He was looking at a picture of Charlie that he kept amongst his belongings. It started to warn out after a while, it was folded, tucked in places, sometimes crumpled, but he kept it. Jeremy often teased him because he caught him so many times while he was looking at it. It's been over five months since he kissed her goodbye, he hadn't been with her longer than he was with her. He spent Valentine's day tucked in his bed in Jeremy's flat, hiding away from the lustful city, pretending to be sick. Everyone was out and about celebrating with friends and lovers. He was high on demand on Valentine's night, the women were lusting over him like little kids wanting their candies. He had to pass on Valentine's day bonuses, tips, and side money that he could've easily make just by showing up. Maxine Roberts had been on his tail constantly. He managed to avoid her proposal the first time. His contract with Bradley had saved him from a sexual transaction

Monday, everyone was still talking about Prom Night and what a great after-party they had. Pictures of the event were displayed at the school board, some of them will definitely make it to the yearbook. Charlene was unofficially dubbed as the prom princess since they didn't have the traditional ceremony of Prom King and Queen. The school didn't believe in awarding students for being handsome or pretty nor they condone students in a small town like Bluebridge to compete in wearing extravagant outfits in any school events. Most students were talking about who was hooking up with whom at Prom, new couples emerged over the weekend. Mandy and Kayla wouldn't stop talking about the after-party and what their friends did that night. Charlene enjoyed the stories, even though she felt a bit left out. She said goodbye to them after school because they were going home with their boyfriends, and she was going to enjoy her walk back home alone. It was a f

He kept himself busy, tried to stay away from places that he might inadvertently bump into her. He stayed at the cabin most of the time, to be safe. She's with another, a hell of a lot better guy than him, with a shining future and the world to offer her. She would be better off with Landon than with a man-whore of Goldstone's Silver Tongue who's stripping his way to his dreams. She didn't even know about that yet, maybe it's better that she didn't know about it at all. He couldn't stop picturing her with him. The image of her naked body on another man's lips, his hands all over her, caressing her, tickling her the way she loved to be tickled. Her lips enveloped in another man's mouth, his tongue tasting her. It was poisoning him. He had to get it out of his head. The only way he knew how to do that was through a razor blade, sliced his skin, and let the blood dripped out from his body, taking away the venom that was killing him inside. It was an urge he could n

She didn't know how to end it. She made a big mistake when she slept with him on Valentine's Day. She knew it was cruel to lead him on when she already made a decision in her heart. So the next day, she told him that she was having second thoughts about their relationship. He didn't take it lightly. His jaw was still soared from her smack the night before, and now another slap on his ego. "I don't know what's gotten into you ... one minute you were fine and happy, the next you just went ice cold and distant ... and now this?" he was pacing back and forth on the porch. "I know I should've come more frequently so we can spend time more often, but school is ... very demanding right now ... and I ..." he was cut off. "No, that's not it, Landon," she denied it. "But if we're together more often than you'll have a sense of relationship like most couples do ... we're so distant from each other that made us less intimate, I thin

It was her first time voting, and conveniently, she was voting for her own father. It was a day off for everyone in Bluebridge so they can spend most of the morning to cast their votes. The afternoon was spent counting the votes at the Town Hall, although it was done by the government officials, most people just hang around to celebrate whatever the outcome would be. Charlene was walking home by herself, not the least interested to wait for the result. She knew her dad would win the election by a landslide. She thought she would just go home and celebrate privately with her family. When she passed the lake, she saw Ryan and Samuel running half-naked and wet toward her. "Just the girl we've been waiting for!!" Ryan shouted. They hooked each of her arms and lift her, carried her to the lake. "What are you doing? Put me down!" she was laughing. They took her to the water and shoved her in the shallow part and got her clothe