The driver finally arrives in front of Camilla's house, which is already booming with party music. Reece had already paid the driver online before we got to Camilla's house, so Reece and I just simply opened the door and alighted.When the driver starts his car and drives off, Reece and I turn around to take a full look at Camilla's house.Camilla's parents are rich. I mean, freaking, fucking rich. But I doubt if they really know that their only child is very bratty since they are too busy flying all over the world to build their wealth and leaving their imperial mansion to Camilla to do as she sees fit.A group of girls from my class dressed in skimpy party clothes wave at Reece and I as they walk past us, giggling at one another."We better go inside." Reece says, grabbing my hand. She starts to lead us both towards the house entrance.___________________As Reece and I enter fully into the house, the air hits my nostrils, reeking of booze and something fruity. I feel the nausea bui

Before I leave through the door to join Camilla outside, I pause for a while and turn back, my eyes scanning around the noisy house for Luke. Pain stops my heart for a moment when I don't see him. My belly burns with the thought of him being alone with that girl in some fucking room upstairs, allowing her mess around with him and having her rub her hands all over him and maybe even allowing her to fuck him—"Alicia." Reece calls, making me turn around. I walk towards her and when I reach her, she grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze."Why the hell did you agree to play truth or dare?" She whispers. "You and I are well aware of the fact that you haven't played truth or dare before in your life.""I will be fine Reece." I whisper back, my words coming out with a bit slur. "Don't worry about me."I pat the back of her hand wrapped around my hand. I lift it up and give it a little peck.What the hell is wrong with me?Well, whatever.Reece sighs and snuggles close to Michael with her hand

If a burning gaze has the power to kill, then it is certain that I should be six feet deep in the ground right now. Dead. Grilled to death by the hot coals blazing from Luke's glistening red eyes.Seconds that feel like insane torture pass by as Luke's flaming eyes burn into mine. He is not saying anything, but I don't want him to. Not yet.Not now that I am sure that his words will shatter me to pieces if he speaks them."Go to hell Alicia."And they do shatter me. To tiny, irredeemable pieces. He spits them out with so much venom that actually takes me to hell and back. My vision blurs, and I allow the tears to pour.My palm is itching with pain from the slap. What have I done? How. . . . . .how could I have been so stupid?"Luke I—"He turns away from me and walks over to the driver's door of the car. I watch him helplessly as he opens the door.He is about to enter, but stops."Uhm, about the project, I am almost done with the paintings. You can drop by whenever you like if you ca

I sink myself into the warm water of the bathtub, allowing the water to wet my messy hair. I pop up from the water and lay back my hair from my face before relaxing my back to the porcelain wall of the bathtub.My eyes close, and Sarah's words come rushing back into my head.I know I have never had a boyfriend before, and that I have been pinning the blame on my busy academic lifestyle for years.But Sarah's words are shifting the blame to something else. They are shifting the blame to something really hurtful that I am now realizing is undoubtedly the real reason why I have never even bothered to date someone, or even considered the thought of having a boyfriend.Before my parents' marriage crashed, they were the most lovely couple I had ever seen in my life. My dad loved my mum so much that he even tattooed her name on his right arm. The day he got that tattoo, he didn't allow any of us to have peace. He was brandishing it everywhere. He even wore sleeveless shirts for almost a mont

I climb out of the bathtub and wipe my wet body quickly with my towel. When I dash into my room, I glance at the clock.It is just 8:45am.Sarah must be very tired and probably asleep right now, so I will just drop her a note.I quickly go through my skincare routine of applying my body lotion and my facial cream and serum. Next, I throw on a black tank top and blue jeans shorts. The sun is surprisingly hot this early in the morning, and the last thing I need now is to feel sweaty in big clothes.I brush my hair and pull it up into a messy bun. After applying some powder and lip gloss with some perfume, I pick up a pen and tear out a sheet of paper from my rough book to scribble down a note to Sarah, to inform her that I will be leaving to go see Luke. Done, I grab my sling bag lying lazily on my bed and tuck in the note, my phone, my spare library key, and some cash from my drawer into the bag.I glance at the clock again. 9:02am.I look back at myself in the mirror and gulp in a bre