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CHAPTER 1: CLUMSY NANCY.

I fall at least three times every week on my company's stairs."Do you need help, Clumsy Nancy?""Fuck off, Ric!"I hate Alaric, I really hate him. We've been working together for seven years now, but we've never had a real conversation. We hate each other, and we take advantage of each other in negative situations like this. Everyone calls me Nancy, they say I remind them of their childhood show, 'Fancy Nancy'. Ric calls me 'Clumsy Nancy' or 'Clums'. We argue a lot, way too much for normal human beings, and I always get pissed first. Honestly, most times he wins the argument, and I hate him more for it. But at least, I get the most love at work and he gets the opposite due to his offensive, aggressive, oppressive and any other negative 'sives' nature.You fall from the stairs in a week, more than you've ever fallen in love," he teased me."Piss off, Ric.""Okay, Clumsy Nancy".“Leave her alone, Alaric.” It was our boss talking.”Good morning, sir,” we say in unison.'How are you bot

CHAPTER 2: I AM ALARIC!

There are two things I love in life. One, Fridays, Two, Trading insults with Clumsy Nancy. Her name’s actually Nancy Gilbert, but I don’t even care. Nancy, she’s sarcastic, prickly and looks at me irritatingly like I’m the gum stuck to her shoe. But I find her interesting, to an extent. I love how she hates me, and I love how she knows that I love how she hates me. But I hate how audacious she is, how she tells me to shut up to my face. No sugarcoating, no fake smiles. This morning, she wore a coat that made her look like the dwarf from Game of Thrones. I don’t just get this girl. Sometimes, she's pretty dull; other times, she’s like the ‘terror’ in the popular line from GOT, ‘For the night is dark and full of TERRORS’. Anyways, I love staring at her cause it upsets her, and that’s my favorite part of life, the days I live for. She catches me staring and walks up to me, and then hands me a glue stick. At first, I thought the iconic Clumsy Nancy was going to ask for help, but not unt

CHAPTER 3: THE SCANDAL.

Monday mornings are like chocolates. Little of it is sweet, too much of it is like chocolates with the extra calories. I was halfway through my first cup, scrolling through emails and older messages, when my phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number. I ignore it to finish up and head for work. Another notification pops up, and I frown. Wrong number? I tapped it. A video. I hesitated, but curiosity won and I opened it. Then, my world stopped. It was me. My hair was longer in the video, I wasn't putting on anything, I was dancing naked, and he was touching me all over. The bed, the angle, the person, it was me. The one night I wish I could erase from history. It wasn’t just a video, it was evidence, humiliation and disgrace with my face, my body, my shame. The one night I had prayed to remain buried, six feet under. Michael Peterson. My stomach dropped so fast, like it was being held. My hands were shaking so bad, I almost dropped my phone. I look up imm

CHAPTER 4: THE MAN THAT YOU ARE, ALARIC WEALTH.

I've seen a lot of bullcrap in my life, but nothing has made me want to smash a phone into someone's face until they bleed to death faster than what made Nancy cry. Nancy's face was filled with tears streaming down her cheeks when she saw the video. By the time work ended, Nancy was already gone. I couldn't stop her. I didn't want to. She didn't need me breathing down her neck at a time like this. She needed space, and that was exactly what I gave her. Michael Peterson. The name was like a bad image in my head now. I sat at my desk longer than I should’ve; it was late, and everyone had gone home. My laptop screen glowed in the dark as I scrolled from page to page, viewing Michael’s life like a bad movie. Every new thing I learned about him made me want to punch him all the more. He had an entirely different online presence. I found his contact details after 3 long hours of search, bought a fake female profile, then reached out to him, saying I’m a fan who would love to meet him.

CHAPTER 5: NOW THAT I HATE YOU LESS.

(Told from Ric’s pov)The urge to see her the next morning was unbearable.I told myself it was just to make sure she was okay, but even I didn't believe that.I drove past her apartment thrice before I gathered the courage to finally park. Her building looked quiet, isolated, but welcoming. For a moment, I thought maybe she left town. Until I eventually saw her sitting on the steps outside.She tied her hair up into a messy bun, the messiest I've ever seen. She had no makeup on, wasn't smiling, just a book and a plate of dessert. When her eyes met mine, I expected a negative reaction. Instead, age smiled warmly, though it was obvious that she forced it.I walked over, both hands in my pockets."Hey.""Hey." Her voice was hoarse.I sat beside her, close enough to feel the heat from her body, far enough not to touch her."You got the apology?" I asked."Yeah, doesn't change anything though." "It does, at least for a start."For a moment, we just sat there. I'm not good at comforting s

CHAPTER 6: ONE MORE CHANCE.

I felt better than I had in days, maybe even weeks or months, as the case may be. The ecstatic feeling was accompanied by a majestic massage on my hips. My eyes tore open, scanning for the intruder behind those wonderful touches. It was Alaric, my hero. Just then, memories from the past night began flooding in, making my cheeks turn red. Ric had shown up at my apartment yesterday to check up on me. I enjoyed every moment with him. Yes! This was the boy I knew, the boy from my childhood days, he was back to life! I placed my head on his chest, and it felt really good. I quickly wrapped my arms around him, wishing to never let go. He smelled like pineapples and everything sweet in the world. "Looks like someone had a great night," he mouthed to me. And in the next moment, he was trailing my neck with kisses, making me turn red. "How long have you been awake?" I said, rolling away from him. Unfortunately, the bed wasn't big enough, so I fell butt flat on the hard floor, causing h

CHAPTER 7: LOVE ACHES.

My anger had been fully expressed by puffing out my cheeks as I left Nancy’s apartment. I did my best to avoid screaming and cursing in my usual fashion; however, I did my best not to alert any neighbors. Finally, I had her back, but I lost her just as quickly. I didn't know what to think. My legs were as heavy as logs of wood. Failing like that was never my thing.Getting in, I just sat in the driver's side quietly. I looked at Nancy's building with longing in my eyes. She had moved on, obviously, but I was too damn desperate. Maybe things had truly ended between us years ago. Maybe we were never truly meant to be. I pushed those stupid thoughts off quickly.No, I didn't give a damn about fate. I believed only in God and willpower. I got her once, and I could get her again. My car engine came to life, and a devilish grin animated my face "Watch out, clumsy, you're mine.”In no time, I sped off into thin air.......I was as late as Santa, who forgot Christmas, but I didn't care one

CHAPTER 8: DEFYING MY WILL.

I left Evara Press like an angry bird, and not even sure why I was so mad. All I knew was that I had to get out of there, away from everyone. I practically threw myself onto the cab, and then I heard someone I knew calling my name from behind me."Nancy?" The feminine voice called out. I turned towards a girl with caramel coloured skin, hazel eyes and a nose piercing that matched the one on her left eyebrow. She looked beautiful, crossing a camera around her neck."Raya?" I asked, as if unsure. The Raya I knew didn't have piercings and detested the color black. "It really is you," she said as she enveloped me in a bare hug. Raya had been my classmate back in high school. Aside from Ric and Miss Geraldine, she was one of the only people who ever stood up for me. I was bullied a lot in high school for being so clumsy, but now it was merely spectacular and I couldn't care less about the opinions of others. "What are you doing here?" She asked after almost suffocating me."Me? I could

CHAPTER 9: MICHAEL AGAIN.

Days passed by, and the office was boring as usual. To add to it, there had been no sign of Nancy since then. On a fateful day, after I had parted ways with Steve, I felt particularly good, my hands on the steering wheel and the song Reckless Love by Cory Asbury playing on the radio. I wasn't particularly fond of this kind of music, but it seemed like Clumsy was obsessed with it, so I decided to give it a try, and it wasn't so bad. I stopped at the traffic lights when I received a call from a friend, "What's up, Roy?" I said casually, as I leaned against the leather seat, watching the traffic meter count down slowly. "Been a while. I'm in New York for now, and I have plans to throw a birthday party for my girl. I will see you there, right?" The deep voice said from the other end. "I'd love to, but you know I don't really immerse myself in all these social gatherings, Roy," I said, watching the meter count from ten impatiently. "Oh, come on. Think of it as a great way to start

CHAPTER 10: MISSING HIM.

(NANCY'S POV)I felt sour as I looked towards Alaric. I thought about apologizing, but I felt like it wasn't the right time. He surely hated me at that point. He had helped me with Michael, and I hadn't even given him so much as a thank you. After what felt like an eternity, he pulled up in front of a really fancy building, allowing me to look around. I hadn't even noticed when we had entered the neighborhood. It was so quiet and had few people walking around, unlike my usually busy neighborhood. I looked towards Alaric questioningly, but his face was expressionless. I immediately took it as my cue to get out."There's a penthouse on the top floor, and all you'll need will be there. If there's anything you can call the receptionist," he instructed as I alighted. He sped off as soon as my feet touched the floor. I stumbled back a few steps due to the dust, blinking in surprise. Yeah, I guess I dug that pit myself. A tall Asian looking man was standing by the door."You must be Miss

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