LOGINSilence.Her brows furrowed in puzzlement.“What?”My shoulders fell, as exhaustion washed over me.A humorless chuckle left my lips.Then finally—I exhaled heavily.“Scratch that, I think I've always liked him. For years now... I think the closeness just made everything worse.” I croaked.“Oh my God.” She gasped, covering her mouth with her palm.I sniffled, wiping at a tear that rolled down my face.“At least the only person that'll scrunch their face at you would be your mum and a few others. As for mine—”I scoffed.“I don't even want to think about it.”We fell into a longer silence this time.Tense.Awkward.“What are you going to do?” Angelica asked, breaking into the quiet.I shrugged carelessly.“I want to come clean about it.”“And him?”I opened my mouth, then clamped it shut.“I see…” Angelica mused.We both went quiet again.This time, I tapped my fingers against my skirt as my gaze stayed on Elana.Angelica's gaze stayed on Elana's, her eyes filled with mirth.Suddenly—
Louisa gasped dramatically.“Tu as tout à fait raison, Denise.” (You're absolutely right, Denise.)Louisa turned to Angelica and began talking to her.Well, more like scolding.Mum turned to me with a heavy exhale.“Okay, Rosie—”“She's a fucking bitch, Mum.” “I swear to God, Rosie—”“I know Mum.” I groaned. “You don't always have to threaten me to pass a message.”“God help me the day I decide not to do so, only for you to go and wreak havoc.”I pursed my lips.“I'll be on my best behavior.” I muttered dryly.“Thank you.”She turned back to Louisa and Angelica.I leaned towards her.“It's unfair that I'm not allowed to bitch back though.”“Rosie.”I straightened, rolling my eyes.“Fine, fine.”Louisa turned back to us with a smile, and somehow—Angelica now had a smile too.I mean, we could pretty much tell it was fake but anyway…The point was that she was actively trying.“Très bien, alors pourquoi ne pas vous laisser toutes les deux faire connaissance?”(Alright then, how about
“Come on, Rosie!” Mum's voice echoed downstairs.“Coming!” I yelled back.I spritzed perfume on my body then stared at myself in the full length mirror.I tied my hair into a ponytail, then gave myself the best no makeup look.I'd decided on a white off shoulder floral top, paired with a light pink satin skirt and floral white heels.Gorgeous.My cheeks heated up as Henry's voice floated into my mind.My gaze lingered on my reflection for a few seconds.Then I looked away.“Snap out of it, Rosie.”Last night wasn't something I wanted to think about right now.I grabbed my brown Louis Vuitton bag then headed downstairs.Mum stood at the foot of the stairs with an annoyed expression on her face.“Seriously?”“I'm sorry…” I drawled, with a large grin.She shook her head then headed for the door.Henry walked towards us.Hair messy, cheeks slightly flush.“Is he coming with us?”“Of course not, dearie.” Mum said with a small smile.“Today is just for me and you.”Thank goodness.A bright
His jaw clenched tightly, his fingers balled into fists by his sides.“Cancel it.”A bitter scoff left my lips.“News flash, Henry. I wasn't asking for your opinion.”“Then I'm coming with you—”“Like hell you will! Do you even hear how stupid that sounds?”“Then cancel it, Rosie.”“Fuck this, I'm out of here.” I muttered, trying to brush past him.He blocked me, using his body to keep me locked in place.“Get out of my way, Henry.”“No.”We both glared at each other.Expressions hard.Chests heaving.And neither of us looked ready to give in.Then—Henry caved.His lips came slamming down on mine.Hungry.Frenzied.My arms wound around his neck as I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.He palmed my ass in his hands, lifting me up as my legs wrapped around his body.My fingers tangled into his hair.Then trailed lower, brushing over his arms before creeping underneath his shirt, feeling warm skin.He trembled against my touch while his hands roamed over my skin blindly.He broke the
Andrew froze.His eyes widened in surprise.“Goodnight.” I whispered, brushing past him.I strolled past a fuming Henry, heading into the house.The door slammed shut behind me, then footsteps followed.“What the hell was that?” I ignored him, making my way upstairs.“I'm talking to you, Rosie.”My fingers curled around the doorknob.“Answer me!”Henry's fingers wrapped around my arm, slamming me against my door as his body pressed flush against mine.His breath came out in heavy pants, his eyes locked on mine.Slowly, he leaned forward.I turned my head away, letting his lips land on my cheek.He eased back slightly.“Why are you doing this to me?”I craned my head back to him.“Really? We're playing the victim card now, huh?”He pursed his lips.“I didn't peg you to be that kind of a person, Henry.”“You did that to make me jealous, didn't you?”I rolled my eyes.“Oh, please, get over yourself, Henry.”“His fucking jacket? As if that wasn't enough, you decided to kiss him.”“You're
“Go! Wade!” Lena and I screamed in unison.Only for Wade to get slammed to the floor the next second.I scrunched my face in mock-pain.“Nine out of ten say, that definitely hurt.” I said, stifling back my laughter.“I swear to God, Rosie. I will elbow you if you fucking laugh.” Lena gritted.Andrew took his seat and passed our drinks to us.“What did I miss?” He asked.“Wade had a pretty nasty fall—”“You didn't laugh did you?”“Of course not, why would I do that?” I screeched.“Cause you're Rosie Alphonse. When have you ever cared about some guy's feelings?”Hmmm…“You're quite right about that.”The game continued on for a few minutes before both teams went on a break.“Here man.” Andrew said, handing a bottle of water to Wade.Wade gulped it down.“Hey…” Lena and I waved as soon as he took a seat on the bench.“I'm really glad you guys came, my parents couldn't make it.” Wade said with a sincere smile.“We wouldn't have missed it for the world.” I said.Lena nudged me.“We have a
I threw myself onto the bed unceremoniously. Now that Lena was gone, it was just me with my thoughts."Love…" I murmured.(Would you still feel the same way, when he's wrinkly and old?)I groaned, kicking my legs against the mattress. "What the hell are you doing, Rosie?"A ping pulled me from my
I rushed towards the door, pulling it open.“Lena.”She rolled her eyes and pulled me in for a hug.“I was so worried about you,” I whispered, holding her to my chest.She began making dramatic choking sounds.I smirked, tightening my hold until she started tapping frantically against my arm.Befor
Henry's POV I glanced up from my book, staring at her sleeping form in my bed. A small smile graced my lips, though it never reached my eyes.I tapped my fingers against the desk, staring at her thoughtfully.(Well, I'm not fucking you, am I?)I groaned, closing my eyes in exasperation.What are
“Whew…” I whistled, flexing my arm.“Point blank.”Henry blinked, lips pressed into a thin line.Then he slowly straightened up, glared at me with a cold look in his eyes.“Was that spunk too much for you?” I asked, placing my hand on my hip.He swished his tongue in his mouth, then spat out on his







