"Kyrah please, wait. Just talk to me," Blake begs, trying to catch up with me, but I won't allow it. I start running. Fast! I can hear his fast steps behind me. Then he manages to get past me and I stop immediately, turning to where I came from, ready to run away but he pulls me into his hard chest and his arms secure me tightly."Leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you." I struggle in his arms, I am pushing him so hard but he won't move. He refuses to let me go. "Do you know that I can scream for help and you'd get in a lot of trouble? Let me go, now!" He loosens his grip on me but doesn't completely release me."I just need to talk. Please," he begs again. I can feel his warm breath on my face. His touch feels unfamiliar now. "You've got five minutes," I say through gritted teeth and he lets me go. He stays quiet for a while, looking at me."Four minutes! Time's ticking," I speak while tapping one foot on the ground impatiently. "

Roxy's POVI groan when I look at the dress I'm supposed to wear."Urgh! Dressing up twice in less than a week sucks as hell!" I pause and yawn, "I'm hungry.""What do you mean, 'dressing up'?" Kyrah asks me and I shrug. "I mean, wearing these outfits, they don't look like what I usually wear. Well I was excited to go to Rosewood but this time round, I just don't feel like dressing up. These dresses and heels can be quite uncomfortable you know. I hardly even wear dresses. Do I have to wear it?" I whine. "It's the only one you can wear. Plus, if you refuse to wear it, you'll end up being the odd one out. I've been to that place and people there don't joke when it comes to dressing up," she says combing her hair carefully as she stares at herself in the mirror. "So you mean our daily outfits are a joke?" I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms in front of me and she turns look at me. "Well... You can say that. If w

"Whoa! Hold on a sec, one, two, three million dollars for a piece I made when I was a kid? A painting that can't be compared to the Monalisa by Leonardo Da Vinci?" I am shook. How is this even possible. Nothing makes sense. "So who did you buy it from," Vic finally asks the question that I was about to ask. It's like he read my mind. We all stare at the man in front of us, waiting for a reply. "I am not in a position to discuss that right now. It's part of the puzzle," he says. "Oh my... Why isn't anybody telling us anything? This is annoying and frustrating," I complain as I pinch the bridge of my nose. Here we go again with the puzzle shit. I've never used my brain this much in a very long time, since school is not part of my schedule now. "So you mean that Roxy and Vic are now millionaires?" Kyrah asks, her eyes look like they're about to pop out. "Yes," the French man says. "As I said, I won't keep you here for long. Any other questions?" I squint as I think of any question

The final exams of the semester lasted a week and they were a bit fair. Considering the fact that I didn't study thoroughly. Although my friends really helped me when we were studying. I'm in my hostel packing up, ready for my holiday when my phone rings. It's Jim. I stare at the phone for a few seconds as it rings in my hand. "What does he want?" I ask myself. "Who is it?" Maeve asks, folding her bedsheets neatly and placing them on the bed. "Jim." I press the receive button and press the phone to my ear. "Hey, Jim?" I say. "Hey, have you already left yet? I kind of want to talk to you. There's something you should know and it's important," he sounds shy and nervous as usual. I frown. What could that be that's so urgent? "Okay, where can I find you?" I ask as I turn to face Maeve. "Cafeteria. Is Maeve with you? Please tell her to come too," he sighs, "This is insane." I think that wasn't meant for me, he's probably talking to himself. "We're on our way, now," I say and hang

Once we're done packing, Roxy helps me carry my stuff to my car and I lock them in the trunk."That's everything, right?" she asks while placing her arms on her waist. I nod in response and she tosses the car keys in the air and grabs them almost immediately. "Alright then. I guess I better get going. Say hi to Blake–""You did not just say that!" I gasp. "What? Can't I be a good in-law?" she shrugs and I laugh. "In-law? Really? I know you never meant that, so stop calling yourself an in-law," I say and she smiles and shakes her head. "Bloody hell, you know me too well! Yeah, I didn't mean it, but he's your boyfriend, so... I am trying so hard not to be mean," she says, blowing air out of her mouth. "I know, you're the meanest person I've ever met–" she cuts me off. "Oh hell no! Have you forgotten about the she-devil, Cruella Deville? She's the mean one here, not the other way around," she jokes. We both laugh. "Yeah, I almost forgot about Sabrina. It feels good to finally bre