Between Us Novels & Stories

"Let's all cheers to death!!!" I yelled while holding a shot glass in my right hand. Me and my close friends are here in BGC just to make some fun, I'm too bored at the house so we decided to hang out just for tonight. Everybody is so happy around me, there's someone who is making out at the near table but I just ignore them. All of us are here to make some fun and I don't want to be the person who ruins the whole mood of this place.

It was his way of saying something without words. I held on. The bond between us felt strong. It was over. We were going to lunch. The city was outside the ordinary and ours.

Our mate. Traci looked between both of us. Then took a slow breath. “We need to talk.”

Gasps could be heard for a second time, this time louder. The great Mr Fisher whose name alone is more popular than ten celebrities fame put together, who has nothing known about him except for his last name, whose company is the largest in the whole of America, is about to address them, no one could hold their excitement right now. They'll imagined being one of the few people who will get to see this great man first hand and up close even

Neither of us moved or crossed the distance between us. We didn’t need to. But somehow the distance between us didn’t feel quite as wide anymore.

Just a crumpled napkin left behind like some kind of signature. I exhaled slowly and started toward my car. Why hadn’t I said hi? Would it have been weird? Or would he have wanted me to? I wasn’t sure anymore. I wasn’t even sure what we were to each other. Not friends. Not exactly enemies. Something else. Something in between. Entangled. That was the word. Like wires twisted together. A connection that shouldn’t exist but somehow did. And now Malik had seen it—well, part of it. And his warning was just the echo of what I already knew.

We had each other. And that was enough.

The bet had changed everything between us. And neither of us wanted to go back.

The morning was in front of us. Both of us. All of us. Home.

Something that made me marvel at her charm. My eyebrows moved to dispel my awkwardness of being silent and watching him as he nodded in response to my question. "What is there to talk about us?" About us. Why do I now feel it taboo to mention it with my mouth as if it's unusual and so out of the ordinary? For a moment, I was excited because there was the word we between him and me? It's just that I clearly remember why the word we could be mentioned by her was based on cooperation between us, nothing less and nothing more.