I was imagining how my conversation with Mr Kimber would be. Since I wasn't used to him well, I felt this moment shouldn't have come in the first place, and it's all mom's fault for persuading me to have this conversation."Urrg! Can my life ever be better?" I grunted as I rolled my eyes sarcastically."You look beautiful, but you'll need to apply a little more makeup on." Mom said, rubbing the mascara on my face with a slight touch of the red lipstick. "Now, you look pretty much fantastic." She praised."Shouldn't we…" she didn't let me finish my statement, she cut me sharply."Please, not now, Delilah. Can you ever for once do some thing without complaining?"Of course I have to complain, this shouldn't be happening if not for her. In as much as I try to get as far as possible from Mr Kimber, she keeps pushing me forward. If he eventually finds out I'm Camila, he's definitely gonna hate me for the rest of his life.Not like I really fancy him, no, I guess Camila does."You're good t

I searched around with my eyes for Mr Kimber, honestly, I was missing him already. It's been days since he last showed up here. I was beginning to wonder if he had quitted coming.Honestly, he's my second reason why I am always eager to come here. But since he doesn't show up again, I feel like I'm all alone.I walked out of the stage, heading to my usual place to waste the rest of my time. The bartender. He served me my usual non-alcoholic wine which I busily sipped slowly. "What about the young gentleman?" He asked."What?" I asked, pretending not to have heard what he said."The young gentleman, what about him?" He repeated.That's actually what I have been thinking, I really don't know why he hasn't been showing up since the night I met with Mr Ramirez. I don't know, but it seems like he must have heard about my meeting with Mr Ramirez.Could it be that our previous conversation at the dinner would end up in vain? Well, that's only if he does love Camila."I don't know, I haven't

"Delilah! Delilah!" I heard a familiar voice call my name. "Delilah!"I flinched, returning back to reality only to see Abby staring awkwardly at me. What am I doing here! I looked at my shirt, only to see it in order. "Oh no!" I gasped. It wasn't torn, it was perfectly fine on me. Could it be…? Hold on, does it mean we didn't kiss? Was I actually thinking of all that stuff happening? Could it be that our conversation ended on good night?Abby flicked her fingers at me. "Hello? Are you listening to me?" Abby said, with her eyes widened."What happened?""What happened?" She asked back. "Am I supposed to answer that? I think I should be the one asking you that. I've been calling your name for twenty minutes now, gosh! I can't believe you're such a living dead." She walked to the fridge, "Are your parents aware you're here?" She asked."I'll talk to them." I said, collapsing on one of the sofas. I still can't believe I had gone this far to imagine Mr Kimber kissing me. I touched my lip

"And... I also appreciate the fact that you've been so nice to me."Mr Kimber hums, nodding as he starts taking slow steps towards me and I immediately walk backward.As he gets closer, he tilts his head curiously, a menacing look to his captivating green eyes. “Really now? Well tell me, what exactly gave you the impression I was nice darling?’'He stopped a few inches from me, and I instinctively took one step back, becoming more nervous than I already am. "I don’t know.'’ I stutter, shrugging my shoulders. "I just feel like you've been nice to me lately."He closes the gap between us, raising his brow a bit high. He tucks his finger under the strap of my dress, moving his finger back and forth underneath it as he watches thoughtfully."Nice? Is that what you'd call what happened the last time I saw you?” Memories flood into my mind of Mr Kimber grabbing my wrist and pulling me close to himself. The soft touch of his lips on mine, kissing me over every part of my skin.I was beginni

After the class, I followed her to her office. This is almost like the tenth time I have been called into a lecturer's office. I don't want any more detention, I mean... it obviously is too much these days."Shut the door properly." She said strictly, heading towards her desk. She carefully sat on her chair, "So, you've grown wings so soon, huh?" She asked and I stared bluntly at her."I'm talking to a human being and not an animal." She yelled. "I ordered every phone to be turned off yet, you went ahead pressing yours. What were you trying to prove? That I have no right to ask you to drop your phone or what?"She was beginning to sound more like my mom and I hated it. I hated to be talked to like a kid. "I'm sorry, ma'am." I said, not as if it actually came from my heart, but I only wanted her to see that I wasn't actually growing wings like she had said.Moreover, I wanted to get the hell out of her as soon as possible."I will take your apology this time, but when you play stubborn