My eyes were burning.I had this ache between my eyes which could be because of how tired I was but I had no choice.After dinner, I went straight to study. I made notes in sticky papers from the document Luka made and tried to simplify things as much as I could before I placed it all over my dresser, where I constantly had to read or see them. Reading with his guide made things a little easier, it was just that I had a lot on my mind. Still I forced myself to stay there for three hours studying and wandering off then studying again. My phone was just on the dresser beside me. Luka always accused me of not treating my phone like a mobile device which could be carried, so I tried to make sure that it wasn't within arm's reach tonight. What did he want to call me about? What did we have to say? I wish we could go back sometime. To Master and Pet and the bullying. At least we didn't have to talk. I didn't have to see his scars, or sleep in the same bed with him. "Arghhhh!" I yelled

LUKA.She didn't want to go with me. I could see the internal battles as she thought about it, so when she made an excuse not to go I wasn't surprised.I could make her go with me and she would. I just didn't know if it was the right choice. So I forced a smile and made it seem like I was okay by her decision. She wanted to do the sensible thing of having space between us. I tried that route the whole of this week and I was committed to it before she came in bearing goodies with a shy smile in that dress.All week I've tortured myself with wanting to know more on how she tastes, how she will respond if I take things between us a notch higher and I couldn't help but stay away. When she finally left I sighed. This thing between us was becoming so confusing. I didn't do love and all that sappy shit but Bella deserved that. I watched her alot in class when she wasn't looking, and she was the reason why I was skipping the cafeteria often. Every time I saw her laugh at one of Jamie's stu

BELLASomething has changed. I don't need a soothsayer to tell me or Luka acknowledging it, but I know something has changed since that night. Luka has avoided me before but this was a discovery. It felt like I suddenly vanished off the face of the earth to him and his world moved on and I never existed in it. The next morning after I woke up, he was gone. I wasn't surprised that he was, but it was also the last time Luka and I were in the same space. It was like he made it his life mission to always be occupied with something or someone. He was almost never alone in school or had time to return any of my messages. Just like right now, he was smiling at something Maya said. He looked so caught up with her that for once I wanted to be that jealous bitch that told her that he was screwing with me all the while that he was with her. I burst into a hysterical laughter the moment the thought crystallised in my mind. Like she cares? Just because I was not okay with their arrangement

LUKA"Hi." I wanted to force a smile to make him more amenable to me but I frankly didn't have it in me. Jamie looked surprised that I was talking to him and that he didn't care about my tone or expression. That didn't stop him from being hostile though, "hi." "Isabella is not in school." I informed him, even though I was sure he was aware. It's been two days. Surely she can't skip school for ever and she would have to deal with me. "I know." He went back to his meal and I sat down in front of him waiting for more explanation. There were a ton of questions just under the tip of my tongue.Why didn't she come to school? Was she okay? Did she say anything about me? "What?" He snapped when he found out that I was not gone. "Why is she not in school?" I asked gently. "Is she not your friend?" I didn't care for the sarcasm in his tone. "No." "Well, sorry about that." With a smug smile. With that he picked up his tray and he was gone. I had this strong urge to punch his smug fa

LUKAShe hates me. I could see the disgust in her eyes as she looked at me in that hallway. I have successfully turned her love into hate. It is what I wanted, so why did I prefer the stars in her eyes to the pain in them now. "Baby boy, why so gloomy?" I raised my head to stare at Zoey and opened my mouth in shock. "Zoey!" She threw her head back and laughed with so much gusto that I couldn't help but smile. "Is it that bad?" She teased her fingers through her pink coloured hair. "Real life Barbie season." I hailed and her eyes lit up. The pink in her hair matched her entire outfit of pleated skirt that came down a few inches from her ass and an off shoulder crop top. The thigh high boots that had fishnet stockings complimented the whole deal and it was a chic combination. "Like my outfit?" She asked with a proud smile and I nodded. "I always look good, you know?" This was Zoey; she was way too self conceited to ever come up as humble or shy. I could focus on her rambling a