“You cook so well,” Mr. Oscar said with a mouth full of food.“Thanks,” Elena’s mother, Clara, replied with a smile.Elena felt disgusted at their action, making her scrunch her face as she faced her food back, punching the fork inside. They arrived early, helped set the table, and also set the desserts they brought. He had brought his five-year-old son, one who talked more than a five-year-old should do. He had cute, curly hair, brown eyes, and puffy cheeks, but he was Mr. Oscar’s son, and she wasn’t sharing her mother with him anytime from now.“Are you going to get married to my father?” He said all of a sudden.The table fell into a sudden silence, and they all raised their heads to look at him. He had said something that all made them freeze when they just arrived, and this was the second time he was dropping another,“You look just like my mother. You have the same hair,” that was the first thing that came out of his mouth.Mr. Oscar was the first to drop his spoon, shifting his

The whole week turned out badly for Matthew. He had not thought his week could ever go like this, starting from Elena forcing him to a party, Jeremy rejecting her, and him finding her on his bed again. Not in his wildest thought did he think he could have sex with Elena, not to talk of once, twice.“Fuck!” He cursed out, slamming his fist on the wall.He should have controlled himself. He knew how much he craved her. He wanted to be with her and bury himself in her now and then. But they were not together, and he even doubted if Elena saw him that way. She was pretty last night, and the images of her naked on the bed with the other guy pushed him. He remembered the sex night, how she had held him tight and asked him to go in deeper.He wanted all of that back, and when she kept persisting in the car. He packed at a corner and told her she would regret it before fucking her mindlessly. But he was unsure if she was regretting it because he was dreading what would happen next.“Matthew,

“Matthew,” Sarah called out suddenly, interrupting Matthew’s view as his eyes turned to her.Restraining from saying anything that’ll make her angry, he curled his lips up and stood up to hug her, shocking the life out of Sarah.“How are you? I’ve been waiting.”He said, adjusting a chair for her.Sarah took her seat, still in utmost shock, while Matthew glanced back at where Elena was seated, a frown etching his face as he saw only Jeremy sitting on the chair. He glanced at the exit to see Elena walking off, the expression on her face not visible to him, but he knew it was not good.Some parts of him wanted to know what they discussed, while other parts didn’t want to know.“I was caught up in something. I’m sorry.”Sarah replied, pulling her tray closer to herself and throwing Matthew a small smile.Matthew looked at her and smiled, too, continuing with his lunch with only a thought on his mind, Elena. She didn’t even finish what she got or didn’t even take more than a bite from it.

Elena woke up very early the next day. She had things to do, starting from finishing her last night's assignment to quickly preparing breakfast for herself and her mother. She didn’t know where she got the energy from, but she did all of it. She packed a mini breakfast for Matthew, too, his favorite, toast bread with scrambled eggs, before proceeding to take her bath.It was not until she finished all she was doing that her mother stepped out of her room.“Hi, Elena,” she said as a yawn escaped her lips.“Hi, mom. You came home last night. I hope everything is fine. You don’t need to bother about me getting to school. Matthew would be coming for me. And there’s breakfast for you already, just seat, eat and go to work. I love you.” She rambled out, picking her plate and flipping to the chair.Clara's eyes widened as Elena’s words sunk into her head. There was breakfast and she was already ready for school. The part that got her was the breakfast. Hastening her steps, she rushed to the

The course is given in a blur, everything happening too rapidly, and Elena is on her best behavior. The teachers didn’t bother her anymore, and she was more accessible than in the past week. She packed her book as she heard the bell for the cafeteria, rushing to get lunch for Silver before getting hers. Silver had texted her during the last class that she needed to be in the art studio immediately but was hungry.She wrote down what she would like to eat for her and asked her to help her with bringing it to the studio after. Elena was the first to get on the line in the cafeteria, and she ordered both of their foods and dropped hers on an empty table before scrambling off to the art studio.“Hey…” she called out as she entered, meeting Silver at the front of a sketch board with two paintbrushes in her hand.Silver had a passion for painting, but what Elena did not understand was why she was coming to school when she could have gone to an art school where she could focus on it. They al