Dabby: The moment Damien made a promise if we could prove our relationship to him, made me wonder why he was going to such lengths to care if our relationship was real. It made me relieved honestly that he was doing that, because I could finally cancel the evil deed that he made me go through. Mason gave me the look that questioned if I was willing, as we had planned before when I agreed to be in a fake relationship. I knew he was my friend and wouldn't want to hurt me, and I had agreed without freaking out, that we could go cool lengths of skinship. Mason's lips touched on mine gently, and it wasn't as suffocating as I thought it would be, even if I intentionally held my breath. It was just a normal lip kiss, and it wasn't so weird. It however felt different from the one I had with Damien. I didn't get the spark. After we left Damien's sight, Mason apologized for doing that, and I said it was okay. I hugged him instead and thanked him for helping me get rid of Damien, long enoug

Dabby"I cannot believe that we are going on an unnecessary vacation trip planned by you. The midterms are for relaxation, mum," I murmured continually as I carried a barbeque pan with me, while she carried the box that she had packed to the living room. "You will love it, dear. Your father's friend owns the vacation house, and we are allowed to use it as much as we like," she said with a brilliant smile, and I knew that her mind was made up. Anything I would have said would not matter any longer. "Is everyone going? Like everyone?" I asked again like I didn't know the answer to my question, and mum looked at me incredulously."What do you mean everyone? We all are going. You, me, Spencer and Damien. It is called family bonding, and it is what we need now. The midterms sped up the process," she gave me another coy smile again, and her confirmation ruined my mood even more, "Hurry up and bring your bags down. We leave in the next twenty minutes." I certainly couldn't imagine how it

DAMIEN:The shadow of her pretty face was close to mine, when I laid on the swim chair. I could smell the sweet fragrance of the berry juice she drank, and it seemed to intoxicate my senses. I pulled her head back immediately I realized that she withdrew, and those pretty heart lips caught my eyes. They looked so irresistible at that point. Her tongue and lips were in my mouth, and I kissed them passionately like I had longed for them. And it was true. I had. Probably since the day that we had a bump kiss, or even earlier than that. The one that happened a few days ago in the backyard of our house, was the alcohol that I drank controlling what I wanted. When I realized what I had done, I was too taken aback to talk about it immediately we broke from the kiss. I took advantage of my drunken state to leave her there without saying any words, and to also pretend like I didn't remember anything the next day. I felt so much guilt. I felt so bad for everything that I had done, that

Dabby: Ryder high."You came at the perfect time. I couldn't have asked for more," I said to Mason, when we made our way into the class. "Did anything happen between you too? The tension was quite intense when I came," Mason stated his observation, and I didn't say anything. There was too much tension between me and Damien, and they were about things that we could never tell anyone. "I don't know. He was trying to be a jerk for some reason, but everything is fine now. How is the cafe running? I feel so guilty for having to take days off for my family vacation," I said truthfully, diverting the topic of our talk from Damien and me. "Everything is fine, except that we missed you. You wanna hang out later? At an arcade? Play games together?" He asked me, and I nodded with a smile. As usual, I was announced as the person who was first in every test we did in class, and the sneers that people passed to me weren't as glaring as I expected. Everyone had probably learnt how to accept

Dabby: After witnessing something upsetting almost an hour ago, I found it difficult to enjoy my dinner or the ambiance. It was particularly challenging to remain composed while dining with my stepfather's father, especially after crying my eyes out just moments before.During the meal, I became increasingly distracted as Damien's grandfather bombarded my mother with questions. I only snapped back to reality when he inquired about our town and school.Despite feeling uneasy, I tried to engage in conversation with Mr. Anderson, who appeared to be in a foul mood all evening. As my mother recounted how she met Damien's grandfather, I couldn't help but think about the shredded pieces of paper I had stashed away in my closet.As soon as Damien's grandfather left us a package and departed, I hurried back to my room to retrieve the papers, including the one I had glued together. I locked the door, turned on some music, and got to work. 'I was going to make a meaning out of these papers toni