LOGINThree months later . . . . . "You are like a sunflower glowing under the morning sun, with the radiance of a fish skin under the moonlight." I felt myself smile as I heard him. I was used to this by now; it was Walter after all. His compliments were always so...innovative. One time, I heard him te
My heart was about to break out of my ribcage; that was the only logical explanation I had for the wild beating in my chest right now. Time seemed to move too slow – even though it was barely five seconds since I rang the doorbell, it seemed like five years to me. The door finally creaked open, rev
'We got that' "Hood love," we sang along, voices loud. 'We got that' "Good love." 'We got that' "Hot love..." 'Make me make...' "Boy you make me make bad decisions," I sang, grinding on Sam, with her behind me. "Oh Lord, save me from temptation," she said dramatically – her hands on my waist
"I like Jake," I remarked offhandedly. "Yeah, I figured when you were ogling him at the start of the movie," he chirped between chuckles, earning a playful shove from me. Although, I couldn't quite help the chuckle that escaped my lips as well. But when the throaty sounds died down, however, I found
"Hey, you screamed first," I protested between laughs, with him echoing the throaty sound from beside me; the both of us reminiscing our first rollercoaster ride together. "I only did it because I knew you wanted to scream, so I took the first initiative," he answered, even adding a duh expression.
Hawk . . . . . 'Holland and I couldn't work out anymore because...she isn't the one I'm in love with.' Thinking about it again just made me want to bang my head on the wall for being so lame. What was she – a programmer? So, what was with the encrypted message that I gave? Why didn't I just tell h
"The formula is..." Boring, boring, boring. Welcome to my worst class with my worst teacher - Calculus. With the way things were going, I would not be surprised if today was worse than yesterday. And That is saying a lot after the events of yesterday. After my friends left, I could not s
I was still thinking about what just happened with Bryce when I heard someone say, "that was pretty intense." Tracing the direction of the voice, I was faced with a boy who I was sure was a classmate of mine, sitting under the bleachers. We'd had a number of classes together, but what was his nam
"What happened yesterday?" Someone sure was not wasting time to get to the questioning. "Yesterday? What happened?" I asked back, feeling truly puzzled. But Bryce obviously was not pleased with my answer. He ran a ran through his hair while staring incredulously at me through those brown eye
I once read an article which said people thrived on gossip, hence, making it an indispensable part of life. Back then, I did not think much of it. But now, looking at the students scattered around the hallway in groups, with each one staring at their phones and murmuring amongst themselves, I realiz







