I held the handle to the Janitor's closet, took a gander of my surroundings before pushing the door and letting myself into the dark closet. I supressed a shiver and felt the wall for the switch. At last, I found and flipped it on.
I gasped and covered my mouth when my eyes fell on him seated on a wooden chair. The dangerous look I was expecting his eyes to display wasn't there. Instead, it was soft and his face had a sorry expression.
Instantly, I turned and made it for the door, but his words stopped me in my tracks.
"Jade, I'm sorry," he said softly, followed by a shuffling sound of him standing up from his chair.
"Did you call me here to finish what you started?" I spat, staying far away from him as possible.
"Baby, it's not what you think." He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them again. "I've never acted that way before and I noticed my drink tasted funny at one point in the par
I blinked my eyes rapidly and averted my gaze from our hands on the door handle to her face. What the hell was Lola doing?"Uhm, since he's not your Tristan, you wouldn't mind me sitting here right?" She gave me a tight lipped smile and I hastily drew back my hand. "No, I don't mind." I held my hand to my chest and mustered a faint smile. "What's holding you guys up?" Tristan asked from behind the steering, stretching his neck to see what we were doing."Nothing," Lola said. She pulled the car open and hopped into it. I stood with my mouth ajar and my hands still interlocked on my chest. I blinked once, twice and thrice before the sound of Lola chuckling brought me back to reality. Slowly, I got into the back seat and closed my mouth. "Shall we?" He asked and Lola agreed, acting too happy for my liking. He turned the ignition and the car came alive. The wheels moved and a weird feeling sat in my heart. Strange!"You smell so good... Like fruit." Lola shuddered in what seemed to
Mother eyed me suspiciously and wore a foxy smile. "Are you sure you don't like Mr Tristan?""No way. Tristan and I can never be together. We'd kill each other." I explained, laughing hysterically and feeling my bowels churn."But I know he likes you... I've seen the way he-""That's enough, mom." I interrupted, palming my ears. "What happened between you and Mr Chris?""Oh," she said and chuckled. "He left me for a nerd. I was a popular queen b in school-" she hesitated and stared into nothingness. "I actually left him for your father. We went to different states to school and that was where I met your dad. Had to end things with Chris.""How did you feel when you had to choose between him and dad?""Bad... Because if you love the first, you'll never fall in love with the second. I guess karma is a bitch, now I'm suffering with a divorce." She croaked with a sad face, but
She interwined her index finger in one of her pig tails and reflected my smile. It was as radiant as the sun–it would have warmed my heart, but I wasn't Tris."You look beautiful." Lola complimented, eyeing me from head toe. "I love those sneakers, they must be expensive."I proudly looked at my feet that were graced in cute nude adidas sneakers and my smile became wider."My aunt got it for me." I answered, taking my eyes higher to her face. "And your pig tails look beautiful. Love your shirt.""Oh, it's nothing." She chuckled and adjusted her black Nike top. Must be expensive too. "So... Juicy deeds, please.""What juicy deeds?" I frowned, resting my hands on my desk and wi
Tristan's face was funny that I had to hold in my laughter. I held a fist to my mouth and bit it. Was he shocked because he never expected Lola to say yes?"Aww, you're too happy you're short of words to say." I held a hand to my chest and pretended to be happy."What?" He furrowed his brows even more than before. "Wait-""Oh, Tris. I've been waiting for you to ask me." She beamed, launching herself into Tristan's arms and holding him tight like it was going to be her last.It warmed my heart a bit because it seemed so genuine and pure to me. Maybe from here they'd date and get married in the school hallways. It'd now be completed by him living with her in his parents basement, while I die of loneliness. I sniggered, but they didn't notice.It seemed like Tristan was trying to get her off him, while she wanted more of the heat his body emitted. Oof! I still got no date for prom... Maybe I'd just go with father or maybe Cameron or by myself.We got into the car and the silence was awful
"Shit! You have to hide." I whispered shakily, looking around the room for a reasonable place to hide Tristan's body if my mother should shoot him, thinking he was a criminal.I held his arm and pointed under my bed. "Get under.""Under that dusty place?" He puzzled. "No way.""Want to be a dead meat?" I whispered in askance. "No way. So get under the bed cause I don't want to cry over you."He quickly got under the bed and just as his head disappeared under my black bed frame, I jumped on the bed and covered myself with a duvet.No, that'd be a bad idea. I sat up and played the movie I was watching on Netflix instead. My room door opened and she let herself into my room. She narro
"Who is this?" I queried, putting my dressing on hold as I stood confused.It was silent on the other line, but I knew whoever it was was still there because I could hear him breathing heavily."Are you there?" I asked, bending to pick up my Hermes sandals. "Hello, who is this?""Your worst nightmare." He drawled in the same accent as Schwartz from that Nickelodeon show, Henry danger.My sandals slipped from my hand and my throat became dry. "Stop it guys, it's not funny anymore. I dislike being pranked!"The warning did not scare whoever was on the other line because he laughed evilly and I imagined him to have red horns on both sides of his head. I shook the thought o
Limping out of the exam hall, I winced every step I took because my ankle hurt more than I expected–perharps I needed a bandage or something.My brain was literally bringing out smoke... Those questions were on fire! I fanned myself with my hands and wiped the beads of sweat away from my forehead. The history had a lot of questions, number one had questions a, b and c under it. It had a lot of 'what year' questions."How was the question, babe?" Bellamy asked, striding out of no where."Can't you leave me alone?" I groaned, limping as fast as I could away from from him."If you forgive me." He orated, taking giant steps and making my limping fast appear useless."After what you did to me?" I pulled up short and pierced my eyes into his.He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "What did I do?""Drugging me and Andre," I started, using my fin
Tristan had dropped me five minutes ago after the bandage of a thing and I was now seated in my room, reading for tomorrow's exam. The house was eerily quiet as mother and Cameron were yet to return.I sighed and sucked on the bottom of my pen. Who was going to liberate me from this boredom? I needed to read, but I wasn't getting any of this–it all seemed like it was written in a language I couldn't understand. Ugh! Just this one topic was holding me back and my head was starting to hurt.I strode to the window and opened the curtains. My hands rested on the window sill for a while, before I pushed it open and sniffed the air, fulling my lungs with the smell of nature.My guy suddenly got bad vibes that I shuddered, feeling my skin cringe. What was the reason for this feeling? Perhaps the breeze was becoming too cold for me. I rubbed my arms and stared at the sky, wishing chocolates would fall from the sky. If it did