He goes super still and silent at my question for a while, but just when I begin to think that he may not answer me or do anything, his hands on my back and face leave my body. He steps back a bit from me and lifts his t-shirt up over his head, exposing his naked torso to me. My eyes go directly to the tattooed date on the left side of his abdomen.15. 05. 2012.I am not given enough time to ogle at it because Luke turns around in silence, his inked back facing me as he walks to a space on the clearing a little bit far from the motorcycle. I watch his hard muscles flex with each movement. They flex harder when he settles down on the mowed grass. He drops his t-shirt to his bosom, staring afar at the blue water crashing its waves to the rocks.I wonder what is going through his mind right now, but I know that whatever it is must definitely be related to my question earlier. His silence lures me to join him there, and I do. I walk over to him and settle down beside him on the grass. His
This is cruel. This is so cruel. So cruel that I feel like dragging my fingers through my hair. So cruel that it reminds me of my own pain. So when Luke was grappling with his mum's death, I and Sarah were being whisked around from court to court to listen to my parents yell and throw curses at each other and to listen from judge to judge asking Sarah and I which parent we would want to stay with. Why do we have to suffer for the shitty things our parents did? We didn't force any of them to bring us into this world. The least they could have done for us was to try to be better for us."I passed the night at my uncle's place. I stayed in his house a couple more days, and then on the third day, in the morning, my dad showed up at my uncle's house, looking normal. He begged me to come back home with him. My uncle, who was his elder brother, beat him up so badly and had the police arrest him for trespassing his property. It was a tough, ugly scenerio to watch. During my mom's burial, my da
What?!" I gasp.The breeze whips through Luke's hair, blowing it across his face. His hand pushes it back."Yeah. There is this lady called Sienna that I started seeing quite often with my dad since like three months ago. She is pretty, jovial, and I thought she was just one of my dad's friends. But this week Monday, my dad came out to me about his true relationship with her. I was paralyzed with shock to the point that I couldn't do anything that day." "You said you found out this week Monday?" I interrupt, my mind going through a puzzle."Yeah."The dots connect. Shit. "So that was why you weren't in school that day?" I blurt out, my realization hitting me with a bang.He nods. "The news fucked up my head so bad that I couldn't bring myself to come to school that day. I spent most of that day at Tyler's studio. I wasn't expecting to see you there later that day. I also wasn't in my right frame of mind." He sighs deeply. "I still feel a bit pissed at myself that I reacted so bad towa
My name is Alicia.Alicia Smith.I do not come from one of those rich pretentious perfect families that preach to their brat kids about the importance of being at the top of the food chain of society. In fact, my family is kinda messed up. My mum and dad got divorced when I was eight. My dad died a year later after the divorce, and my mum got married to one Sylvester guy six months after my dad's death. Sarah is the only real family member I have, and if I were to be reincarnated into this world and born into another family, Sarah is that only sibling I will pray to God to bless me with again. She took me into her arms and shielded me from the wraths of this world when we both lost the protection of our parents. For Sarah, I will go to the lengths and breadths of this world if need be. She is the reason why I am damn serious with my studies. And coupled with the messed up family I come from, I do not need to be told that I need to work hard not to end up like my parents.My private li
"You are a naughty girl, Alicia."His husky voice mutes every thought in my brain. A helpless moan elicits from my lips as his finger rubs my clit, making me squirm to his tormentous touch."Do you want me to stop Alicia?""No Luke. Plea. . . . . please don't. . . . . . don't stop please."I arch my back up from the bed as he continues to torture me with his finger. He trails tiny kisses on the skin of my left inner thigh, his taunting lips traveling upwards to my pleasure core. Laboured breaths escape my lips in pants as my heart thrums against my chest, knowing where his soft plum lips are heading to.Just as his lips graze across the skin of my soft hairless mound—"BZZZZZZZZ!"I groan in anger as I stir on my bed, my alarm buzzing loudly through my ears. The sound shatters my erotic dream to pieces as it pierces through my skull.Of all times to buzz off, why NOW?!I hiss in annoyance and sweep my hand across the top of my bedside drawer, feeling its surface to locate the damn ala
"What the fuck!"I curse, clutching my hands on the leather jacket of the crook who had bumped into me. He even has the nerve to attempt to leave me here on the ground and walk away like he just did nothing."Are you mad—"My sentence cuts off when the guy snaps around. My breath catches when my eyes rest on the face of the miscreant.Luke Evans! Fucking Luke Evans!I should not be surprised at his voracious ill-manneredness."Get your hands off me, Smith."I ignore him and clutch tighter to his jacket, using his rather soild stance as a means of getting up from the ground. Pain rips through my left knee, and I almost fall down again, but thanks to my hold on this bastard's jacket, I regain my footing."Are you blind Evans?!""What did you just say?" He barks."I asked if you are blind, Evans!"He jerks my hands off his jacket and straightens the rough folds on his jacket caused by my hands."I think you are the one who is blind, Smith."He smirks. Anger bubbles in the pit of my stomac
"Settle down everyone."Mr Douglas says as he arranges his files and notes on the teacher's table before him. Reece guides me to my seat and I settle down.Her blazing eyes glare at my left seatmate, who looks like he is participating in a frowning competition. I will leave you with a hint that will help you guess who my left seatmate is: I called him an arrogant brat this morning."Are you sure you can manage through this class?" Reece whispers, concern in her voice."Yes I can. I am not going to miss class because of some. . . . .badboy."I can feel Luke's eyes burning through the skin of my face, but I don't fucking care.If he is angry that I called him a badboy, then he is a more excellent denial expert than the disciple Peter of the bible.Reece nods at my response and moves to sit on her seat, which is two seats in front of mine. I put my phone on silent and focus my attention on Mr Douglas's back as his hand pens down the topic of today's class on the board: PAINTINGS OF HUMAN
"Is there anything wrong Miss Smith?" Mr Douglas asks.My throat is tight, and I struggle to find the words to speak, to answer, but how can I talk when the air that is to fuel my words has evaporated from my lungs?"Miss Smith?"Mr Douglas's voice sounds like a faint siren to my already pounding ears. I lift my eyes from the paper and shoot my gaze at the boy that I have been trying to avoid making any eye contact with.Luke's eyes lock with mine. For a moment, the whole world goes silent and disappears, leaving me trapped in the chaotic blue ocean of my adversary's eyes.I feel the paper being taken away from my grasp, but I am too shocked and too immersed in my traumatic state to notice."Group Nine, we have Alicia Smith and Luke Evans."Luke's eyes widen in surprise. Low catcalls and whispers fill the air.This can't be happening! This nightmare can't be fucking happening to me!__________________________I am still frozen in place when Mr Douglas continues to call out the remaini