A few years later....Roseline locked herself in her room, busy with her computer. She took sip from the juice on the desk, before typing really fast on the computer. "Common." That was the word she kept repeating to herself. "Rose!!" She heard her name down her room, but she never gave up on what she was doing. She continued with her work, applying for something very important. "Rose!" This time, this person calling her was getting closer to her. She quickly paused all she was doing, close her laptop, hiding it well from her. "What are you doing?" She quickly stood up on her feet and turned around to meet the unhappy glares on her. "I was...umm.." she pointed to the drink and the food on her table. "Eating." "Eating uh? Were you pretending not to hear us?" Jessica scowled at her but Agnes didn't even batt an eye as she spoke. "I was mouth full, so I couldn't talk." "Where is my purse?" Jessica got to the point. "I don't know." She shook her head. Why would she know where h

"Common dude, chill. It's not like i don't have the money to care for them." Lucian folded his arm, leaning to the door."Lucian, you have a lot of girlfriend. Tina, Sarah, Liliana, Lita, Isabella, Monica, and a lot more. Now you have Taylor? Don't you get tired of being a playboy? And besides, is your libido that high?" "Will you believe me if I told you I am a virgin?" "Anyone in their right senses, even your mother or your father wouldn't believe you if you told them you are a virgin.""I am. I am a virgin. Accept that." He began to walk away. "No you are not." Perry disagreed with him, waking behind him with his hands tucked in his pockets. "I have seen you kiss so many lips before, and you think I would believe you are a virgin.""Shush Perry. You have such a loud voice, someone might here you. I am a v, accept that. My interest in girls doesn't mean I am a playboy. I just respects women, and would try every possible way to make them happy. They all deserved that." "So respec

"So?" Rosemary dropped her luggage looking around the small room she sees herself in. She reeked of prestige and she did acted like one. Irritated to everything and very prideful, and the three girls couldn't think less, she is from a rich home. But what's she doing here? She is supposed to be in perhaps her personal house or a big apartment. "Where is my bed?"Over there." Lizzie pointed to the lower bunk. Rosemary avoided them, moving closer to the bed. She took off her shades and her shoes, before she stood barefooted. Roseline already settled on her bed, unpacking her clothes into the wardrobe room. Jennifer thought it's right for Rosemary to know who they were, so she courageously spoke to the rich girl. "So my name is Jennifer, and she is Lizzie." And to Roseline, " she is..." "Roseline. You have said her name earlier on. Two roses. Got that. Now, where is the bathroom?" Lizzie pointed to the bathroom, only for Rosemary to go in and ignore them like they all weren't from th

I made a gasp, turned my head to look at my friends who were already grinning at me. A man is talking to me now. Why can't he go to Lizzie or Jessica, why me? "Your first catch." Jennifer whispered to me. I turned my head to look at the man right beside me. He was full beared and he was in a black suit, which looked quite untidy to me. A man in a suit shouldn't have his tie set in the wrong place, his buttons loosened, and hair so rough. Nope. Not a nice catch. "Hello." I replied back, taking my face away. "You look beautiful.""Thank you." I did my best to avoid him, but my avoidance wasn't working. He literally sat beside me, calling the bar man towards us. "Aren't you taking your drink?" He pointed to the drink in front of me. I stared at the small dangerous alcohol in front of me, before putting it away. "I don't drink." "Wow. Then, do you drink red wine? Martini?" I quickly shook my head in response. I don't drink alcohol, he should get that by now. "You are beautiful,

Berry was with her friends in the club as she usually does. She was busy smoking her tobacco, when her phone rang out. She wanted to avoid the call, but at the second ring, she couldn't take it anymore. She picked up her phone, picking to the annoying call, without checking who the caller was. "What?!" She yelled to the phone. "And is that a way of speaking to your father, after everything i have done for you." She gasped, quickly standing up on her feet, before heading towards the bathroom to have a clear word with her dad. "Father, i am sorry. I didn't check the caller's ID before picking up." She quickly apologized. Her father had helped her out in a lot of things that she would be forever grateful for. But definitely would be a shameless thing to the public's ears. How can she possibly tell her friend or her mother that she had slept with her own father, her biological father, not twice, but thrice just to get what she wanted: to go to college, to have money and to be popular