The red lipped woman who checked my boarding pass had a small fit when she read the name printed across it. "Kendrick?" she asked skeptically, scanning me up and down rather unprofessionally as she scanned my ticket too which made me to snatch it from her grasp instantly. "Yes!" I snapped back, trying not to feel offended by how disbelieving she was that I could be associated with the name, Kendrick. Already feeling a monstrously bad mood setting in, I slumped down in my seat with the sole intention to sulk for an hour. The first class area was obviously incredibleThe leg room was equivalent to that of two economy seats put together, and I was pretty sure that the seat reclined into a completely horizontal position. The only negative was the number of dirty looks I received from the economy passengers filing onto the plane after me. "Would you like to order a beverage, Miss?" a flight attendant asked."Yes. Some water, please," I replied.She placed the glass on my tray table with

"Blasi's Club? Why there?" Rianne asked"I don't know. William said it is really cool and tons of celebrities have been spotted there, so obviously he wants our second date to be there." Rianne rolled her eyes as our taxi driver eventually got over her stunning good looks and started the car. "That boy just wants to get in your pants, Lia, and he probably thinks getting you drunk is the easiest way to do that,” she said.Then she chuckled to herself as I sighed in annoyance, knowing very well that she had likely hit the nail right on the head there. "Well, I feel so guilty about still being caught up on another guy that honestly, I will go wherever he wants to." Rianne rolled her eyes pointedly as she pulled out her phone, undoubtedly to check that her deep pink lipstick and sharp winged eyeliner hadn't been smudged in the reflection it provided. "Still thinking about Mr. Billionaire, huh?" she quizzed.I couldn't help but feel slightly offended by the disappointed tone in her wo

Nicholas stared back at me, a look of anxious expectancy etched across his features as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. I quickly realized that I despised this particular look on him. “Don't look at me like that,” I said and he turned away, not saying anything. "We are here," he said softly. "Where is here?" I asked carefully. "My apartment complex," he replied nonchalantly and my heart stopped. "Wait, what? Why are we here?" I asked, almost panicking."This really isn't the time to answer all of your questions…" he started but I cut him off.“But…" I began and this time it was his turn to cut me off."Please, Ophelia. I have work to do and you are in no state to go home by yourself. Let's go." And then he was out the door, and for some deranged reason, I followed after him. No, it was not because of a deranged reason; It was just as if it was common sense to follow Nicholas Kendrick into his apartment building. l ignored the uneasiness welling up inside of me as I walked

"I didn't even know you cared. I am so sorry," I said.I stumbled over my words, my mind numb from everything he just confessed to me. "No. Don't you dare apologize. There is no need for that." His statement came out as a growl, and my lips instantly snapped shut. "I don't know what I feel, Ophelia. You were right about my lifestyle. I knew it long before you yelled it in my face," he admitted. I tried to smile to show that I had forgiven him, but he didn't return it. Instead he frowned deeply and pursed his lips. That was when I realized that he was staring at our clasped hands and I began to feel the tension in the air increasing again. "But to date; to commit to you... I have never done that before." He began to shake his head, and I could tell his emotions were starting to betray him. Fear coursed through me as he tried to leave the bed, looking desperate to escape the situation he had found himself in. I know he was scared of a situation where he felt something. And I coul

I fell back onto the couch with a thud, feeling weirdly satisfied despite how awkward that last half hour was to endure. William and I were officially broken up now, and although it took a whole lot of energy and effort, it was most certainly worth it to make everything clear between us. After waving goodbye to him for what I hoped was the last time, I attempted to keep myself as occupied as possible for the rest of the day. Just because I knew that if I had even a moment of time alone with my thoughts, Nicholas would be all that occupied them. Being the neat freak I was, I began by tidying up my entire bedroom, then I moved on to reorganize my desk. After that, I relocated every single pot, pan and beaten down piece of cutlery in my kitchen to their rightful drawer. After having had my fill of that, I decided to finally make an attempt at contacting my currently MIA roommate, who wasn't here to greet me and William and when we walked in. And who still hadn't shown up, despite the