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I again check the time for the tenth time since I woke up this morning. "I'm getting late mom" I inform her and releasing myself from her I actually run towards the front lawn. "Don't worry sweetie, you'll have a good day" she calls after me and waves me goodbye by the time I get into the car and turn around the drive way. It is 25 minutes drive to FPU. As I am driving, a lot of things are going inside my mind right now. Nervousness is taking over and I am just worried if I will actually have a nice day like mom said. I would like to make new friends but I am too scared because I have mostly faced betrayal in my friendship and misjudged all the time.

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He again tries to step back, but his tone is not laced with the previous harshness this time. "Shhh... just breathe," I repeat, while not letting him move away while I gently caress the side of his face. His eyes are solely focused on mine. And along with anger, I notice anguish in his gaze. Some of the stiffness leaves his body as he tries to match his breathing with mine. "Everything is gone," He whispers as soon as he gains little control over his anger. His tone might be quiet, but his pain can be heard in his voice. "Nothing is gone," I reply without missing a beat.

The phone rings several times before a groggy female voice says, “Hello?” “Hello. This is Braxton Merriweather. I’m sorry to say there’s been an incident….”

I asked wanting to know my options. "Do you have somewhere in mind?" He asked and I searched my brain for a place. "Babe what was the name of that place we went to near Ace Street?" I asked Starr the shrimp pasta we had in mind. "You mean the same place I fucked you a-" "Yes," I said cutting her off, her bluntness leaving me shy. "Cater's," She answered laughing slightly the sound mixing with Jason's chuckle. "What do you both want from Carter's?" he asked softly as I relaxed in his loving hold.

[RC Group] The young man got out of his black car. He walked into the company he manages. All the staff saluted the young man as he walked past them. This morning, Redric was still in a mess. He forced himself to go to the office because he felt bad at home. Yesterday's incident really frustrated him. About Shireen's sudden presence, and about Shin's self-righteousness. Apparently he had been living with strangers all this time. even Redric and Shin didn't know each other before. Redric really felt confused about that.

“Thank you. Hey, why don’t I show you around? After all, you are more than four weeks late. I think it’d help you adjust if you know your surroundings.” “That sounds great.” The two began their walk down the corridor and out the front door. “So, who was that with you?” Choi Li-na asked as they sat at an outside table. “Nathan. Oh, his Korean name is Naiting Dae-Jung He’s my brother’s manager,” Hae Mina replied as she relaxed in the chair. “Naiting Dae-Jung is your brother's manager. So, is your brother the newest member of Nightide?"

She screamed in anger. Her face had turned red with anger. She walked back into the house. Liam crept into the compound an hour later and drove off with his car.

Saga said and went upstairs as Kiran smiled and looked down at this phone. “Your mother’s on her way,” Kiran said and seconds later I heard her car in the garage. Great. Adara walked into the house and glared at me as Kiran picked up the newspaper and hid behind it. “Kai Gabriel Sinclair!” Kiran chuckled and Adara turned toward him. “I see you, Kiran! This isn’t funny anymore! Bubble wrap and confetti? And you put his house on sale and the superglue?” Her anger rolled off her in waves and Kiran nudged his head in the direction of the stairs. I grabbed my bag and walked up the stairs just as they started talking again.

The bench creaked slightly under us as he sat beside me, close enough that our thighs touched. His arm reached around me to adjust my posture just a little, and his voice lowered as he spoke. “Relax your hands,” he said. “Don’t hold tension in your fingers.” I let out a nervous laugh. “They’re shaking.” He chuckled, guiding my right hand gently. “Here. These are the home keys. Middle C, and the rest follow.” His fingers ghosted over mine, pressing them lightly onto the cool keys. “Like this?” He nodded. “Good. Now - press.”