EMILY'S POVI closed my eyes the moment I slammed into him. I was expecting a push or a hard slap but instead, I got a hug.My brain processed the hug and the familiar cologne. I raised my head to Devin. He looked so worried and just held me tightly against himself.That instant I felt safe. I didn't feel the need to keep running or hide. Devin was here and I knew he was going to protect my ass.I held him right and he brushed my hair wet hair away. He raised my face and kissed me under the rain. Everything else stopped and the only thing I could think of was his lips ok mine. His kiss was hunger filled with fear. He tasted like a latte and I loved it.He broke the kiss and kissed my forehead. "Xavier is waiting, let's go."I gave a nod and turned behind me to see if the bad guys were in sight but I didn't see them.He put his hands around my waist and we walked to the end of the road. When Xavier saw us, he hurriedly walked toward us."Emily," he worried called and wrapped his hands

The ride back home was longer because Xavier decided to follow a longer route. I didn’t mind as long as he took me home to get some time alone. He played music with his stereo and I just wanted to yell at him to turn it off. I couldn’t believe I was having a wet dream about Devin in school. It felt so real that I thought he was actually touching me in reality. His bemused look when I opened my eyes made me swallow hard in embarrassment. He had no idea how bad I was moaning his name in my dreams. Sadly, it never happened! We arrived home and I jumped down from Xavier’s truck. I held my bag pack in my left hand and closed the door with my right. I walked to the front door and it wasn’t opened. I twisted the doorknob and had the door flying open. The house looked empty and I wondered where on earth they could have gone. They asked Xavier to drive us to school with the truck because they weren’t going anywhere. I was going to call them but only after a quick sh

I woke up an hour before it was time for church. I didn't want to miss the service today. I missed going to church and just woke up feeling the need to go. I wouldn't relate it to how I felt after that night but I dressed up and got ready for church. Dad made us attend The Trinity Church whenever he was around. We stopped going for a while when The Trinity Wall street decided to start a three-year revival project to reinforce the worship experience. As a result of the project, the nave of the church was closed. While I was scrolling on my phone I checked on the update and saw there was going to be a joint service at St. John's Chapel. I looked at the time of the services and decided to go by 8am. The rest services looked strange because I never attended anything other than the normal sunday service. I had no idea what it felt like to attend the prayer weekdays, Eucharist weekdays and the rest. Just maybe I was going to give a try sometime but at this point

This was exactly what I talked about when I said the thought of school makes my tummy grumble. I sat at my desk looking at my script. I just finished taking a test and was going through my work. I stared at the paper and twitched my lips. I kind of wish I prepared for the test and not sit here looking unsure of what I had answered. To think that I didn’t read till fifteen minutes before the test just showed how unprepared I was. I stood up after thinking if I should submit it yet. I finally decided to submit so I walked to the professor’s mahogany table and dropped my script with him. I left the class and walked to the hallway. I first headed to the restroom to take a piss and check my reflection. I knew the test already made me look sort of homeless so I walked to the washing sink and washed my hands. I raised my head to see my reflection and heaved a sigh. I wasn’t looking as bad as I imagined in my head. I rinsed my face and then used my hands to brush my hair back

Emily kept asking me questions. I didn't want her worrying or asking me questions about what I told her earlier. I answered her and assured her I'd be back soon. I lied to her that it was an errand Dad sent me because she would keep asking for information. I knew I wasn't going to be back soon but I had to say that. As I stepped out of the house, I reached for my phone in my pocket and raised it. I quickly sent a text and shoved the phone back into my pocket. The lights in the train car flash as we passed through another tunnel. Getting to the downtown from where we lived was as tasking as you could imagine. In forty minutes, A crackly voice blares through the speakers notifying me of my stop. I raised my head from the screen of my phone and I looked around. I didn't notice the people around me till the voice announced I had gotten to my destination. It was my first time coming to this part of New York and I hoped everything went well. I knew it was a