The ride to Devon's house is awfully quiet. Emma stares out of the window the entire time, headphones in her ears as the driver drives along. Though she looked calm on the outside, I could tell how tense she was coming along with me. The hands tightening on her jeans was a dead giveaway. I bit my already sore lips, letting out a sigh. Houses zip by us as the car drives along and my stomach twists painfully. I should not have done this, I repeat to myself over again... But, what was I supposed to do? Bringing out my phone, I went to my email and read the last message that was sent, and my breath caught in my chest. 'My driver will come to pick you up,' it read. I can see my hands shaking and I quickly take deep breaths to calm myself. It has already happened, I might as well deal with it. It's already late and dark purple streaks are lining the evening sky.We finally arrived at a residential area of some sort and there was a quick change in scenery. Huge homes lined the streets, all e

Long after Devon left, I decide to take care of my business. Being left alone in this huge house makes me feel antsy and I need to shake it off. I return to my room and pick up my phone. Calling Sophie after ignoring her calls for the whole day, I bite my lips as I wait for her to pick up. The line rings for a while but she eventually answers."Look who finally decided to call me up! Took you long enough!" She spits sarcastically, still angry. I let out a weary sigh, running a hand through my hair."Hello, Sophie. How are you?" I ask, ignoring her outburst."Emma tells me you're living with him already. Is that true? You finally did it, didn't you!?" I hear her scoff. "I can't believe you. After all of the promises!""I had to. Besides it's not that bad." I say."Just wait a while. I'm sure you'll be taking back your words." She snaps back. Her words hurt but I can't let it show. Steeling my voice, I reply. "It won't happen. I'll make sure of it" Taking a deep breath, I continue speak

Jessica Franklin is a woman shrouded in mystery. That's the thought that has been running in my head ever since she moved in. Not like I'm planning on figuring her out although I admit, I have been curious about her. First, she gets all defensive, then aggressive, and the most surprising would be the apologizing part. And she's always on her guard, keeping her distance, the way it should be. Other than the time that I caught her unguarded at the back of the house, staring at the fish pond with a dazed look on her face when she lashed out at me, I've never seen her show any emotions. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was keeping her part of the deal by not interfering in my business. Except it wasn't... At least, that's what my mind told me. It was something much deeper but I refuse to delve into it.The last time we'd spoken, was on Wednesday when I'd given her additional information and afterward, our conversation had drizzled to greetings only. The only person who interacted

Walking away from the party, I could feel my heartbeat steadily get louder as I watched my mother walk. An uncomfortable feeling settles in the pit of my stomach and starts to grow. We finally reach a deck in the resort that overlooked the dark beach and stopped. I watch as the waves tumble towards the beach, the cold salty air brushing my face. I turn back to my mother, an impassive look on my face."What is it you wanted to talk about?" I ask, unable to keep the hatred from my voice. Her eyes narrow and a frown settles on her lips."Are you hell-bent on humiliating me today?" She begins, coming closer to me. "Is that why you came to see me? Is this how you treat your mother after not contacting me for years!? How dare you!"I already saw this coming and always prepared myself for the possibility that she would speak like this when we finally had a conversation. But the fact that these were the first words that she spoke to me didn't make it hurt less. I shove down my hurt and chuckl

We return home safely after which we bid each other goodnight and retire to our bedrooms. Stepping into the dimly lit room, I let out a sigh, my head pounding. Exhausted from the outing, I remove my clothes and contact lens before trudging into the bathroom to have a shower. Turning on the water, I let it run down my body, lost in thought for a while. Strangely, my thoughts are filled with Jessica and our last interaction. She had done a great job pretending to be in love with me, and I think a sick part of me had started to believe those bright smiles were sincere. I had to repeatedly tell myself that it wasn't real. Especially the time when she blushed after I had complimented her, she seemed surprised for some reason. I let out a groan, frowning afterward. Looks like I'm the one breaking my own rules.I push away the thoughts from my head and finish bathing. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I step out and clean my face with a hand towel before putting on my glasses. I catch myself