Until Nabrel came back with two plates full of food, I was still in my reverie. I could hear him saying something but I couldn't make up of his words. There's only one thing that's running inside my head right now.I shook my head a bit, trying to erase that thought. I picked up the utensils, removed the tissue around it. I tried to taste the pork, but I failed. It was too bland, at least for my taste... or because of my bitter mood right now.. I glanced at Nabrel, who was silently eating beside me. When he felt my gaze, he turned to me. He chewed slowly as he stared at me. His eyes dropped on my plate."D-Don't you like that food?" he asked softly.I bit my lip, and tried to smile. "I like it. It's good." My voice was husky. I don't even know if I said it clearly. I was glad that I was able to stop my voice from trembling. If that ever happens, I would just wish to disappear. The image awhile ago was still playing inside my mind, drying my throat. I grabbed the drinks and sipped fro

I grabbed my chiffon cover up and immediately followed them to the guestroom. I was still severely trembling like a leaf, tears unstoppable. I was so scared. I don't think I would be able to sleep tonight. Nabrel puts down Blair on the bed. They were both dripping water. I stood behind Nabrel. I bit my lower lip while contemplating the right words to say. I sniffed quietly, wiping my tears. I glanced at my Dad who was looking at me with his cold eyes and crossed arms. He pursed his lips and cleared his throat. I averted my gaze. Regrets filled my insides, making me weak. I probably look stupid now. "Blair, I think you need to change your clothes first. You should rest for a while. You can leave tomorrow," Dad announced. Nabrel was sitting on the side of the bed, staring at Blair who had a small smile on her lips."Thank you so much, Sir. Uhm, I'm sorry. The bed is soaking wet because of me...""No. It's fine. Change your clothes. You might get sick." I swallowed before opening my

I received a message from Kennedy at 10 in the morning. He said that he'll be here earlier than our other groupmates. They stick with the plan of coming here at lunch. They were probably lazy to move."Your classmate is waiting for you downstairs, Ma'am. He said his name is Kennedy," Josefa informed me when she knocked on my door.I nodded and asked her to offer Kennedy a snack. I saw Kennedy sitting on the couch when I was coming down the stairs. He didn't touch the sandwich infront of him but he almost finished the juice. "Uhm, should we start now, Talianna? I brought my laptop," he uttered as he stood up.I pouted, nodding."Alright. I'll just go back to my room. I forgot to bring my laptop. And please, text our groupmates and tell them that we're gonna start the project," I said before walking away.We sat on our lanai. I asked our maid to prepare bite sized watermelon and strawberries for snacks.I looked for possible sources in the internet. Our topic was a bit complicated so

Blair was pregnant. I don't know why but that thought occupied my mind the whole day. She was pregnant and... who might be the father of her child?Nabrel...I can see how worried he was about Blair. He may have told me a lot of times that she was not his girlfriend, that's not what I'm seeing from their actions. They were more than that. And I'm sure of it.It's possible that they are not in a relationship but it's also possible that they have been doing it. People are normalizing that nowadays, right?But who am I to judge them? Could it be? That Nabrel is the father? No matter how I tried to erase that thought in my head, it just won't stop bugging me to destruction. Do I have to ask Nabrel about this? If he's the father? I won't be at peace until I find the truth. They are both of legal age. They are also graduating and surely, they have plans for their future. They are both endeavoring to become a successful engineer. And having a baby won't be a big problem for them... I was q

"Talianna! Don't refuse! Here. You're drinking, right?" Leigh offered me a bottle of beer. I put my phone inside my bag. I stared at the beer for a moment before taking it with a heavy sigh. This will be the first time that I will be trying this kind of liquor. I usually drink red wine. I've never tried hard liquors.But when I was about to bring the beer in my lips, someone aggressively grabbed it from me. I gasped as I looked at the jerk who did it but I froze when I saw who it was.My eyes met Nabrel's murderous ones. His face was dark as he clenched his jaw tightly while looking at the people inside the hut. He furiously put down the beer on the table."N-Nabrel! You didn't tell us that you're coming!" Leigh uttered with surprise in her voice.Nabrel didn't say anything. His eyes went back to me. He looked really enraged. He bared his teeth in a grimace, his dark eyes were giving me a cold stare. He squinted at me through hardened eyes. "How many beers have you drunk already?" h