"I have a girlfriend", Nate blurted out making our jaw drop as we stared at him with wide eyes.  Even Elijah looked at him with a look of betrayal and in a flash, he tackled Nate to the floor punching his shoulder who shouted in pain and struggled to get him off. It was finally weekend now, and Nate thought it'd be a perfect opportunity to drop the bomb on us.  "You fucker! So that's where you've been going in the lame excuse of 'meeting your other friends that I had no clue 'bout?", My eyes went wide and I gasped as I looked at Nate with a shocked expression who in return pouted at me, begging me to help him with his eyes.  Crossing my arms, " Nuh-uh, your cute expression isn't gonna work this time, you stinky pineapple", I said to him with a glare who merely chuckled.  WHY DOES NO ONE TAKE ME SERIOUSLY? Am I not scary enough? "Eli, my du

* means thirds person pov and ** means back to first-person pov. Enjoy.   ---   "Knock knock", Elijah finally asked after I Literally begged him to do something because I was super bored. It was Thursday evening and we were doing our homework and then I finished mine and got bored so I decided to bother him.   "Cow says", I said biting my lip to control my laughter as I look at him with fun-filled eyes, and he threw me an amused look, his lips twitching upwards in a smile as well.   " Cow says who?", He asked and I nearly burst out laughing.    "No, a cow says mooooo", I burst out laughing clapping my hands together and banging the floor with the heels of my foot as I cackled loudly. He chuckled as well more on me laughing than the actual joke. I

The paintbrush glided smoothly on the canvas, leaving a streak along the lines I previously made with a pencil. I stepped back and smiled in satisfaction as I admire the piece before me. Today our art teacher taught us about abstract art and then told us to just draw with a free hand and see where it lead us. Needless to say, I was pretty pleased with how my piece turned out. I felt calm and happy. Painting always brought me peace and made me feel alive. I don't remember much about my father but I inherited this talent from him. He always had a paintbrush tucked behind his ear, his clothes covered in paint strikes and blotches that used to displease my mother and she'd always scowl at him and complain about the mess he'd make, and he'd always ignore her and hand a brush in my tiny hands. He was a great father, too late he left me with that vile woman too soon. "Ooh, damn, nice job bunny", I jumped, startled at the sudden presence of Clade, and gulped. Ever since I was made aware of

"She is just like Aria, you know", Aria, his little sister who left him too soon. He clenched his fists tightly. He was aware. Alara was just like Aria, small, kind, warm, adorable, and innocent.   "I will do the same I did to her", All Clade's attempt to rile him up or get to him was quite useless as Elijah simply pondered over whether he should break his fingers or his legs. Probably both.    Clade gritted his teeth in anger as Elijah remained impassive. Then he said one thing he swore he'll never say it confess to anyone. This will earn him the satisfaction he was looking for.   "I will rape the bunny the same way I did to your fucking sister", Elijah's world swept from under his feet as his jaw drop and he looked at Clade shocked to the core. He lost all his calm and composure as his sentence playing on repeat in his head.    He had fucking raped his sister? His little princess, his Ari

I woke up confused. Where the heck in crusty tomato am I? My neck ached and I let out a moan of pain, as I stretched my arms behind my back and rubbed my neck to soothe the slight strain and ache.  Groggily looking around, I blinked to clear my hazy disoriented vision to see I had slept on the floor, the book I was reading last night still in my hand, and no sign of Elijah. I glanced at the alarm clock and my eyes widen when I saw it was 11 in the morning. Omg!  I need to get to Nate. I stood up hurriedly bit caring about my messy appearance as I ran outside of my room towards Nate's room, occasionally waving and greeting a couple of my acquaintances. I have made quite a few friends if I say so myself, I didn't help them with work, and being nice would result in so many friends. Of course, I was happy. "Be careful, Alara", Jake shouted with a smile as I ran past him and I gave him a small grin and thumbs up. I