Disclaimer. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.—"Twaine! Hey, Twaine!"I woke up to a seventeen-year-old girl sleeping softly in my bedroom."Hmmm. What the hell!"It was obvious in her voice that she was not yet in the mood to get up."That's bad! Get up there." I told her again as I dried my hair. I just finished taking a bath and this bitch is still asleep."I don't want to go to school!" She said lazily."Who told you not to come to school, huh?"I asked her annoyed."Just myself." She answered."Twaine!" I shouted at her. This kid pisses me off."Yes! My brother, I will get up!" She said and glared at me."Stop calling me brother, I'm your husband, not your brother." She knows how to annoys me."But you're 5 years older than me!" She reasoned out. "So, what?" Because of annoyance, so I climbed on the

Twaine's Point of View :I'm still restless because of what happened recently. Did Kyle see my naked body? "God! No!" I suddenly shouted here in my room. I hate those cockroaches, they ruined me. Why did I grow up afraid of just a little cockroach? Ugh! Kyle then saw my body. Yes, we're married, but even so! He shouldn’t have seen me naked. I am Twaine Isabelle Montenegro-Mendez, the little wife of Kyle. I am 17 years old and a 2nd-year college student. Since I couldn’t accept what had happened earlier so I left my room and went to Kyle’s room. I threw stones at the door of his room and kicked him out of annoyance. "You bastard get out of there!" I shouted as the door of his room continued to slam. "What the hell is your problem, little girl?" He suddenly appeared in front of me so I stopped crashing into his room because he came from the kitchen. "Why did you peek at me?" I shouted at him while slapping his chest. "I didn't mean that. Go to your room and sleep—" "— so, you g

Kyle's Point of View :"Flirty?" Her eyes began to water. I have seen so much pain in her eyes. It brought pain to me as well. "I am the flirty, now? Between us, does it me enjoying someone's company in school? Wow!" I was surprised to see her tears dripping one after another. I don't want to see her cry. Is what I said bad? I just didn't sleep last night because I was so worried about her, so it's normal for me to get angry. "—Kyle I fainted yesterday because of a headache and that man was the one who was there to save me! Because where are you? You're with someone else—right? I needed you so much yesterday, but you didn't show up!"I was guilty of the last thing she said before she finally entered her room. What did I do yesterday? Roxanne just invited me to come out, I thought she was just acting because the other day she was like that. But the cries she had earlier, I knew she wasn't pretending. I let her lock herself in her room first. I also decided not to come to school to

Twaine's Point of View :I awoke to a series of knocks on the door here in my bedroom. It was frustrating for me to get up and open up to whoever was treacherous disturbing my deep sleep. "Who are you—" I couldn't continue speaking when Kyle's smiling face appeared on me. "Good morning my wife!" he greeted me with a smile. "Why are you here?" I asked him emotionless. "Ouch!" He pretended to have pain in his chest. He held on there as he looked at me as if he was offended by what I said. "Don't you want to see me? I even cooked your favorite pancake and then that's how you'll open it to your handsome husband?" He said like a child. Wait, when did a serious Kyle Mendez learn to pout? Just now! "Didn't I told you to leave?" I still have no emotion. I was about to close the door of my room but he blocked his two arms there. "I'm sorry, my wife. I love you!" Damn this heart, why is it so fast to explode with the simple I love you of a Kyle Mendez? Argh! "Stop that nonsense joke, K

Twaine's Point of View :The smiles I didn't expect today still can't be erased from my lips. It seems like a while ago when I caught my husband kissing another woman. But because he explained about it, I couldn't get rid of the thrill. His confession and his sweetness. The setup of Kyle and I’s relationship has changed, maybe because we’ve both already admitted to ourselves our true feelings for each other. "Twaine," I stopped walking when Miss Roxanne called me. "Yes?" I politely asked. Even though she is my husband's woman, I still need to respect her because she is still my adviser. "How dare you!" She said softly but I knew she was angry. She really has the right to be angry now? What a shameless woman. "Why?" I asked her emotionless. "Stop acting like you don't know anything!" Her voice was strong and loud when she said those words to me. "What are you talking about, Miss Roxanne? I don't understand you." I said calmly. I don't want to ruined my mood just because of her.