All Chapters of Belongs To Me : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

He cleared his throat. "What about yours?"At that moment I realized that I had completely forgotten to call my mother. The last time I spoke to her was on Sunday, when she scolded me that she and her dad didn't know about Ollie's presence in town. Not that I was about to mention it. "I think it's fine... Dad is also at work from morning to night, they have a lot going on in the workshop." It had been like this for a few years and he was happy about it, but sometimes I also felt that he would he should have slowed down a bit."You know, good auto mechanics are few and far between," David remarked, but I almost thought it was a bit sarcastic. After all, the differences between our families were quite evident, and the fact was that my parents hated David's. And it was true and vice versa.I nodded. "Yeah, that's probably true."David scratched his jaw. "Dad, do you have a hairdresser for tomorrow?""What?" I asked confused."Well, for the party... it would probably be a good idea to get

I decided to completely suppress the events of this morning and not think about them, otherwise I might as well collapse on the spot. That's why I just focused on today's party and the preparations for it.After the shower, I worked on my makeup, which I paid more attention to than usual. Then June arrived in the afternoon to do my hair. She asked what Ollie and I were doing and I rambled and rambled. I had no idea if she really believed everything, or if she already felt that she knew her stuff and it didn't matter what I actually said anyway. However, I had two glasses of wine with her and thanks to that she relaxed pleasantly for a while.She had to admit she did a good job. She combed a high bun on my head, from which individual strands of hair fell on my shoulders, and she also inserted small black pearls into the resulting work. Then she wanted to see the dress... and it's a wonder she didn't fall on the floor laughing. I wanted to pierce it with a fork, but I didn't have enough

I followed Ollie into Joe's Bistro, where we took a few steps through the space and stopped. Somewhere in the background there was a tuned rock radio, where the host had just announced that he was playing a cover of Alannis Morissette's You Oughta Know. I looked around. It was quite crowded on Saturday evening, the boxes along the walls and the tables were almost full. I glanced at Ollie and found him looking right at me.I smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "What?"He shrugged without letting go of my hand. "I have a choice. I thought you might want to look at the menu," he explained, nodding his chin to the menu sign hanging above the counter.I shook my head. “You said they had great burgers and fries, didn't you? I don't have much to think about."Ollie ran his thumb over my palm, stirring the blood in my veins with that simple touch. “Mountain Dew? Or what do you fancy?""Mountain Dew will be fine," I agreed."Then go and sit down, I'll bring it," he told me with h

I should be fine.I successfully finished school, I had a girlfriend, friends, I sang in a band that had hopes of breaking through...But.But the future was uncertain.Mom couldn't finance my little girl, and she wouldn't have if she could. Our relationship wasn't great before (actually it was pretty shitty), but ever since I shut up about James, it's kind of gone downhill because she decided to prioritize him over me. Yeah. Even though it was such a piece of shit. The only good thing was that James was obviously pissed off from our confrontation, and that's why they met at his house most of the time.So now I was working in the bistro full-time and occasionally working part-time at Bill's workshop. To make money, to save... and maybe one day fulfill my dream. The guys from the band and I have already talked about the fact that we will gradually start looking for a place to live in another city due to the fact that we didn't manage to get anywhere with the music here.I was looking f

I had Bill's bag slung over my shoulder and was pacing the hospital corridor while he was checking out at reception, signing some forms and who knows what the hell. I did not pay attention.I thought about Tate and why we couldn't get things back together. I wanted. I wanted to do it every fucking day. I was even so bent over on Tuesday that I texted her. But I didn't decide to read the burning topic, which definitely didn't disappear anywhere.And why?I was probably afraid that instead of reconciliation it would just lead to another argument and everything would get worse.Christmas was around the corner and I didn't really even register it. Bill had already given me a vacation, but I still had no idea what to do with the free time. So I spent it all recording songs or working in the boxing gym. I was quite successful in pretending that there would be no holidays. Definitely not for me, because I obviously had no one to spend them with.I kind of thought she wanted to invite me to D