Kourtney scoffed before she sat at the edge of the tub while biting down her bottom lip."I told you that you don't know Nicholas," she said, a mischievous smirk tugged on her lips."What does Nick has to do with it?" I asked again, shifting from my seat.I heard my heart rapidly beating, and random speculations started swirling in my head. I was afraid of what could be the reason behind it."Let's just say that I pushed his buttons, and he was the one who told me about you."I caught a lump in my throat after what Kourtney said, and I felt my stomach tied a knot. I tried to hide the sudden anxiousness as I gulped in disbelief."I don't understand," I uttered instead.She stood up again, moving out of the tub. I watched her as she walked to the position she was sitting at a while ago. She reached for the white robe, wrapping it around her before responding

We grabbed some foods in Taco Bell, as we placed the takeouts on the dashboard of the van. Everyone was still asleep that left Miguel and I the only people to fill up the silence in the car. Reaching for the bag, I put it in between Miguel and me and grabbed the burrito inside of it."Thanks for this," I said, unwrapping the food."No problem," he responded, as he continued driving down the road.I took a bite of the beef burrito I ordered and munched the food, enjoying the savory taste of the meat. I let it danced with my tongue, as I grabbed for the tissue and wiped the excess grease around my mouth."This is so good," I remarked with my mouth still stuffed.I saw him smile at the side of my eye, as I drifted my gaze to him which caused our eyes to meet. But he quickly looked away to focus on the road.I still remembered the moment we had during our vacation. With our lips in direct contact with each other, our bodies colliding, and the intimacy we felt while it happened. It was like

I went back to our house after school and rushed to Hansel's office. There were some random thoughts creeping in my head and my hands began to sweat from nervousness.Once I opened his office door, I spotted him sitting on the black leather chair, elbows on the table while his chin rested on his clasped hands as if pondering. When I shut the door closed behind me, causing a slight thud to echo in the room, Hansel averted his attention to me with a worried look. Beckoning me to approach him, I trudged further in the room and walked in front of Hansel's wooden desk."What's going on?" I asked, my voice sounded frantic.He looked down, chewing his bottom lip as his eyes began to water. Silence started to consume us, and the only thing I could hear was the rapid beating of my heart. I could feel my hands sweating and a lump started to form in my throat."I don't know what's happening," he mumbled.

I promised Hansel last week that I would be returning once he got home. So I brought almost all of my stuff and left my apartment after school. The whole day I'd been having this nagging feeling. Thoughts after thoughts started to swirl in my head, and I felt like I was going crazy. I was starting to connect every dots, every possibility, every incident, and occurrences that might lead me to a final conclusion. But there seemed to be a leap. Every time I would come up to a logical reason, there seemed to be a missing piece. Or I guess all of the clues were scattered everywhere, and I was just too clouded with stress to comprehend. I was currently in my room, crouching in front of my luggage as I stared at my clothes as if I was in haze. Shaking my head, I approached the bed and plopped myself on the soft, white mattress. As I gazed at the ceiling, my mind drift off and started piecing some information again. The newspap

Trigger warning: there's a mention of an anxiety attack in this chapter.~*~When I first heard Miguel mentioning my real name, I felt my heart clench. He knew me. He knew Araulla Jones as a dead person. I was still stuck deciding on whether to tell him the truth or hide away until I got the perfect chance to say it all. I knew he'd understand my situation, but knowing that he'd worked with illegal mafias, I shouldn't be trusting him that much. Though I really liked him, I wasn't sure if I could trust anyone anymore.What if this was all a façade and he was a bait? What if he was still working with those mafias and he was ordered to capture me again? What if this was his redemption pledge to the people he was working with? Could I trust him?This was the reason why I was afraid to trust anyone; people were coming after me. I knew it seemed