Chapter 11  Come morning, the humiliation I felt was still fresh and I cringed every time I recalled how rudely I was rejected by Mr Young. Literature class is just a step away and with a last minute decision, I texted Ethan and pivoted my heels towards the opposite direction of the literature class. I knew I was being a coward, an oddball but getting rejected does that to you. Don't try this at home.  Ethan appeared five minutes later, he was grinning with mischief like cutting classes were the most adventurous thing I had ever done.  “Wow! Miss Green cutting classes!?” he exclaimed mockingly.  “Don’t make me regret this. I

Chapter 13   Beauty Pageant    Beauty pageant   The words couldn't stop ringing in my head, I just wanted to wallow in peace because five hours ago, I was closing the chapter of my one-sided love with my English teacher. Added to that, Aunt Shirley new’s of Mark's arrival made me want to howl and cry for many hours.    Aunt Shirley heels clicked on the marbled floor as she walked ahead of me, assessing the rows of clothes with her keen eyes. Her way of visiting me is normally taking me shopping and stocking my fridge with heavy loads of healthy foods and fruits. Aunt Shirley loved me in her own ways although the two of us are both bad in expressing what we felt for each other. 

Chapter 15 Mark disappeared inside my apartment, leaving his shoes scattered on the doorstep. My initial plan was to let him crash on the guestroom but at this rate, Bibi deserves the guest room while I lock him in a cage so that he won't make my things messy and ughly. The nerve of that guy!  “Chloe, Where is my room?” He reappeared dressed in his sweatpants and white blue t-shirt. I didn't miss the way he wore his socks in summer.  “Aren’t you Hungry? I could make something.” I offered. He scoffed and peered behind me seemingly communicating with a spirit on the doorway.  “You looked mad. Is it because of my shoes?” There was a proud look on his face like he

Chapter 17 When Saturday rolled over slowly and painfully, Mark and I took the cab, runned across the streets of Boston, and showed up at the place where Aunt Shirley had informed us where we were to practice our dance.  The first hours of learning the dance steps were a complete horror, one which I hated to even think about. We did a little warm up and the basics, and of course Mark's foot got a little swollen because I couldn't even count the time I had stepped on his feet. To say that this dance wouldn't even be successful is an understatement, No. We wouldn't even get past the first steps.  Currently, we are back at our neighbouring Restaurant, five houses down from my apartment-  The place where Mr Young had brought me one time, when the two of us were too lazy to cook. It was a simple dinner but I still remember

Chapter 19 His lips are warm and soft against mine, my arms go around his neck pulling him unexplainably close towards mine leaving no space between us. His fingers trails along my arms and squeeze my hips with his other hand, I let out a moan of contentment, playing with the small hair of his neck.  His lips are demanding and possessive, showing me only he could make me this way, filled with excitement, thrill and something so much more that words can't define it. “I’ve missed you” he says, after pulling away from our kiss . I watched in daze, not quite believing that the three minutes-kissing had really happened.  When I refused to say anything, Mr Young's