The drive back home seemed longer and more lonely than ever. The car was silent, and even Liza was not in the mood for small talk. I was in an emotional whirlwind, having a hard time understanding what exactly I should feel.
Happy because I was going to perform, sad because I did not know what to do about Mr. Dimitri, scared because I feared this new side of my teacher, confused with why he did such a thing and lastly betrayal because I couldn't find words to express anything to Liza.
I sneaked a peek towards Liza and found her deep in thought. As if she was contemplating something. I decided that I should at least tell her that...
"Hey Liza, um today in music class something happened..."
"Yeah? What happened now? Did the hot teacher kiss you?" She smiled a little while her eyes were still on the road.
I was quite bewildered by her statement, and she noticed it. The silence was awkward, but I would prefer silence rather than sharing the embarr
I had never thought that such a day would come in my life when I would feel dreadful to attend the music class. It was what I used to look forward to after the droning lecturers and monotonous classes. But events from yesterday were still fresh in my mind, and I was still scared to face my teacher who was anything but normal. The hallway was completely quiet with all the students in their respective classes, while I still struggled to get into mine. The urge to flee was immense and I would have done that as well if only I wouldn't have to face the consequences that came after. Somehow I built up the courage to twist the doorknob and enter the room. I released a sigh of relief when I saw that Mr. Dimitri was not in the class yet while some of the students were sitting, chatting, and waiting for their teacher while the rest of the seats remain
Dinner that night was chaotic. After such a stressful day, one would want to feel relaxed at home, to take a soak in a bubble bath, to wear comfy clothes and watch some TV with hot chocolate in a mug. All that went out the window when Liza suddenly had one of her mood swings, demanding a food carnival. The kitchen was totally cluttered with dishes and bowls here and there, specks of flour on the counter top, cabinet doors open, pans and pots on the stove, and two women singing and dancing to their old favorite songDowntown. Whenyou'realoneAndlifeismakingyoulonelyYoucanalwaysgoDowntown Whenyou'vegotworriesAllthenoiseandthehurriesseem to helpIknowDowntown JustlistentothemusicofthetrafficinthecityLingeronthesidewalkswh
It was quite an odd happening. First the letter, then the threat, and then Ivan appearing out of thin air. I was not even sure who my so-called loverwas but needless to say, I was terrified of whoever this person was. The fact that he dared to threaten Liza's life, chilled me to the bone, and I felt truly helpless. It occurred to me that it could just be a silly prank by someone, but something felt really odd. Everything felt so confusing and consuming. Like I was standing in the eye of the storm with debris all around me, moving in a circular motion. After that strange meet up with Ivan, I decided to call him in. Especially because Liza had no idea about what happened at the weekend when she was at Max's house. The more secrets I kept from her, the more I felt out of breath, as if two invisible hands were smoldering me. "You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend, Rosie. I didn't expect this." She made a pouty face and served some cheesec
I was lost, lost in the green pools of ocean. The long dark green strokes spreading from the pupils with those minute and intricate yellow freckles adorned his eyes like a rare gem. I could get lost in them, I could get lost in the green maze and never find my way out. Those eyes were still like a statue, staring at my soul through my eyes. His long yet not so dense eyelashes blinked once which was enough to break his hypnotizing effect on me. My eyes focused on the surroundings and realization hit me like a lightning bolt. I was totally squished against Mr. Dimitri's chest with his arms bound around me. Our chests were against each other, breathing in the same quiet rhythm with our faces only inches apart. His warm breath was fanning my, now heated, face while his eyes were on my red-tinted cheeks. In a flash of a second, I pushed myself away from him and averted my gaze to my wet boots. I tucked a strand of my raven hair behind my ear when I hea
"Where did you run off to?" A face only two inches away from me asked in a suspicious tone. I was on the ground, straddled by a body on top of me. "You think I will never know? Do you really think I am so naive? Tsk, tsk." Both of my hands were pinned by the hands of my captor, nails digging into my skin, bruising my abnormally pale skin. "Please get off me! Let me explain! This is not going to work if you are planning on pushing your face into my face because I am not into girls. Got it, Liz?" I couldn't stop laughing at Liza's possessiveness. She was like one of those pets that came running towards the door when they haven't seen their loved humans all day long. Liza got off me, but her suspicious eyes were still on me as she grumbled like a child and folded her arms on her chest. "Now, do you care to tell your best friend where you went without her. Wait! Did you have a date with someone? Oh my god! Oh my god! Spill the beans
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I was lost yet again in those mysterious green orbs, staring at me with something undecipherable. Those eyes could look right through me, at my soul, and I won't even protest. How could green be so mesmerizing? I never understood how people said that you could read anyone by looking them in the eye. Maybe you can feel it? Just like I could feel his gaze on me. Those hypnotic eyes narrowed a bit, annoyed maybe? Scrutinizing me, trying to read me, expecting me to look away, but I was trapped in those green meshes. Numerous thoughts crossed my mind, numerous questions whirled around in my head, but that would mean that I will have to confront him. I was still confused by his actions and I really wanted to solve the mystery named Dimitri Nevada. Maybe it was good luck, or maybe it was just a coincidence when I felt the chair in the next row, just beside me screech, diverting my attention to the famous jock Abel. I can't deny that I was thankful for the di
It was raining, again. The cold, strong and innocent drops of calmness fell from the sky, splattering on the windowpane in my room. It was strange, how the moon was able to shine through the angry clouds. A distant clapping of thunder rattled the windows while I cowered in the thick covers. The rain didn't show any sign of stopping its shower, nor did my tears. No matter how many times I rubbed my eyes clear, those traitorous tears leaked down my cheeks and drenched my pillow in my misery. Sad, didn't even cover what I was feeling. Maybe I was hurt? Lonely? Hopeless? Maybe I was all three of them, but all I felt was the pain. Liza was still angry with me. She denied coming downstairs and have dinner with me. The only sign of her presence I felt was when I heard her going downstairs in the kitchen and the clatter of pots and pans as she made dinner. Giving her some space, I stayed up in my room, locked and lonely. Was I sad? Is this what they call dep