LOGINI told myself that I won't care. I can't cry right now. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me in tears.
Holding unto his arms was the school Queen bitch, Anna Godson. Her blond hair looks too perfect like it was glowing in the hallways, and her blue eyes bright and mocking stared at me like I was the most pathetic human being in the whole world.
She was too beautiful to be anything like me. Compared to Anna, you could very well refer to me as a pig, and Jason knows that. He knows that dumping me for her was a good choice. But did he seriously have to do it in front of the whole school?
If he thinks he would achieve his aim of making me cry like he had done with other girls, then he's definitely in for a surprise.
I pushed down the urge to cry to the deepest part of my brain, locked it and threw the imaginary key away.
Please tears, I'm going to let you out when I'm alone in the comfort of my room. Not right now in front of him, in front of them, in front of the whole school. How humiliating can that get?
Looking at Jason's smug expression made me realize that I have been an ignorant fool all along. Everyone in Westwood high knew that Jason Davidson is a big time player. The King of the school, bad boy and the richest kid in the city. His family is known all over the country and he's the type that takes his friends out of the country every week in his personal private jet.
I've had a crush on Jason Davidson for as long as I can remember, but I always thought I am not the kind of woman he would be interested in.
Unlike the blond barbie dolls he had dated, I was pretty average. I had dark raven hair and a slender body that looks like I don't feed myself. My eyes were a dull grey and I was short at 5ft4 inches. I should have known something wasn't right when Jason asked me out. All along he was only after my body.
Everyone warned me. I really should have listened to them, but I was so sure he loved me. I was so sure I had changed him. Why is he doing this to me now?
Jason scoffed when I refused to say anything in answer to what he just said. What did he expect anyway? Isn't it to early to pop something so surprising at me? When I woke up this morning, I didn't expect that I was coming to school only to be heartbroken. Just yesterday, Jason treated me like a princess. How could he be so cruel?
"Are you that shocked to speak Kate? Don't you have anything to say? I just told you it's over between us. I never want to see your disgusting self anywhere close to me." He repeated, this time adding more words that tore my heart in two.
Don't cry Kate.
Don't you dare fucking cry!
I lifted my chin in defiance to show him that I am not the least bit affected by what he just said. "I am not shocked by this Jason. I expected this from you considering your reputation of being a player. I knew one of these days you're going to show the disgusting side of you that will forever remain a heartless dick!" I mentally applauded myself for saying that straight without my voice breaking.
My words seem to have no effect on Jason. He chuckled, "you really are pathetic Kate. It's not my fault that it was so easy to fool you. I made a bet with my friends that I can fuck you before prom, and I did. How is it my fault that you believed me and gave yourself to me like the disgusting slut you are?!"
Those words cut me deep like being repeatedly wounded by a razor sharp sword, but I won't break, I won't give him that satisfaction!
"For you to make such a disgusting bet on a person just shows that you are the one who's really pathetic!" I snapped and stared at the blond barbie glued to his arm, "you better watch out girl. He may have made a bet on you too."
The girl smirked unphased by my warning. "Jason won't do that to me. I'm not as pathetic as you."
I scoffed at her words, "that was how I convinced myself when he started trying to ask me out. I thought I was different from his twenty five exes. They probably thought that too, so get over yourself girl."
"Oh just shut it Kate!" Jason snapped looking annoyed, "stop putting words in Anna's head. She's not like you! I truly like her, but you on the other hand; you were nothing to me, absolutely nothing!"
"And you were nothing to me too Jason!" I fired back in anger. "My world never revolved around you, in fact I have been cheating on you with my new boyfriend. I was gonna break up with you anyway. You just beat me to it!"
My revelation was followed with silence. A silence so strong that one could hear a pin drop in the middle of the watching crowd of students, but all of a sudden, the hallway erupted into a loud laughing fit.
"Are you really lying about a boyfriend just to save face?" Jason said through his laughter. "If not me, no one will want you. Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror?"
"Well, my new boyfriend wants me and he loves me more than anything in the world!" I continue to add more fuel to the fire and I didn't stop there, "in fact, he's richer than you, more handsome than you, less of a dick than you, and better than you in all aspect!"
"You wish!" Jason and everyone else continued to laugh, and I know for sure that none of them believed any word that comes out of my mouth.
I know I should stop, but I couldn't stop my own tongue from running. "It's not a wish. I really have a boyfriend and I even asked him to come to prom with me."
Katy you idiot!
Jason raised a disbelieving brow. "Really?"
No!
"Yes!" I answered so sure of myself that some people were starting to wonder if I was telling the truth, but majority of them doesn't believe me. I could see it in the way they looked at me, with mocking eyes and disgusted expressions.
Jason still doesn't believe me, but he said anyway. "If that is true, then I don't mind seeing this amazing boyfriend- who is apparently better than me at prom in two weeks, and if what you said turns out to be a lie, then you really are the most pathetic human being on earth Kate." With that he walked away with his new toy.
I was happy that I won against him for now, but where the fuck am I going to find a boyfriend that is a lot better than Jason in just two weeks? In fact I'm pretty sure there is no one as rich as Jason in our small town.
I'm so fucked right now!
I woke up with a pounding headache and sat up in my bed with a groan. I pried my eyes open with an effort and looked round me. I found that I was in my room. How the hell did I get here?I cracked my brain trying to recall what happened last night. I had a few drinks with my friends, I came back home a little drunk, I blurted to Ashely that I found her strange.What the hell?! I told Ashely that I found her strange!Fuck! It wasn't my intention to say it to her that way. I wanted to ask her about her life and background in a proper way, not in my drunken way.But I guess I can always make things right.That morning, she was already awake when I stepped into the kitchen. The smell of breakfast filled the apartment. Eggs and toast.Hold on a second, did Ashely cook? She hated cooking and she almost burnt down my kitchen when she tried last time.I was relieved to see that my kitchen was fine. But I was still in shock that Ashely is cooking. "What are you doing?"She wasn't surprised at
CAMILLE'S POV.I sat quietly in the living room of Josh’s apartment, the soft hum of the refrigerator, and the faint ticking of the wall clock the only sounds accompanying my thoughts. The human world was still new to me, yet somehow, sitting here felt… safe.Because it was his home.Josh. What a lovely name for a kind hearted and gentle human.I let my fingers trace the edge of the couch as I allowed myself to think about him again — about the way he never gets mad at me no matter what I do. From what I've seen and heard about the human world, I was surprised to find a human as kindhearted as Josh.I would admit it. I like him. More than I should. More than someone like me is allowed to.It still surprises me how deeply I have grown to admire him. In all my centuries of existence, I have never met a human like Josh. He is soft, where others are cruel. Patient where others are fearful. Kind where others would have raised weapons.And perhaps that is why I fell for him. Moreover he wa
I stood behind my bedroom door longer than I needed to that morning.My hand hovered over the doorknob, fingers flexing as if I needed to convince my own body to cooperate. I hadn’t slept much. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind replayed the image of Ashley standing in the living room under the harsh ceiling light—her clothes stained red, her lips marked with something I didn’t want to name.She said it was paint, but why do I find it hard to believe that?I exhaled slowly and pressed my forehead against the door.Get a grip, Josh!I can't let fear dictate my actions. I was an adult. A rational person. Whatever I have seen last night, there had to be a logical explanation. Jumping to conclusions wouldn’t help anyone—least of all me.“She hasn’t hurt anyone,” I muttered to myself. “She hasn’t done anything wrong.”I straightened, rolling my shoulders back. I wasn’t going to be scared of Ashley. She's just a girl and I shouldn't overthinking thinks. That won't be fair to her.Ashely s
Days passed, but instead of things settling into a routine, Ashley only grew stranger. At first, it was small things. Things I told myself didn’t matter. Things I tried to ignore but couldn't.It started with food.Since she doesn't know how to cook, cooking became my responsibility. After my family died, I had to learn how to cook because I mostly like being alone. Which is why I can cook.I remember the first time I offered Ashely breakfast after the chaos in the kitchen, she had grimace after having a taste, but I thought my eyes might be playing tricks on me. But after living together for longer time, I realized that maybe it was not.But as days goes by, I realized that maybe Ashely hated food which is strange. If it had been a particular food, it would be understandable, but she doesn't seem to like anything I prepared. I started noticing it the second time I offered her food, she said she wasn’t hungry. The third time, she claimed she’d eaten outside. By the fourth day, a patt
For the first time in years, I couldn't concentrate on my work.The documents spread neatly across my desk blurred together no matter how many times I read them. Numbers that would normally snap into place like obedient soldiers now floated uselessly in my mind.My thoughts kept drifting—uninvited and persistent—to my housemaid Ashely.I leaned back in my chair, pinching the bridge of my nose as if that would somehow force my brain back on track. This was ridiculous. I had far more important things to think about than my housemaid who I find very very strange.And yet, there was something about her that didn’t sit right with me. I still cant get over the fact that she turned out to be younger by some magic when her profile clearly showed that she was an older woman with two years experience.Thinking about it, I still can't seem to get over the shock. This is beyond strange. I can't believe I hired her without checking probably to be sure that she wasn't an imposter.What's wrong with
I woke up choking.The smell that invaded my senses was so aggressive it felt like it had hands. Thick, acrid and unmistakable. Something was burning.For a few foggy seconds, I stayed where I was, half-buried in sleep, my mind scrambling for excuses. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe it was the neighbor in the next apartment doing something reckless at an ungodly hour.Then the smell got worse and I sat up in bed almost coughing out my lunch. My eyes flew open. Holy shit, there's smoke in my room!“Oh shit,” I muttered, throwing the covers off. I stumbled out of bed, still half-asleep, nearly tripping over my own feet as I rushed out of my bedroom. My pulse thundered in my ears as I followed the smell. It was coming from the kitchen.I burst in like a mad man. The kitchen was filled with smoke so thick it looked like a low-budget horror movie. It clung to the ceiling, curled around the cabinets, and stung my eyes the second I stepped inside. I coughed, waving a hand in front of my face, p







