DON'T SAY FUCK ONE MORE TIME!!

Immediately I got home, I caught my parents sharing a cup of hot coffee in the living area. "What are you guy's doing up by this time?" I asked.

"Evening to you too." My replied with sarcasm laced in her voice. "How did it go?"

"Pretty cool."

"Pretty cool? That's it?" She said turning to give me a long good look.

"Mum, if you're looking for details, I'm the wrong person you should ask." I walked into the kitchen with my mother trailing behind me.

"Glad you're finally getting to relate." My dad called from behind.

I tried not to roll my eyes. If relating meant being locked up in a cupboard then I didn't want to.

I entered my room and shut the curtains. The last thing I wanted to see was anything related to the house Nextdoor. As I collapsed on my bed, my eyes caught a simple lemon stick on notes plastered on my window. Curiously, I tiptoed to the window and peeled it off. Instinctively, I raised my eyes to the room opposite mine and saw someone looking at me with an amused expression on his face. It took me some minutes to recognize him.

Black hair. Green eyes. He looked exactly the same, except he was way much hotter.

"You got my note after all, I was beginning to think you wouldn't see it."

Breathe. I reminded myself.

It's a mere hallucination. One that would soon pass. I closed my eyes and pinched myself so hard.

"I'm real you know." He said in his deep voice, "it's unbelievable for someone so hot to exist but here I am"

I shut the curtains as soon as I heard those words with my heart sinking and soaring at the same time. It was definitely him.

Memories of today's party flooded my mind especially the part where Raynard had kissed me. I smiled as I laid down on my comfortable bed, I grabbed my phone and texted foluke.

E:why did you guys abandon me?

E:who's Raynard stormwind?

Few minutes later I received a message notification.

F: I'm so sorry babe, I got carried away and also had to look out for Meredith, you know how she is.

E: it's alright. I forgive you. Who's Raynard?

F: wait. When you say Raynard, Aka, Ray. Do you mean green eyes?

E: yes.

F:Black hair? Like black?

E:very very.

F: Broad shoulders?

E: definitely!

F: the hot Raynard fucking stormwind?

E: yes? And do you guys always have to say fucking stormwind?

F: wait, where did you meet him and who else called him that.

E: at the party, after I was dared to do the seven minutes in heaven. To answer your second question, Mitchel.

F: fuckshit!! The seven minutes in heaven? Baby girllll, you're a goal getter. Mheen you just got lucky?

E: are you okay?

I typed even more furiously now.

E: how am I lucky?

F: gist me? What happened? Did he kiss you. I mean what happened between you two during the seven minutes in heaven session?

E: that doesn't answer my question. Who is he?

F: urrrrggh.

I could mentally picture her rolling her eyes.

E:he's a step brother to Alain. And Mitchel hates him because he doesn't give her the time of the day. He's not like one of those guys, who'd bow and do anything she says.

E: hmmmn. Makes sense.

F: what's up? Did he kiss you? Spill girl, spill.

E: well yeah. He did.

F: omigod! Omigod!! I need to hear this in person. Sleep over at your place tomorrow with Bisola and Meredith. I'm practically dancing now. Ray fucking kissed you? He kissed you?!!!

E: lawd. One more fucking and I'll kill you. What's so special about this guy?

I asked, pretending like I wasn't interested but itching to know more.

F: babe, that guy is one of the happening things in Greenville High school. Practically every girl wishes he'd date them and would even do anything for that to happen.

E: you inclusive.

F: a pity though. He doesn't even know someone like me exists.

E: that hurts.

F: I know right. And you're giving us the full gist tomorrow.

I smiled and let sleep takeover.

***************

I have never had a dream eversince I clocked fifteen. It's sad but true, I'm the deepest sleeper you've ever seen. I even put babies to shame.

So, when I woke up in the morning, I was super excited that I had my first dream after a long while. A dream that I could remember for once. It's kind of weird because of all the things I could dream about it had to be Raynard.

I mean, why couldn't I dream about iced chocolate castles with never ending supplies?

I smiled as I changed into simple leggings and a maroon tunic top. Since I was feeling ridiculously happy for no reason I decided to put on some lip gloss.

I combed my hair and let it fall freely. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge on my way downstairs for breakfast. It was a free day at school today and a Thursday. I really was going to take time and relax.

I opened the cap and took a sip of the water. I was about to swallow it when I saw who exactly was sitting with my parents at the table and spewed it all out.

My mother turned and gave me a surprise look, scanning me and the puddle of water that spilt when I dropped the bottle in my hand.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Ray, Emmy has been very stressed lately." My mother said to the boy sitting opposite her.

Crap.

"Uuhmm, excuse me." I said as I quickly rushed out of the house.

"It's nice to know that I have that kind of effect on you." His voice said interrupting me.

How did he get here so quick and quietly?

I turned around and got my first good look at the guy who would probably haunt me in my dreams if I had one. Except he wouldn't look as hot as the one in front of me.

His black hair and green eyes where exactly the same as I remembered. He was muscular and his black v-necked t-shirt did nothing to hide that fact.

"What effect exactly?" I said managing to comport myself.

He gave me a classic smirk. "You know the swooning, make-up and that kind of thing."

"I wasn't swooning. And when in hell did my lip gloss become makeup?"

I'm so screwed. When would my mum learn to accept the fact that not all strangers are welcomed in our home.

He laughed and said, "you're a cool girl,Em."

I couldn't help but blush at the nickname he used for me.

"And you're way hot." He whispered in my ear and walked away.

I turned to look at him, feeling the spot where his warm breathe caressed my neck and sent tiny shivers down to the tip of my toes.

Authors Note: I'd love all constructive criticism. Do well to leave your comments on how you feel about this book. Thank you.

Xoxoxo A. Marcus