EMILIA'S POV This is what I need now, mom's hug. I just buried my face in her shoulders and cried. At this point, I can't tell what I am crying for. Is it my real dad showing up when I least expected him, or the fact that I am having something to do with Xavier and feel guilty? What about having to deal with detention when I am not supposed to. Okay, let's cry over the visible one. I can't just go crying because I hate my birth father. "They have my face on camera" I sniffed as she pats my back "They have it on camera". Mom sighed, she kisses my neck and shush me. "It's okay, you are just a woman and people do make mistakes even though I did the same". I froze. Yeah, I get my mum has always been Mrs perfect. She never gets to do any mistakes and I wonder if she is even human at times. When cleaning, she would come to spot dirt in the sparkling sink you just cleaned. Do you want to talk about how she brings out cobwebs from my wardrobe when I obvio

This can't be happening, not when the two people I will prefer to kill over a million times are seated in the same car with me. Worst still, Xavier was seating right beside me, our bodies can literally touch and no matter how I try to move away, I feel he does come close to me on purpose. My head was still against the chair I was seating on but was turning on the inside together with my mind. Inside the car was really annoyingly loud; listening to the music James had on the car's radio, Xavier's loud headset, and his android sending and receiving messages. It was 7:17 and I wasn't feeling too relaxed in the car even though I was calm. Looking at my phone for a time now and then made me think we were going backward in time. Still in all that shit, to me, the vehicle was as silent as ever until James made a remark that got my attention. I first pretend not to hear him or notice him even saying anything at all but when I looked up, I found him staring at me through the fr

The rest of the school period went well, just that I was thinking about why I wanted to let Devin see me and hug Nigel. Fine, I won't lie about the little feelings I am just having towards him as well as the hate but I things it's normal. I can remember vividly two years ago, Mum told me about infatuation. From my point of view, I am just seeing nothing but a sixteen years old girl falling for what she is not sure of. And about Xavier, I can't tell, I just don't want to talk about that...that...damn! I think I am in love with my stepbrother! Walking down to detention, I fan my face with my left palm as I blinked rapidly. I can't let those tears drop, never! "Why does it hurt so much?" I sniffed. Not even that he had ever told me that he loved me, nor have I told him that I love him, I still don't get why I am feeling this hurt. I know he is trying to makeup but it can't work, not when all he wants is to just have my face against the wall and bang the shi

Did she just apologize? I can't tell how happy I am. Standing by the door, I waited patiently like a groom waiting for his bride. The annoying girls were nowhere to be found and I feel so grateful that they had eventually decided to get a life. Seconds later, I hear the door unbolt before the squeaky sounds of an opening door. The sound of water gushing followed and I won't lie, it took like forever for me to hear her footsteps. This is extremely strange because I can't tell why I just suddenly care. Why I just want to see that she is okay and should give a smile on her face instead of a red nose and a bit...what's that on her neck. Fuck it looks like a love mark. Better not be that Xavier had hot kissed her or something. That's yucky! Walking toward me, her gaze was fixed on mine. Our eyes locked for a while and as she was walking straight, all I thought was that she would come to give me a hug, kiss me, and tell me how great I am. "Emily I...". I felt

XAVIER'S POV I sat unbothered on the couch staring at the screen of my cell phone. I wasn’t sure what exactly Emily was asking her mum but I could hear my name. I didn’t want to get involved in extra responsibilities, Emily already had me worrying about her enough. I uncrossed my leg on the couch and walked over to the kitchen where her mum stood. Their voices became louder and soon, I got the point.Emily wanted to go to Nigel’s party alone. Was she alright? She had no idea what that motherfucker was capable of when it came to minors like her. Especially the naive ones that just want to make their stepbrother jealous. “Mom I said I’ll be fine. I don’t need Xavier around me all hours of the day. Mom, I’m not a kid.” “You are sixteen Emily sweetie.” “Sixteen isn’t six or twelve mom,” She replied in a huffy manner. I stood there leaning against the cream-painted wall. It was high time the wall paint got changed but that wasn’t my problem. My problem was why Em