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

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

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

"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

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