Geoff : Ramara. Remy. The thought of her sent a rush through my blood.  I watched as she closed the door silently behind her after she peered into my room. She was glad her whore mother wasn't sleeping with me.  I wasn't in the habit of letting women into my bed, especially women like her mother. After an hour of waiting, I got out of bed. I had a camera installed in her room. Too fucking bad, I couldn't keep one in the bathroom. I didn't need to use secret cameras to look at a sweet little body that belonged to me. I would have my fill soon.  My dorogoy thought the locks would keep me out. A sinister feeling rose in me. If only she knew. She was too good for me. I didn't deserve her, but I'll be damned if I can't have her anyway.  I got out of my room and opened her door with my key. I didn't need to worry about making a sound. She was out cold tonight, not t

The next day, I woke up feeling much better. Thanks to Geoff. I brushed my teeth and took a nice long shower. I pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and a loose T-shirt. Just as I was about to head out, I noticed something in my room. Something small, black and round. Something very similar to a hidden camera. With my pulse pounding in my ears, I walked closer and I knew. I knew a camera when I saw one. With anger fuelling me, I reared my arm back and punched the camera, shattering it into pieces. With the same anger in my blood, I stormed into his bedroom, finding him buttoning his shirt up. Just when I thought he was redeemable. I should have know better. I fisted his collar and slapped him. Hard. His head whipped to the side. I refused to feel any guilt. "How dare you invade my privacy?! Did you get off on it?" He didn't say a word, his head slowly turning to

"Good evening! What can I get for you today?" I asked the middle aged lady standing in front of me.  "I would love a bubble tea and a scone." As I prepared her bubble tea, I heated up a scone. I put them both on a tray and placed it in front of her.  "Thank you." She tipped the jar and went to take a seat at an empty table.  The door opened again and I gritted my teeth in anger. Chelsea and her entourage. She was the queen bitch. I had beef with her and I did not want her in my cafè. But, when I saw Dahlia walk behind them, worry gnawed at my gut.  I saw that there were no new customers and went to their table.  "Dahlia! What are you doing here?" She smiled at me. "Chelsea wanted to get to know me better." I looked over at Chelsea and grimaced when she smirked.  

After Geoff used and discarded me like I was some whore, I did what I always did. What I was best at. Picking myself up.  I threw on the discarded T-shirt and went to my room to wipe out any trace of Geoff from my body. I didn't regret what I did. Like all the other bad experiences in my life, it taught me a lesson. A valuable one at that.  This time, I wore some pants. I didn't like wearing them at night, but I would have to bear with it.  I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. The leggings were scratchy on my legs and I hated that I had to wear them.  Sleep eventually came, but it didn't last long. I was up at 4 a.m. The difficulties of insomnia. I didn't want to take pills either, not that I ever visited a doctor for that.  After trying to fall asleep again and failing, I trudged to the bathroom. The soreness between my legs was a reminder of

When I entered the hallway the next day with Bran, I knew something was up. Many students were gathered around in the middle of the hallway.  When I also made it to the circle, I noticed a leggy brunette in the centre. I nudged Brandon with my elbow.  The brunette's eyes fell on mine and she smirked as Chelsea snorted.  "You must be Ramara." "And you are?" I felt Brandon's arm around my shoulder.  "I'm your cuz silly. Scarlett Hayden." She held out her hand and I reluctantly shook it.  Then, she roved her eyes up and down Bran's body, licking her upper lip and I instantly disliked her. It didn't take much for me to dislike a person. But, I'd give her the benefit of doubt since she was my cousin.  Still, her eye-fucking Brandon? Yeah, that was a crime in my book.