Cheska I laid there with the covers drawn to my neck staring at the ceiling, wishing I could sink between the sheets and disappear into thin air, but unfortunately my wish was not granted. Maybe God was punishing me for moaning so much last night, if that even made sense. Although I felt much pain, it still felt good. Is that a normal thing for my first time? I don't know! I sideyed Prince who was fast asleep. I felt relieved that he wasn't awake to see the awkward look on my face at this moment. I needed to figure out what type of face to put on since he saw and explored every inch of my body last night. I replayed the scene in my head, and it made me cringe. Did I even moan right? I rolled my eyes and sighed. I thought it would be all roses after sex, but instead, I wanted to disappear. I nervously watched the clock hoping he would sleep until midday, or maybe even until tomorrow. Does my pussy have that power? The power to put him to sleep for days? The swore feeling had me yearn

Cheska "Get out!" Prince voice boomed through the door. A few seconds later a young woman ran out in tears. "What did that poor girl do for you?" I asked as I walked in. He looked up at me from his computer screen. "Nothing," he replied, rubbing his forehead. I placed the casserole dish on the table. He gave me a flirtatious smile. "You look beautiful today sweetheart." "So, I looked ugly yesterday?" "You are not about to put me in this situation." he chuckled. He got up from his chair and walked towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Can I kiss you now that you've seen for yourself that I'm free from aids despite being a whore?" I rested my forehead against his chest and laughed, then I looked up at him. I had followed him to get tested at the doctor. Maybe I wasbeing paranoid, but him having so many sexual partners was a call for concern. Luckily, to my relief, he was safe, which means I am safe. Now we could have sex anytime, anywhere and my mind didn't have make-up s

THE PAST BEFORE A TRAGIC THINGS HAPPENED I stare outside the window as the cab speeds off to Los Angeles City. The sun casts its ray toward the glass, making me wince. The song from my favorite Band, SB19, pounds in my ears as I listen to it on my iPad mini. I can't help the smile on my face, excitement building up inside me. In a week, I'll be starting college -- and what could be better than living college life with my big brother? I know that some people might think it's weird. How can I have freedom if we enroll at the same university? He's in his third year now, and I'm a freshman. Now is the right time to experience new things and explore another world, so we don't need another bodyguard. But trust me, I can't complain about my brother. Truth is, I can have fun with him, and that's even better. A smile forms on my lips as I remember his promise to me that he would show me everything about my new university, what things it can offer, his friends and the town. Everything I've mi

"So, what do you think?" Prince asks, a smile tugging at his lips. "About what?" "This place." I sigh, looking around. "Crowded." I don't have any other words to describe, admitting that the place might be the most happening spot in town right now. Again, a group of girls peer at me from the corner of the room, catching my attention. "Am I doing a sin or what? It feels so hot in here, with all those glares shot in my direction." I fan myself with my hand. Prince turns his head towards the girls, making them abruptly look away. He faces me again with a smirk on his face. "Don't worry. I'm not dating any of them." "I can't believe a guy like you can stay single," I blurt out, recalling Drake's conversation with a girl named Alexa a while ago, only to regret it later. It might sound like a cheap pick-up line from any girls, but really, I genuinely think that way. Every girl would line up to become Prince girlfriend. Not me, of course. I'm not interested in developing my feelings fo

It has only been two days after my first day at New York University, and here I am, stuck in the house, doing assignments in the living room. I do have much more free time -- compared to when I was in high school -- but there are a lot more modules I have to catch up to. Geez. I wish I could be more laid back and didn't have to be a perfectionist when it comes to studying. I should be strolling around the town with Kyla, perhaps, grabbing some pizzas or going shopping at the mall. I glance at the clock. 11 pm. Where is Drake? He's not back yet, and I don't remember him telling me that he had a football practice today. Maybe he's having a date. I blow a sigh, placing my chin on the table. The doorbell rings, and my mood brightens up. Here he comes. 'Coming." I hum, tottering toward the door. When I open it, I'm surprised to find Prince standing by the door. "Hey." He smirks, and I feel butterflies in my stomach. The fact that he's wearing a white shirt with a black leather jacket