Harden. If going to beverly hills was what it takes to be with Alessia every day then I'll go there for the rest of my life. Over the few days I've spent with her, I've learnt so much and realized a lot. I always felt this strong pull towards her when she's near and her scent always intoxicated me whenever she's near. Her smiles, her voice, her eyes, her breathes, they all significantly pushed me, got me going. I wanted more. But I wanted to take things slow with her. After all we talked about yesterday, I knew she was going through a tough time. But there was something so different about her last night, it got my heart beating rapidly. She was the definition of beauty itself. The fingers snapping right in front of my face sounded very loudly to my ears, cutting me off my thoughts. I blinked repeatedly to find Tephanie bending over me, her fingers still held up in front of my face in a snappin

  I saw the disgusted look on my mom's face as she looked from me to Harden before fixing her eyes on me. But no glare scared me like that of Walter's. Walter steps up from behind my mom, his arms still folded and said "Alessia, what are you doing here?"  I saw the anger in his eyes, felt it more in his voice. I quickly rose to my feet, looking down to see the poker look on Hardin's face. How does he always manage to keep cool? Nothing ever surprises him. "Uncle..." I stuttered. "And who is that?" My mom asked, her eyes diverted to Hardin. Hardin stands up and speaks "I'm Hardin" "And who are you?" She pressed. "Mom, please," I cut her off "he's my friend" "I think it's time for you to leave the party sweetheart" Joxer said with a mischievous smile. I turned to look