~ IVY ~I drummed my fingers against the surface of my dresser, glancing over my shoulder at my phone. I had tossed it onto the bed after sending a text to Romeo. I was relieved that it had not landed on the floor.The message itself was not risky, but it was an emotional risk for me to send it. I was anxious for his response, and my heart was beating rapidly. I could not stop my mind from racing. What if everything he had written in the letter had been a prank? Why did I always feel so anxious when it came to Romeo? I hated that he had such control over my emotions. At the same time, part of me liked how he could make me feel things I had never felt before. He made me do things I never would have otherwise, like inviting him over at night. I was grateful my mother was out of town in an emergency, and would not be back until the next day. I didn't want to have to explain Romeo's presence to her.I was shaking my leg, still filled with nervous energy. Why hadn't he responded? Was he
"Are you and Samantha in a relationship?" I blurted, unable to stop the question from tumbling out of my mouth.I had not meant to ask it so bluntly, but the question had always been on my mind. I could not get it out of my head. We were in my bedroom now, sitting across from each other. Romeo was leaning against the headboard of my bed, while I was on a chair by the bedside table. His brows drew together, his gaze averting from mine. "I told you I am not dating her. If I was, I would not be here with you, and I would not have told you that I wanted you back," He replied.I chewed on my bottom lip, remembering the way I had felt when I saw them kissing in the cafeteria. I could still picture the way his eyes had met mine. "Why did she kiss you in the cafeteria?"I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "And, you also kissed back.""I'm sorry," He uttered. "It was wrong, I know. I could not just push her away when she kissed me, not with all those people watching. I know that is n
~ ROMEO ~I pulled into the parking lot and I saw that my dad's car was not there. I heaved a sigh of relief. The monster was not around, and I would not have to see his horrible face and get angry all over again. I turned off the car engine. I reached for my phone and dialed my girlfriend's number. The only person who had been making me smile lately and giving me the will to keep going.Ivy answered on the second ring. "Hey, baby!" She muttered, her voice echoing in my ears. Her voice was soft and soothing, and it calmed my nerves.The corners of my mouth curved, giving a wide smile. "Good girl," I uttered."Bad boy," She said with a chuckle in her voice. "I am at my mom's house now," I told her. I almost said "my parents' house," but that didn't feel right when it was really my mother's house."That is good," She said, her voice reassuring. "Take a deep breath and go inside. Just talk to her. She is your mother, and she deserves to know everything that is going on with you.
THREE WEEKS LATER ~ IVY ~I ran my fingers through my tangled hair and sighed as I looked around at my chaotic room. Clothes were scattered across the floor, along with several books that had tumbled from the shelves. The bed was unmade, and various items were scattered across the duvet. In short, my room looked like a hurricane had blown through it. If there was an award for the most disastrous room, I would have won it hands down.My boyfriend would have to take the blame for this mess. Even though I was the one who had left everything scattered around, I couldn't help but feel like it was his fault somehow. What on earth was he thinking, setting up a last – minute date like that, without giving me time to prepare? Don't get me wrong. I was thrilled about the date. I was just feeling a bit stressed out because I didn't have much time to prepare. And, on top of that, I was having the worst time trying to find the perfect outfit. Nothing in my closet seemed right. I was panickin
Everyone had different lifestyles, different aims and goals. As for me, I was known as the nice girl. Even my best friend, Joey, would always say that I looked too innocent and naive to be true; too good for anyone. Ever since dad died of lung cancer, I gave up on friendship. My two best friends betrayed me and then taunted me about my father's death. Since then, I worked very hard to have good grades in school in order to attain a scholarship after high school to relieve my mom. Those had been my utmost priority before this lame party came up .Here I stood dressed in a body hugging knee length dress. Large blue eyes, pale blonde hair because that's who I am. Who Ivy Young. My eyes scanned my body and my pretty dress. If I was truthful enough, I would say I look hot. This had been Joey's choosing not mine.My brows drew together. "Is this dress not a little short?" I asked, blinking my eyelashes rapidly.Joey turned to look at me, her honey brown eyes widened."Oh my God! You look real
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to forget what just happened, the way Romeo Sparks saved and how I acted like a typical dummy.I did the only thing left for me to do. I ran outside to look for joey.The minute I got outside, I spotted Joey among the crowd dancing heartily with Jake. It seemed like everything went well. I gripped her and pulled her outside, not minding the stares we were receiving from some people.****Things moved very fast, Saturday gone, Sunday gone and here was Monday. For the first time in my life, I was thinking of skipping school to avoid seeking Romeo.Oh Romeo!Even the thought of his name made my heart race.What would I tell him? Should I thank him? Many thoughts ran through my mind as I got dressed. He probably would not recognize me. I didn't think I had any class with him, all I had to do was avoid getting in his way.It was in English class that I finally realized my prayer didn't get answered anyway. You know that feeling you get when you are feeling so
The whole car ride was in complete silence. I glanced over at Romeo, he was chewing his jaws so hard. His hands in the steering were so tight that his knuckles were white. Why is he always angry?A couple of minutes later, we pulled up in front of my house.How did he know I live here? I looked over to him to ask but was interrupted.His brows drew together."Stop staring at me and get out!" He practically raised his voice.What the hell? I haven't done anything so why leach his anger out on me? "Don't raise your voice at me" I retorted, becoming angry at myself.I got out of his car without saying a thank you. He doesn't deserve one anyway.Since it was Friday night, I was in bed doing the usual. I was browsing the latest movies on Netflix when Joey rang me."Hey Ivy, I wanted to text but I knew you'll be awake so I figured I could call instead."Joey's voice sounds rushed.Like how you'll talk when trying to wear a really tight shoe.Either way I've missed her voice. I was ripped aw
A line appeared between my brows. I glanced around the room and they all looked hopeless. No one could help me.I swallowed a gulp down my throat."I'm not letting anyone kiss me and I don't care what the penalty is."I blurted out. I stood up immediately. I knew it was a wrong idea coming to this lame party in the first place. Nothing good ever comes out of it. I just lost my kiss to the school's baddest guy. It's now obvious that I'm a dummy. Why was I thinking? I kissed Romeo in front of everyone, like someone who has been craving for a kiss.I wobbled through the crowd as I managed to find the front door. I tried hard not to cry.I don't know how long I've been standing there, until a figure showed up behind me."I'm sorry about what happened earlier."I heard a voice behind me. I freaked out and spun around."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."Jake apologized and I gave him an assuring smile. "Where is Joey?"I asked him. "She has passed out. I've put her in one of the bedroo