CLAIRE. I was in the kitchen with Sarah, Anita and Stella again, baking cup cakes of different flavors. It's fun to be with them, when I say 'them', I mean Anita and Sarah, Stella is excluded. The fun I get from being around Anita and Sarah sometimes get ruined by Stella's snarky remarks, targeted at me. I don't understand what I ever did to the girl. 'You're dating the guy she likes' My subconscious reminded me. Is that it? That's all I did? Is that enough reason for her to hate me? But Ryan and I are only fake dating. 'Well, she doesn't know that'I agree with that inner voice. From the side of my eyes, I got a blurry view of her perfect body sitting on the counter. I pursed my lips guiltily. Stella is only falling for Ryan like every other normal girl, but I feel like I'm the one hindering her from getting him. Or will I say I'm hindering Ryan from getting her now that she already reciprocated his feelings? "Oh my God, did you fall from heaven to meet Ryan? You're so perfect

CLAIREI cried a lot in the bathroom, washed my face, and cried a whole lot again, before returning back to the bedroom, feeling worse. The memory of my parents death got stuck in my head and the highschool bully scenes wouldn't stop playing on repeat in my head. I tried to distract my sad thoughts by using the TV. I checked for a comedy show and began to watch, but I couldn't even find the humor in it. While I was still trying to force my mind into the show, I felt the bed get slightly dipped behind me and a familiar cologne filled the air. Ryan. I half turned my body towards him. He was giving me that look that melts my heart in an instant, and, God, he looked so dashing with his tousled hair, his shirt rolled up to his elbow and his sagged tie. Even in my sad state, I won't hesitate to eat him alive if I could. 'Talk to your hormones, girl!" My subconscious advised. I really should do that, but it's so hard to do when you've got someone as hot as Ryan right in front of you, fi

RYAN. I wanted to go after Claire, but Catherine held my arm, smiling inmocently at me. I puffed out my exasperatedly. "Catherine, what is it?"She giggled loudly. God, what's so funny? There's nothing hilarious here right now. Claire walking off in anger is definitely not something to laugh about. "You see my friends over there?" Catherine motioned her head towards a group of girls standing few feet away from us with big grins on their faces. "They dared me to kiss you because they didn't believe I really had sex with someone as hot as you are" "Oh well, congratulations, Catherine, your dumb game just put me in a deep shit" She creased her perfectly carved brows in confusion "What do you mean?"I rubbed my palm over my face "You see, the last time someone shoved her tongue down my throat...." I outstretched my arms backwards towards the direction Claire has walked off to "She took the couch, and before she could sleep on the same bed with me that night, you wouldn't believe I wa

CLAIRE. My head is on an unrecognizable cloud, my mind is blown away, my skin is getting too hot, all these are caused by a kiss from Ryan. He's obviously an expert in this, while me? I'm trying to keep up with his professionalism. I withdrew from the kiss, inhaling and exhaling softly over his face. His eyeballs are swirling with an emotion he shows to me whenever we are alone in the bedroom, but this is just.... intense. "Wanna learn more?" He asked against my lips, carrying me up from my thighs against his sculptured body, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. His large hand covered a whole cheek, to my ear, with his fingers in between strands of my hair. I nodded in response to his question as I can't find my voice for now. He backed me against the wall, pressing his perfect abs on my stomach, and still holding my waist. When he kissed me again, I felt his tongue sliding in this time, and his hand trailing from my thighs to my hips. I can't seem to keep up with Ryan

RYAN. The engagement party is taking place at the backyard of the house which has been decorated to bring on the engagement vibes. Claire's eyes lit up at the designs of the party, admiring them. The moment we stepped in, I noticed some guys ogling at her lustfully that it irritated me so much. I had to restrain the strong urge to stab my fingers into their eyes so they can stop staring, but there's a particular asshole I really wish to dip a fork into his fucking flirty eyes. George fucking Blake. The guy is a dick, and he really torques me off big time. Claire had sighted him when we were talking with the engaged couple. She smiled at him from where she stood beside me causing me to tense. If the adorable smile had been for someone else like Dave, I might get a little bit pissed, but I wouldn't get too mad. A smile from my girlfriend to an asshole like George is a hell no for me. His stride towards us was a confident one, with a lopsided smile on his face. He congratulated the