"Don't go after him, dummy."My subconscious mind yelled at me. Maybe, it's really wise not to follow him. Since he doesn't wanna tell me what's wrong with him, I shouldn't force it too. Also, we just started talking again, I should make it seem like I've been waiting for this moment. I shouldn't be a stupid bitch. With those thoughts, I laid on my bed, packing all my notes together so that I can continue reading them. But still, my mind kept going back to the moment Romeo and I shared, I couldn't stop thinking about him.God! Romeo, what have you done to me?****"I'm looking good."I said to myself happily, as I stared at myself in the full-length mirror in my room. My eyebrows furrowed when I noticed that my lips kinda look dull. I think I have lip gloss. I quickly checked my drawers, I was glad that I found the lipgloss. The lipgloss was given to me by my best friend, Joey. The amazing fun fact is today is gonna be the first time I will use this lipgloss. I just kept it in my dra

"Romeo."I breathed.I sounded strange. I don't think this is my real voice, it came out as a moan, like I'm desperately pleading for something important. Well, maybe I am. I want us to stop what we're doing. I want us to stop but my body isn't paying attention to what I want. What I want is different from what my body wants. My body wants us to continue this our make out which is turning intense already but I don't want us to continue. I'm afraid about what might happens next."Don't you like it?"Romeo's husky voice snapped me out of my thoughts.He had stopped touching me, his hands slided away from my waist.I swallowed hard. Damn! I know that I really like what he wanna doing to my body. If I have the chance, I can spend a month with him so that he would touch me everyday."Just stand still and enjoy yourself, Ivy." He whispered softly into my ears.He pressed his lips on mine. The kiss was not rough like the previous ones. Instead, it was slow and passionate, sending warm tingli

I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, trying to control my anger. Honestly, I don't want to lose it. I don't want to lose my temper. I hate when I'm pissed off, what might come out of my mouth would be very mean. I started."Joey, just stop this childish act of yours, it's - "She interrupted me, before I could complete my sentence."You think I'm acting childish when you're the one behaving like an immature human being. So funny. I only invited you to a party and you're acting like I just asked you to rob a bank."My hands tightened into fists, I couldn't help but shoot her a deadly glare."You invited me to a goddamn party and I refused your kind invitation. God, isn't that polite enough? Parties are stupid and attending those fucking parties disgust me."I ranted. "Without those so-called goddamn parties, you wouldn't have met Romeo and hooked up with him."She retorted, glaring back at me. "Damn! Attending that stupid party and becoming attached to Romoe is the biggest mistake I've

"Romeo," A slow moan escaped from my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut. I shouldn't kiss back or let him prolong the kiss. I needed to push him away from my body. "Ivy," Romeo muttered under his breath.He didn't allow me to succeed in breaking free from his grip. He rather pulled me closer to him, his strong arms gripping my waist tightly. He broke the unexpected kiss. His ocean-like eyes pierced into my eyes, he then pressed his lips on mine.I could stop the kiss, the moment he stopped kissing me. But, I didn't want to. I couldn't pretend that I also wanted this to happen. I had spent a lot of lonely nights, thinking about Romeo kissing me. I hated myself for allowing him to continue kissing me. I hated my body for giving a fast response to his touch. The kiss was slow and passionate. I didn't kiss back. I wanted to but I didn't. It took everything in me not to respond to the kiss. I just stood there while he kissed me.I gave him the opportunity to kiss me, to touch me, to feel

I shut my eyes for a few seconds, swallowing a gulp down my throat. I couldn't stare at Romeo or mutter anything after the last thing I said. I glanced at Xander. His eyes were gleaming in delight, he was grinning from ear to ear. Why wouldn't he be happy? He should be happy because I chose him over his enemy. I was sure that Xander would be very pleased with himself right now. He would be feeling on top of the world. I took a deep breath and breathed out. I finally got the courage to look at Romeo. I stole a quick glance at him. Romeo's eyes met mine. His forest green eyes were a shade darker and he had a blank expression on his face. But, he was hurt. I knew it. He just did well to hide his feelings. "Okay," Romeo finally muttered. He stood up from the seat and walked out of the class, without sparing me a final glance. A line appeared between my brows. Why did Romeo leave the class? I only told him to vacate the seat next to me. I didn't tell him to get out of the class. Don'