I grabbed my bag and quickly headed out of the house. While locking our front gate, I almost jumped due to the car's horn. I looked at the parked car in front of our house and saw Hade and Jarred leaning on the hood with their arms across their chest. I laughed at what I saw. They're trying too hard to look cool, but not going to lie. They both look cool in that pose. I put the keys inside my bag and slowly walked towards them. I scanned Jarred's face. He has a patch on his right forehead, he tried hiding it through his bangs, but it was too short. He also had a band-aid on the left corner of his mouth. I can also see the bandage around his chest peeking on his polo shirt. I wonder where it goes. He texted me last night to meet up today to cover up what we missed yesterday, but we decided to meet at the Cafe as far as I know. What was he doing here? "I thought we're gonna meet at the cafe?" I asked Jarred, who's currently opening the door for me. He just lowers the corner of his mo

I haven't met Tycen personally, and being close with Hade makes me feel like I was with Tycen. There's a difference between them, but Hade made me think about what I felt when I was still in contact with Tycen. I'm not sure if this is because of Hade's actions towards me these last few days. But it was bothering me. I can't even look at him or talk to him without having these weird thoughts. I know it's insane to think like this, but how can I stop doing it when all I can think of is Tycen? How can different people have the same type of personality? They're not similar in all aspects. I'll never know I never met Tycen. But what if the Tycen I know was not the real Tycen, it's the Tycen I created in my mind? Wouldn't it be a great thing because I'll be able to move on faster? My overthinking was interrupted when I heard a knock on my table. I looked at the ghost in front of me, currently sitting at the table. He's smiling from ear to ear. "What now?" I asked. He faded and popped

It was so bright. I closed my eyes again. It feels so heavy; everything feels so heavy. I tried opening my eyes again, and I saw unfamiliar faces. They are wearing white coats and have stethoscopes hanging on their necks. I think they're talking to me, but I can't understand what they say. I blinked and looked to the other side, and I saw mom. She looks so worried; she's in no place to worry. She should be at home. Who the hell brought my mom here to see me at this state? I tried moving my fingers, but I couldn't move. My whole body feels so numb I can't even speak. It makes breathing hard. I heard the sound of a machine. One of the people in a white suit put an oxygen mask on me. It feels better. I closed my eyes and left the people around me in chaos. I want my peace back. ----- "I'll take Lianne and Paris home, and I'll be back; please stay here until I get back." I opened my eyes wide and tried to get up, but I couldn't. I felt someone's touch on my shoulder. Jarred smiled

I rode in Jarred's car; Mr. Agnello insisted on just riding one car, but luckily, Hank and Jarred insisted on using their own car so it would be easier to get home after dinner. Hank didn't argue when Jarred announced that he would take me with him. As we go across the road, my heart beats faster than usual. It felt like it was about to explode. I put my right hand on my chest, hoping it would calm it down slightly. "You good?" I glanced at Jarred, who was focusing on the road. I nodded. I know he'll see it in his peripheral vision. "Don't be nervous, we're just eating." easy to say than to do. I let my hand fall to my lap. How would I start investigating, though? How am I going to know who made Hade on a comma? Was it an accident or staged? We have arrived at La Push, and we were the last to come. They were all waiting at the table. We walked towards them and took a sit. I sat between Hank and Jarred, while Jackson sat on Jarred's left and Mr. Agnello sat on Hank's right side. S

After we talked to the staff of Arrow Publishing for the upcoming event, I told Jarred that I was not coming back to school, and he dropped me off straight at my house. I felt too tired. When I entered our house, it was a mess. I wanted to whine and get mad, but I didn't have the energy to produce those feelings. I just stared at Paris while I walked past her, and I didn't even bother to greet mom. I twisted the doorknob of my door and entered my room. I instantly locked it and slammed my body at my bed; I stared at the ceiling wall and listened to my growling stomach. I bet there's no food in the kitchen to eat. I have money, and I can just order anything. But if dad knew that I'm earning now, for sure, he won't hesitate to come home and enjoy his awaited retirement. And guess what his retirement plan was. It was me! I picked up my phone to check the messages and speaking of. He messaged me. 'As soon as I get my paycheck, I'll send it to you, but for now, I really can't find anyo