Plinio's POV:“Celeste?”My eyes open as wide as the door. I think the alcohol has finally kicked in. Celeste is standing in front of me in a denim straight skirt, white cross stitch sweater, black leg warmers, and black Chelsea boots.A dark blue bandana is on the top of her head tied in a small bow and her ever-black hair is tumbling down to her waist. There is a mix of expressions on her face; joy, sadness, confusion but discomfort stands out in that contorted smile on her glossy lips.“Pizarro or Coronado?”Her abrupt question makes me lift my eyebrow. Then it clicks in my head what she’s talking about. About that history test, of course.

Plinio's POV: Today is the day of the week I rarely talk; Sunday because I have no one to talk to. I clean the mess in my apartment and put the coat Aunt Mary gave me in a bag to return the next time I visit her. While changing the bed sheet, I even find my hands-free that had disappeared a month ago. To my sheer luck, they are working just fine. Coming out of the kitchen, my eyes fall on the painting Celeste brought for me. These shades really suit the white aura of this whole room. I wonder if she painted it specifically for me or if she just painted it randomly. Of course, I wasn't the one in her mind. It would be surreal then. At the bottom right corner, her initials are written in blue paint. I didn't notice it before

Celeste's POV: "How does Nio even know how to help, let alone in algebra?" Being someone who knows each and everything about my life, I thought Kevin would understand. But I am proven wrong. He didn't even try. Instead, Kevin mocked me saying that Plinio is just acting to be nice around me and will show his true colors sooner or later. "For God's sakes, Angel, he's a bully!" But so am I. My mind bullies my body. Would Kevin break up with me for this reason? Kevin knows what everyone at school thinks of me; a golden girl with rich parents and not many cares except good grades. I am a liar. Why does Kevin support me in this lie? Kevin has helped me in mor

Plinio's POV: I can see her walking towards the door, towards me. She has not seen me yet but I can see her clearly. She's wearing a maroon apron with Kent embroidered with white thread at the top left corner. Her lips are pursed with distress. It is both mind-boggling and relaxing to see her, all my raging nerves have calmed down and I know exactly where I have to be; beside her. She pushes open the glass door and once she has spotted me, she stands in front of me, folding her arms. "What?" She snaps and despite the anger in her tone, it still sounds like a melody. But then her eyes widen with horror and it confuses. I look behind if there's someone bu

Celeste's POV: "I lost the match, Celeste. I lost and I'm not sad about it." "What match?" I ask Plinio, pulling the phone to my other ear and looking out of the dirty window of the taxi. "I am so happy that I could jump if I had the energy to. Ow!" "Why are you happy and in pain too? Plinio?" I exclaim through the phone. This boy will drive me insane. "And where are you?" "So many questions, Celeste," he laughs. "I'll be found in my bed for a few days now." "Plinio, you did not get into another fight, right?" I ask only to receive a guilty silence from the other side. "I'll be at your place in ten mi