جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 10

Everyone had different lifestyles, different aims, and goals. As for me, I was known as the nice girl. Even my best friend, Joey, would always say that I looked too innocent and naive to be true, too good for anyone. Ever since dad died of lung cancer, I gave up on friendship. My two best friends betrayed me and then taunted me about my father's death. Since then, I worked very hard to have good grades in school in order to attain a scholarship after high school to relieve my mom. Those had been my utmost priority before this lame party came up. Here I stood dressed in a body-hugging knee-length dress. Large blue eyes, pale blonde hair because that's who I am. Who is Ivy Young. My eyes scanned my body and my pretty dress. If I was truthful enough, I would say I look hot. This had been Joey's choosing not mine. My brows drew together. "Is this dress not a little short?" I asked, blinking my eyelashes rapidly. Joey turned to look at me, her honey brown eyes widened. "Oh my God! You lo

The whole car ride was in complete silence. I glanced over at Romeo, who was chewing his jaws so hard. His hands on the steering wheel were so tight that his knuckles were white. Why is he always angry? A couple of minutes later, we pulled up in front of my house. How did he know I live here? I looked over to him to ask but was interrupted. His brows drew together. "Stop staring at me and get out!" He practically raised his voice. What the hell? I haven't done anything, so why leach his anger out on me? "Don't raise your voice at me," I retorted, becoming angry myself. I got out of his car without saying thank you. He doesn't deserve one anyway. Since it was Friday night, I was in bed doing the usual. I was browsing the latest movies on N*****x when Joey rang me. "Hey Ivy, I wanted to text, but I knew you'd be awake, so I figured I could call instead." Joey's voice sounded rushed. Like how you would talk when trying to wear a really tight shoe. Either way, I've missed her vo

"Romeo, what the hell are you doing? He's only being nice," I yelled then pulled Xander away from his grip. "Like, fuck nice," Romeo yelled back. I don't want to fucking see him around you." "You can't order me around, I'm not your fucking girlfriend," I snapped at him and the whole audience gasped. If looks could kill, I would have been six feet under with the ground with the look Romeo gave me. He gazed at me for a very long time before walking away. I heaved a sigh of relief when he was finally out of sight. Poor Xander! "Are you okay?" I asked. He nodded his head in the affirmative and gave me his best smile. I squatted to check if he sustained an injury, with the way Romeo slammed him against the wall. Thankfully, he didn't have any wounds. "Should we go to the school nurse?" I offered, then pulled him up. He forced a smile. "I'll be fine Ivy, you should go before Romeo comes back." Fuck Romeo and his temper! I turned back and went to Joey's locker. "You'll never guess w

"Hey, Phillips! Where's my mom?" I asked my mom's boyfriend as I walked into the living room. Phillips and my mom have been seeing each other for a few months now. It's becoming something serious, and I kinda liked Phillips too; he treated me as if I were his biological daughter. "She went to get some groceries; she should be back soon," Phillips replied. "Okay. I'll just take a shower." I'll be meeting Romeo's mother this evening, and I'm really nervous. Even though this isn’t a real relationship, I still feel nauseous. Romeo will be picking me up anytime soon. Calling Joey made me feel better—she gave me the encouragement I needed. When I came downstairs, I found Phillips and Romeo talking. Oh God, no! This is no good. Why did he come early? "What's going on?" I queried them. I took in the scene before me. Romeo was sitting between my mom and Phillips, laughing at something only God knows. My mom winked at me. "You look hot in that dress, girl. Right, Romeo?" "You didn’t te

He lifted an eyebrow, gazing at me in disbelief. "You don't have a fucking right to shout at me, pussy." "Mind your language, Romeo," Mr. Banks shouted from across the room. Even though Mr. Banks intervened, I couldn’t just let it slide. He’d just thrown two insults at me—'fucking' and 'pussy.' Who the heck does this asshole think he is? "You don't tell me what to do, Old Roger," Romeo retorted, which made the whole class burst into laughter. It was definitely funny, but it was also damn rude. How could he talk to our English teacher like that? I turned to him, glaring. "You're fucking rude, you low-life dick." His brows snapped together. "Low-life dick? What the fuck does that even mean? You just called my dick 'low-life.' The same dick you've been craving. The dick that would make you paralyzed. The dick that would take your damn virginity." My hands tightened into fists. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. His crude words hit me hard, rendering me speec