Mia
After I concluded with saying what had occured between me and Nate, Alex kept mute and began staring at me with caution. It looked like something was going through his mind.
Or maybe he was trying to comprehend the whole thing that had happened to me. His gaze was so serious on me, that I had it at the tip of my tongue to ask him what was going on in his mind. Alex was beginning to change. To soften into the man I never expected him to be. He had looked so collected and attentive when I had told him stuffs about what had happened at the frat house party, seven years ago. He was making me fall for him. So deeply that I was beginning to always make a fool of myself with him around. I couldn't even think straight when he was close.
Everything felt so surreal. At first we had met at Rachel's event, and then he offered to get me a dress and I was r
MiaAlex eyes rose in their sockets, when he saw me descending the stairs. His lips parted a little, then closed shut so he could take a gulp. A gulp that made his Adam apple bobbed up.I was glad I had this tiny bit of effect on him. That a reaction came out from him, when he saw me. Something in my head came reminding me about Bolu, but I brushed thoughts of her away. Making up the decision not to let that ruin my mood.Alex was with me and not her, so I was supposed to enjoy every moment we shared together. Call me selfish, but I was already in love with the man. And he had feelings for me as well. He treated me much better than the way he treated her. I felt for her though, but he was clearly not into her. It was me he wanted. Although she had been in his life before me, but it wasn't my fault that he started having feelings for him. She even mentioned the other day that she w
Alex"You know what, Jinsu. Let's order for pizza and wine." Mia suggested with her eyes focused on the menu book in front of her.I so much liked it whenever she used my middle name. Because nobody ever addressed me by Jinsu, it was just her. And it was something that made me love her even more."Pizza?" I inquired, itching a brow up. I had brought her here, so we could eat the best dish. It was what females liked right? Being treated important, and fed with lots and lots of expensive food.But then, Mia was different. Down to earth, and could eat whatever that was given to her. She had experienced poverty before.And staring at her right now, she looked like one who hadn't experienced poverty before. She looked like some wealthy man's daughter. No one would know that she was once a tomboy. She look
CharlesAlex Friedrich Esquire was my supposed rival because he had the woman I wanted.I didn't like him one bit from the stories I had heard about him. I felt pity for him because his mansion which I and my colleagues were in was bombed down by Tunde Ibrahim and his men.It was because of that reporter, right? Because there were rumors that he flew her out of the country, to keep her safe away from Tunde Ibrahim and his men.And last night, or I should say the early hours of this morning, he sent his men to bomb down Alex's house.Other houses in Alex's neighborhood were intact. It was just Alex's house the whole incident took place. His cars, his dogs, every freaking thing was in charred remains.A house that he had spent millions on, just got des
Charles"You know I was slept for two days and couldn't see much of the city. But I'd love to visit again, only this time I'd be staying a month." Ruby informed us then blushed slightly, before hiding her face at the crook of my neck when we all burst into laughter.Bolu returned later in the next day evening with Ruby. There had been a delay on their flight, so they had stayed back. I was quite thankful for that, because I wasn't feeling too well on the previous day. I recalled how I had fainted when me and Max had left Alex's house and headed to a pub to drink.I didn't feel so good, and had thought I was going to feel quite alright after drinking a beer or two. But I was wrong.At first, I was seeing stars, and a weight was added to my migraine which made it unable for me to speak. Plus my ears were still he
Bolu"Who are you?" The deep masculine voice of a man asked, frightening the shit out of me. I took a hard dry gulp to calm my insides, but it was futile. There was no way I could stop being scared."It's only me." I stuttered, with my legs shivering and dancing out of nervousness. What was I even doing? Why was I even here? I wasn't supposed to b here at all. But I had been hurt to stupor, so coming where which people would see as wrong, felt right to me in every way.But I had been hurt badly, been hurt the way I had never been hurt before. Something which wanted to make me go insane. Something that had made me reduced myself into my shell. For day, I had had this feeling that I should just crept up in a corner and die. Because I had been hurt in a way no one had hurt me before."I ask again,
Writer's POVAge 11She watched him through her window, as he rode on his bicycle with his acquaintances. Waiting for the perfect moment to thrown down the letter she had wrote, and had crumpled into a paper ball.With her heart in her chest, she closed her eyes and pictured his handsome face. Created mental images of him smiling, and hugging her tightly. And then kissing, just like she had saw in the movies. She could feel a huge smiling forming up in her face, at this.Seven years. It had been seven years since she has had this crush on him. It was her first day of kindergarten, and she was being bullied, and had her milk spilled by these bullies. He had seen her crying, tried to console her, and had offered her his own milk instead.He was really cute with chubby round cheeks that she wanted to stroke lightly. Of all the kids, he was the most neat kid. He even had a wrist watch. Something w
Writer's POVShe recalled all that just happened. It was music class, and it was her turn to sing. She had even worn her best dress to school on that day, and had tried to aww the class, because her parents had pointed out that she had a very nice voice for singing. They had really complimented her dress that morning, telling her how beautiful she was. And she had believed them. Only to arrive at school, at get laughed at by her classmates. Worse, her voice was being mocked, and she was being thrown food, by these classmates. Something her teacher couldn't put to stop. Rather she let it all happened to her. Despite it was really wrong. And she wasn't supposed to be treated like that.The world was cruel. She thought.Because she had wanted to fit in, wanted to be liked by all. But she had made a big fool of herself, by assuming she was going to get pra
Writer's POVAge 17.She merged into the crowd of students who were heading to their supposed classes, her backpack slung over her shoulder, as she ate out from the candy on her hand, and began advancing towards her locker.It was the first day of senior year. She could feel her smile huge on her face. Because she would move out of the country, so she could start her dream tertiary institute. She couldn't wait to get over with senior year to already.With her left hand on the strap of her backpack, she looked around the school with a smile on her face. One more year, and she was free to live her life the way she wanted, with non of her parents under her neck, telling her what to do.Kids began moving away so she could pass, as the awed and wowed about her looking good. Some even had the guts to