At Hershey's DormitoryJade rang the bell again, and sure enough, Hershey was home. She was always at home, or more so than Marco Junior. Jade sighed, irritated. Why didn't she come home on this important occasion?An idea came to her mind. Maybe, just maybe she didn't mean to tell Hershey about Marco Junior's other girlfriend, Emily Reyes. Perhaps she would let them live in peace."Jade, I'm glad you're here."She heard a high-pitched tone. Her spirits immediately dropped. Maybe she should say it. When Jade turned, Hershey was staring at the stairs she had just climbed. Marco Junior is not far behind. As usual, her cheeks were hot pink."Hi, Jade my best friend." Jade waved, saddened by the fact that she had to be here for this."Look what I got." Hershey stated, holding Jade's hand, her giggles giddy.Jade stared at a beautiful circular band with diamonds on silver metal. "Nice." She spoke, her tone soft, her heart broken.She looked at Marco Junior, who seemed to have sparked in hi
"I didn't do anything, Marco. All I did was show her the truth."Marco Junior raised an eyebrow. "Show her the truth? Emily Reyes, I don't know who the hell that man is in those pictures but I can guarantee it's not me. He may look like me, but he's not me."Emily laughed, "Why are you in denial about us? Why can't you accept?"That's when Marco Junior realized that no matter what he said, she wouldn't listen. She couldn't hear him. "I don't know what's wrong with you Emily, but you need to ask for help. I've never seen a girl so obsessed about a lie."Emily closed her eyes, "There's nothing wrong with me, Marco. I know what reality is.""Truth to you does not exist!" He stated, his tone becoming harsh.Emily licked her lips."She came between us. She's the reason you're doing this.""What?""She's the one who's stopping us, Marco Junior." Emily said her tone cold. It drove Marco out. At first, she was giggling like a girl and now she was cold. Crispy.He stared, saying nothing. He wat
Marco Junior took out his cigarette and then threw it in the trash. He hadn't planned on spending Christmas alone, but over the past two years, he's gotten used to being alone every holiday. This year will be no different. That's what he said to himself.Taking a deep breath, he looked around the park. As he watched a woman nearby play with a boy on a nearby slide, he remembered his own mother - Danielle Gustilo. He imagined his mother holding his knee and checking it, to make sure he hadn't suffered any injuries from the slide he carelessly slipped on at the age of one. He remembered falling on the monkey bars at seven o'clock, not only skinning both knees, but also his elbows. He was shaking and crying.Her mother grabbed a wet tissue from her purse and placed it on his knees. He did the same with his elbows.His eyes went from the mother who had been watching her son go down the slide, to the swing set located on the east side of the park from where he was sitting next to the slide
Shaira Rose Gustilo Fernando POVI fly through the piles and piles of paraphernalia that litter my bedroom floor. I will be late. On a Friday, after being on time all week, I would be late. 'Pearl!' I shouted furiously. Where are you? I ran out onto the landing and threw myself over the banister. 'Pearl!' I hear the familiar sound of a wooden spoon hitting the sides of a ceramic bowl as Pearl appears at the bottom of the stairs. She looked at me with a tired expression. This is an expression I have used recently. 'Keys! Have you seen my car key?' I puffed at her. 'They're on the coffee table where you left them last night.' She rolls her eyes, taking herself and her cake mixture back to her workshop. I crossed the landing in complete panic and found my car keys under a pile of weekly glossies. 'Hiding again,' I whispered to myself, grabbing the tan belt, heels, and laptop. I went downstairs and saw Pearl in her workshop spooning cake mix into different tins. 'You need to tidy up
The lawns are greener than green, the house looks like it receives a daily scrub down and even the gravel seems to receive daily maintenance. If the exterior is anything to go by, then I can't imagine the interior needing any work. I looked up at the dozens of sash bay windows, seeing soft curtains hanging from all of them. I'm tempted to call Herman to check I've got the right address, but it says The Country Hills on the gate. And that miserable sod on the other end of the intercom was obviously waiting for me. As I pondered my next move, the doors opened, revealing the largest man I had ever seen. He saunters out to the top of the steps. I gasped when I saw him, taking a slight step back. He was wearing a black suit - specially made to be sure because it was not a regular size - a black shirt and a black tie. His shaved head was shiny, and sunglasses covered his face. If I could form a mental image of who I expected to show up at their doors, it certainly wouldn't be him. The man
I took a sip of water to moisten my dry mouth and cleared my throat before returning my gaze to his sharp gaze. 'So, may I ask why?''You can.' He removed his leg, leaning forward to place his bottle on the table, resting his arms on his knees, but said nothing more. Wasn't he going to elaborate on that?'Okay,' I tried to maintain eye contact. 'Why?''I've heard good things about you.'I felt my face heat up. 'Thank you. So, why am I here?''Well, to design.' He laughs, and I feel stupid but also a little irritated. Is he laughing at me?'Design what exactly?' I asked. 'From what I've seen, everything is pretty perfect.' He certainly didn't want to modernize this beautiful place. It may not be my forte, but I know class when I see it.'Thank you,' he said softly. 'Do you have your portfolio with you?'"Of course," I answered as I reached for my bag. Why he wants to look at it is beyond me. It won't show anything like this place.I put it on the table in front of him and expected him
Engelbert sat down on another stool. 'It's amazing. The Italian way of skiing follows their quiet lifestyle closely,' He smiled broadly, the first proper beaming smile since I had laid eyes on him - all straight, white, and green. This man is a God. 'I got up late, found a big mountain, ran up the slopes until my legs gave out, slept late, ate late and started again the next day.' He addressed us all but stared at me.His passion for the slopes is reflected in his wide smile.I couldn't help but return his beam. 'You're good?' I asked because this was the only thing that came to my mind. I think he is good at everything.'Very,' he confirmed quietly. I nodded my approval, and for a few seconds, our eyes met. I was the first to break it.'Shall we?' He asked, pushing himself off the stool and motioning towards the exit.'Yes.' I smiled. I'm supposed to be here to work, after all. All I have achieved so far is a hot flush and an establishment of extreme sports. I was in a trance.From t
'You're just there. I was just going to call you,' Pearl exclaimed, without looking up from placing the figurine on the wedding cake she was decorating. Her tongue was sticking out, resting on her lower lip.It made me smile. 'Do you fancy going out?'She still didn't look up. "This is good. I'm sure my face would give away any attempt to feign coldness. I'm still a little confused after my lunchtime meeting with a Lord of the Country Hills. I don't have the energy to get ready and go out.'Shall we save ourselves for tomorrow?' I tried.I know this will mean a bottle of wine on the sofa, but at least I can put my PJs on and chill out. After the day I had, calming my racing mind was paramount. My head hurts and I can't concentrate all day.'Indeed. Let me finish this cake, then I'm all yours.' She rotates the fruit cake on the stand and dabs edible glue on the icing. 'How was your day in the countryside?'"Ha! What do I say? I was expecting a handsome country bumpkin, but I got a devas