I glared crossly at her and took my seat–my appetite was gone. I didn't like her one bit and I wanted her out of my house.  I took my plates to the kitchen and dumped it in the dish washer before walking back to the living room.  "What's wrong with your face?" Josh directed the question to me and I puckered my forehead at him.  "None of your business, dimwit." I snapped and plopped down on the couch next to Maya.  Tristan and Cameron sat together and talked about boy things, while I was having a glare battle with Josh. Lola occasionally flirted with him. "Who's in for some nasty truth or dare?" Josh asked, glancing at our faces. "Or should we play deadly dare or dare?

Both our eyes widened and our jaws slacked to the bed as we stared at each other, confusion forming lines on our foreheads."Tristan!" The lady like voice called again and that was all we needed to push us out of the bed.Quickly, Tristan ran to the door and plastered his ear on it. "It's my mother."Tristan whispered and rushed back to the bed. He gave me my clothes and I dug my leg into the cargo pants."Coming, mother!" Tristan exclaimed, rocking back and forth butt naked on his heels.My heart pounded loudly and when I was done dressing, I heaved a sigh of relief and watched Tristan as he hurriedly walked to the door. Just when he was about to twist the handle, I noticed something and pressed my hand on my lips."Tristan!" I whispered, stressing the tone and he glanced over his shoulder. "Why are you naked?"He stared down at his body and face palmed–A soft g

Lines of confusion formed on my forehead as I glanced from Maya's face to that of her aunt. What were they both talking about? I was as lost as a stray cat. Her aunt sat behind the desk and she looked to be in her middle twenties, but very young. My eyes involuntarily drifted to her boobs and noticed the white long sleeve she was putting on wasn't thick enough because I could see that she was wearing something pink inside. Her boobs were palm size. My eyes went higher and noticed glasses sitting comfortably on the brim of her nose. She rested both her elbows on the desk and clasped her fingers, glaring crossly at Maya. "Please, don't tell my parents." Maya begged, raising her head for the first time since we arrived her grandfather's hospital. "They'll kill me and never trust me again."I was lost once again. I felt like a foreigner in a strange land and it felt like nothing they said made any sense to me. Did Maya kill someone? What in God'

I gulped and got to my feet. I had thought mother had gone to work. What was she even doing at home? Beats me! I trekked out of my room and once I was in front of hers, I glanced sideways then back and front before crossing myself and muttering, "Brace yourself, woman." The moment the last word left my mouth, it reminded me of someone–Jason. Jason was fond of calling me woman and I remembered those days when we used to eat on the same table and when he used to drive us to parties. Speaking of parties, I hadn't been to one in a long time. Maybe Cameron and Maya's wedding would fill in for a party. What was I doing having unnecessary conversations with myself? I shrugged and balled my palm into a fist. I knocked on the door and a come in rang out of the door. Slowly, I pushed the door and let myself in. My head was bent that all I could see was the floor. For the first time, I noticed my mother's room floor was lik

"Mom, are you still in love with Dad?" I questioned and my mother choked on the drink she was swigging from the vita milk bottle. "What?" A frown creased her brows and she rubbed her chest, eyes already glossy. "Do you still love father?" I repeated my question, my gaze piercing her forehead. I wasn't taught to look my mother in the eye as it was said to be disrespectful. "What do you mean by that?" She tilted her head to the side and giggled nervously, narrowing an eye at me. "I mean that you love father and you glammed up because of him." I wriggled my brow and she clutched my mouth, staring around to see if my father was lurking around somewhere. "Don't say that out loud." She shook me and I made muffled sounds, telling her to let go of my mouth. "Ma'am, is everything alright?" A waiter dressed in a suit asked with a napkin lying plainly on his arm."Yes," she said, releasing my mouth and we