…Everything Mr. Gab was saying in the classroom was breezing behind me. My attention and senses was on the moving hands of the wall clock, waiting for it to hit at12 o’clock on the dot. My audition starts in 9 minutes and uncertainties was lurking around the edge of my subconscious mind.  My chin rested in my hand as I drool to the wall clock counting out the seconds left in my head… 5,4,3,2, and before the bell chimed I was already on my feet.       I heard Emily call out to me and without looking back at her i grabbed my guitar and breezed through the hallway into the audition room. A little queue of hopeful singers winds around the room. My nerve ramped when I caught glimpse of Claire and her click, Tammy and Diana on the judges table. She was definitely up to sabotage me. Our eyes met and she gave me a tight-lipped smile. She lowered her head and started whispering with the girls. Ya! They are definitely up to no good. 

There is a lot of debate and stigma that surrounds teen love. Many adults brush teen relationships off, believing that they are unable to stand the test of time. However, this believe is not entirely valid. Call it puppy love or lust there are many popular people who married their High School love, like Lebron James and Savannah Bronson. The only problem on my part is that I love three and do not  want to lose either of them. I cannot choose between them because I love different things about them.High School wasn’t a smooth ride for me. I was seen as a freak, a farm girl, a nerd and nobody wants to be linked or associated with me. My self esteem got crushed in our first year when Emily and I auditioned for Cheer. I  got booed out of stage when I fell flat on my ass. Emily followed me, even though she got in.  She is this friend that’d give up her dreams to see you happy. She’d never be in something I wasn’t in on. Emily was always there f

I rushed upstairs and packed few of my basic essentials. Jake haven’t told me where he was taking me but I was very excited. I haven’t been on a road trip before, plus I’d like to drive. My Dad doesn’t let me get any close to his truck and I’ve been dying to drive since I got my driver’s license. Breezing downstairs my Dad was leaning on the door frame while Jake waited by his car. It was hard to envisage what was going on in his mind but he certainly wasn’t happy about letting me go. He’d never let me do anything he considered risk taking. Like when my class went on a hiking trip, when Emily’s mum invited me to go camping with them, going to an excursion was strictly under his watch too … a whole lot of fun stuffs he restricted me from doing because I’d get injured. I was surprised when he told me to go with Jake. Totally unlike him.I went up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder… He gazed at me for a moment and enveloped me into a hug.    &nb

I laid on my back all night staring blankly at the ceiling, reminiscing on my sexcapade with Jake. I had told myself it was a momentary madness that I’d be able to forget all about it if I stayed away from him. The physical effect of it still lingers.I hadn’t just marked him, along with the mark, I also bruised his emotions when I ignored his confession.  I didn’t know when I drifted to sleep but I was awakened at the crack of dawn by the beep beep sound of my alarm clock. I bolted upright on the bed, rubbed my bleary eyes with the back of my hand and lazily plopped back on top the bed. It was Monday, and I so freaking hate Mondays… I hated this particular Monday more because I will be cleaning the entire auditorium under Claire’s supervision as my punishment for missing rehearsal.I darted my hand on the table for my phone, sending other things flying to the ground. I grabbed my phone, swiped a thumb on it to unlo

I stepped out of the school compound and head towards the bus station when I saw Jake leaning on his back beside his car patiently waiting. He looked exhausted, like he’s been waiting for a long time. I wanted to snuck behind a car in the parking lot but he glanced up at me just in time. My blood pounded through my veins at the intense of his gaze. My heart leaped to my chest, my nerve-ending tingles as I hold his gaze for some seconds before looking away. There might just be a tiny possibility that what I feel for him is more than attraction. I swallowed hard, and hesitantly walk up to him.    “Hey!” his voice tinged with glint of huskiness as his boyish smile gleamed in the rays of the sun, reveling his weakness. Under those thick masculine body is a masked softness and naivety that gives me strength over him. He wore a sleeveless shirt and a short, leaving his nicely shaped legs exposed. He looked even hotter in his cowboy h