anger; her