Nothing Goes Over My Head Novels & Stories

Urgh! I groan out and bump my head on the wheel as a wave of frustration washes over me. He’s suddenly all over in my head and I can not push him out of it! And I want nothing but to wrap my hands around his neck and choke the life out of him- while I -

After blowing off my sister, I headed to my room to crash. But she wasn't done. She cornered me again, this time trying to drag me to a teacher for extra tutoring. "It's not too late to cram!" she insisted. I shook her hand off my arm. "Last-minute cramming is pointless. You go if you're so worried. I've got shows to watch." "Jenny, you're naturally smart, but you still shouldn't get careless." The words were a perfect echo from my last life. She was testing me, watching my face for any sign that I still trusted the cursed number floating over my head.

I grab his hair, not paying attention to how attractive he looks in this position. "What did he say to you?" I demand. "Nothing really. It's actually nothing important. You're over thinking things." He's lying I know. But, I don't press it. I let go of his hair deciding to be the mature one here. I most definitely overreacted. "That's okay. Cool." I don't know where I'm going, but it's most definitely not back there. I get on my bike and rev the engine when my phone rings. I almost throw the device away. It's Johnny boy.

I started to say and I watched as he nodded his head at me a little. I suddenly didn’t know what to actually say. This same thing happens to me a whole lot. It was as if each time I got asked about a particular thing, everything that was previously in my head was all going to fly out of my head in the next second, leaving me to my empty head and black mind, it always happens every damn time to my annoyance. Sadly, the only thing still in my head at the moment was the fact that I still wanted to go on my knees and take him into my mouth – but then there was no way in hell that I was going to be able to do that, I was going to have to faint before I’d be able to that to begin with.

Her head pounded with an impending migraine. ‘I don't understand. what's going on? Why are you doing this Claire?’ Her voice sounded foreign even to her own ears. ’What has gotten into you?’ ‘Just because it has to be done.’ Claire said as she walked over to the Clarissa’s limb body sprawled on the shards of glass.

" I thought I was the only one who was an over-thinker ." I looked across and smiled at Toby. " Welcome back to the land of the living. I hope you were lost in peaceful dreams. I am an over-thinker. I just like to process things and get into my head. Sometimes I get stuck in my head and I can't get out but when I do get out I sound normal, I don't have my head voice on. "

“Or probably one of my mother’s workers. We aren’t close with our relatives.” Zeath sighs. “I seriously don’t know where we go from here.” True. Things are a bit hazy right now that it’s hard to concentrate. “We just take things as they come. No pressure.” No pressure, right. But I’m wrong, aren’t I? There’s too much pressure, and things aren’t ‘a bit hazy’. They’re too hazy. Too cloudy. Too smoky. Too much of everything that goes against concentration. I didn’t realize it before, but my head is a mess right now. Even using the word ‘mess’ is just a tip of the iceberg, as chaos upon chaos rumbles in my head. And the headache I felt earlier seems to persist.

I frantically shook my head. Jenny yanked the sock out of my mouth and sneered, “You’re hideous now. Will you sign it or not?” “I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” I nodded frantically, dragging my broken hand across the paper, trembling as I scribbled my name. “Please, can you let me go now?” I begged. “Hahaha!” They all laughed like it was the funniest thing they had ever heard. “Do you think I’m stupid? Letting you go so you can run off and get me in trouble? No way. And I still haven’t paid the guys their bonus yet,” Jenny spat.

- Okay, calm down, let go of me first and then I'll let them go. Riffen shook his head, he's not stupid, after all these years, could he be tricked by this petty game?

I sat up and glared at him, my bloodshot eyes were too horrifying that Caleb's calm demeanor faltered, he gulped a big lamp wishing he didn't say these words. "I would be insane to do that!" I said under my gritted teeth, Caleb knew that I wouldn't believe him let alone accept to do what he just told me to do, huh! Over my dead body!. "But that is the only way to get rid of your diagnosis!" Caleb too raised his voice at me.