《More Than Her Friend {unedited}》 Ch. 1 Boarding School Here I Come ***Jessie POV*** **10 years later** Snuggled in between her bedsheets, basking in the warmth and wanting to sink back into the abyss of sleep; just her bed and her, as it should be. Her curls all over her pillows and face, laying freely. She turned to look up at the ceiling, a smile tugging at her lips, ¡®It¡¯s almost time for me to leave this hell hole,¡¯ she thought to herself as a sigh escaped her. Suddenly, a pair of hard knocks on her bedroom door broke her reverie. ¡®Oh well, not like it¡¯s my place,¡¯ she thought, ¡®go ahead and break the door, there¡¯s nothing of import in here except my phone and snacks. My time in this hellhole is at its end, though I do wonder who¡¯s knocking like a maniac.¡¯ ¡°Let me guess, my two-faced mother? My father would never, as every time he looks at me, he looks closer and closer to a heart attack, though that¡¯s an offense to people who are, and actually have, suffered one,¡± she whispered to herself. ¡°Jessie, dearie, it¡¯s time to get up. You¡¯ve got to get ready to head to boarding school as your father and I have more important things to do than to take care of you.¡± Her ¡®loving¡¯ mother spoke, loud enough to be heard across the door. Without bothering to knock once more, her ¡®mother¡¯ turned and stomped back downstairs. ¡®I hope she falls down the stairs; wait, no. I don¡¯t want to get blamed for it if it happens while I¡¯m still here. Hopefully she falls after I leave.¡¯ She thought to herself. ¡®What? She deserves it if it does happen. Karma¡¯s a bitch, it¡¯s not my problem,¡¯ she argued against her thoughts. Looking around ¡®my room¡¯ isn¡¯t difficult, given that it¡¯s no bigger than a storage room. It doesn¡¯t take long to pack everything, given I¡¯ve only got three outfits, gifts from Mrs. Peach for my seventeenth birthday. I smiled at the thought of that sweet lady, because without her, I doubt I would¡¯ve finished elementary school. I love talking to her, as she¡¯s basically my only friend/mother figure, and I wish I could spill the truth about what happened, a decade ago. Unfortunately, I can¡¯t be selfish, as those lunatics would¡¯ve probably gotten her blacklisted, or worse, potentially killed. Mrs. Peach definitely didn¡¯t deserve either option. Sometimes I wish she was my biological mother instead of that clown. ¡°Finally done; time to exit this playhouse,¡± Jessie said to an empty room, as she pulled her brown hoodie on and headed downstairs. There she saw her sperm & egg donors, feasting on a luxurious plate of pancakes with eggs and orange juice. She swallowed at the thought of eating breakfast, though the likelihood of that happening was zero; cero; nada; zip. Not even a chance at the crumbs. ¡®Okay, I¡¯m not that desperate. I may be a foodie, but I¡¯m certainly not a sadistic one.¡¯ She thought to herself, rather dryly. Arriving in the kitchen with my two boxes, the laughter and conversation halted, putting me in the direct spotlight. I hate that, especially since it happens every time I step into a room they¡¯re occupying. Like I¡¯m a demon and they¡¯re perfectly innocent angels. It makes me wanna vomit so bad; though they don¡¯t deserve to see it. I¡¯m more of a situational bitch than a full-on bitch, alright? That¡¯s why I try to avoid all the places I know they¡¯ll be in, leaving me to spend the last decade in my room, as fun and exciting as that was. The only exceptions were when I left the house to visit Mrs. Peach with he car she gifted me. I made sure to keep it hidden from those idiots, didn¡¯t need them taking my escape away if shit hit the fan and they tried to silence me. My ¡®dad¡¯ breaks the silence with resting bitch face, staring at me like he¡¯s constipated.Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. ¡®Damn, he really needs to get that fixed; at some point, enough is enough.¡¯ She thought to herself. ¡°Ah, Jessie? Your father¡¯s talking to you; I thought we taught you better than that?¡± ¡®Mother¡¯ glared at me like I¡¯d stolen her man. ¡®What the fuck? All I remember is y¡¯all teaching me to fear & hate you. It¡¯s like I¡¯ve been stuck in a psychological horror movie.¡¯ She thought in annoyance. ¡®Mother¡¯ sat there, waiting for me to answer, a stiff smile on her face. ¡®Too much botox, I see,¡¯ she thought dryly. Putting both her and his plate in the sink, I muster my fakest smile, staring at them sickly sweetly, like a girl trying to please evil in-laws. ¡°Please forgive,¡± I start as I turn to look at them harder, as if suppressing tears and sorry while flipping my curly to the side in distress, ¡°Jessie is a disappointment, even after all the ¡®teachings.¡¯ It was just¡­ I¡¯m just so attached to my childhood home, ¡®memories¡¯ and all that. Jessie will stop & make you proud,¡± she spoke softly as she picked up her boxes. Jessie held in her laughter at her mother¡¯s blank face, ¡®Bet you didn¡¯t think I could act, huh? I¡¯m a theater kid, too, bitch. Though, I only practiced in front of Mrs. Peach or alone.¡¯ While Mr. Resting Bitch Face did his iconic stare, ¡®Am I supposed to cry, or maybe piss my panties? Is he okay? This man must not be getting anything, none, nada. No pussy. Dry ass pussy. Okay, I need to wash my mouth out, I¡¯m wildin¡¯ a bit.¡¯ ¡°Why are you staring at me? Hurry up and get the fuck off my property. I feel like I¡¯m going to drop dead, looking at your face,¡± he said, grunting angrily. ¡®Then do it; roll over and die. Oh, guess you won¡¯t; that¡¯s what I thought, ya drama fuck.¡¯ ¡®He has the audacity to talk about my looks, when he¡¯s balding all over, and what hair he has, is gray and looks dead inside. That combined with his pale face, like someone too much powder alongside her botox-stiff smile; they¡¯re really a match made in purgatory, aren¡¯t they?¡¯ ¡®Why are you looking at me like that? Hell¡¯s too good for them, especially if sweets exist.¡¯ ¡°Honey!¡± Exclaimed in shock. ¡°Shut the fuck up, woman! There isn¡¯t a need for us to pretend anymore; she¡¯s out of our hair now. No more being cursed by a child living with us; don¡¯t you see how much I¡¯ve aged this last decade? I used to look like Zach from Saved By the Bell,¡± he said in exaggeration. ¡®Lies; pure lies, I tell you. Blame it on me, ugh.¡¯ ¡°Okay, then. I¡¯m ready to leave this hellhole and start a new life, without idiots for parents,¡± I shout, walking out the door, boxes in hand. As I make my way down the block towards my car, I hear my ¡®Dad¡¯ shout, ¡°Don¡¯t come back, ya hear! Because we will be gone! Pay for tuition on your own, or live on the streets for all I care!¡± I didn¡¯t even look back, just kept walking. About 20 minutes later, I hopped in the 2018 Lexus Mrs. Peach gifted me, buckling my seatbelt before cranking the gas, making my way to the airport a few minutes away. Once there, I quickly got the tickets and boarded the plane heading to Miami. ¡®Florida, here I come,¡¯ she thought dryly. Pulling out my earbuds and turning off my phone, I finally began to doze off as my mind relaxed. ¡°Passengers, this is your Captain speaking. We have touched down in Miami, Florida. If you have a connecting flight, be sure to find the correct gate. Also remember to put your seats and trays back into their original positions. A female flight attendant walked up the aisle, offering assistance to anyone who needs it, as well as repeating the Captain¡¯s words, as she made her way to the back of the plane. ¡®Damn, she looks great. Wait, what am I thinking? She¡¯s just a woman; alright, I sound like a guy in a soap opera, denying his love for the other male lead. Though, I only watched lesbian¡­¡¯ she thought to herself. ¡°Everyone, grab your luggage and get off, so we can pull the plane around for maintenance & refueling, please,¡± a male attendant says, a bit too loudly. At how rude he sounded, I grabbed my luggage and ran off the plane, like my mom¡¯d caught me watching gay porn. ¡®Not that I know what that is.¡¯ She thought quickly. ¡®Sure¡­¡¯ another ¡®she¡¯ thought back. ¡®Shut up!¡¯ she thought to the other. As I step off the boarding plank, I see an older lady, holding up a sign with my name on it. I walk towards her with a small smile on my face and waving at her. Ch.2 My Roommates Life Is So Entertaining ***Jessie POV*** I say walk, but it was more like I¡¯d ran towards the old lady with a smile on her face. ¡®Aw, she looks nice; maybe coming here was the right choice after all.¡¯ Jessie thought as she waved her hands with a soft, timid smile on her face, black curls threatening to block my view. ¡°Note to self: put hair up before I have an accident,¡± I grumble under my breath, biting my lip as I look nervously at the old woman showing her pearly whites with her smile, letting the sign drop a little bit as I walked right up to her, while holding my nervousness back as best I can. ¡®Hopefully, I don¡¯t trip on the floor. Wait, is that possible? Alright, definitely overthinking things.¡¯ I think to myself as I snap away from my overly nervous thoughts before I really do trip on the floor or maybe fall on someone on accident. As I finally reached her, I saw her checking her phone. Without looking up to acknowledge my approach, she slid her phone in her pocket and raised her head, patting my shoulders and grinning like the Cheshire cat. ¡°You¡¯re so shy, dear,¡± she says softly. I rolled my eyes at that and pouted a little; as she caught sight of my facial expression, she shook her head and laughed. ¡®Who is she laughing at and calling shy,¡¯ I thought to myself, a slight, unnoticeable blush creeping on my face. She laughed more, startling me as my body stiffened from her sudden hug. Silently noticing how uncomfortable this amount of affection made me, she pats my back and lets me go. Almost immediately, I visibly relax once the unnecessary contact ends, ¡®I hate being timid, but I hate it when people touch me; Mrs. Peach being the only exception,¡¯ I think to myself. She looks at me apologetically and picks up the sign, ¡°I¡¯m sorry for hugging you without permission,¡± she says softly, ¡°I forgot to introduce myself; my name is Mrs. Miller and I apologize.¡± She says confidently, though a hint of shame behind her words. I smile slightly and shake my head, ¡°It¡¯s¡­ okay. I¡¯m just not used to strangers touching me, give me a warning next time, or even one of your smiles.¡± A smile lights up her face as she shakes her hand, waving for me to follow, ¡°Okay, let¡¯s head off to school. I¡¯ve got a board meeting in an hour, and it¡¯s a good thing the school proper is only ten minutes from here,¡± she says as I nod my head in agreement. I follow behind her as she makes her way out to the parking lot, trying to pace myself to not get left behind. ¡°Come on, dearie, you¡¯re making me feel younger than I am,¡± she calls back. I rolled my eyes at that and sped up to catch her, ¡®I feel like collapsing in the middle of the parking lot, just how far out did she park? The end of the Earth, or maybe Hell?¡¯ I thought to myself as I shook my head, wiping sweat off my brow with my hoodie sleeve, ¡®I might be in need of a gym membership at this rate.¡¯ Not long after that last thought crossed my mind, I saw the car in view as she unlocked it, beckoning me to hop in the passenger seat, ¡°Come on, dearie. You¡¯re nearly on the edge of falling over, are you okay?¡± she asks as she grins at my lack of athleticism, shaking her head. I got in the passenger seat and my body melts into the softness of the seat, the AC blowing in my face keeping me in reality for a little bit before I close my eyes and fall asleep, the last thing I hear being the car starting and her seatbelt buckling. Just before I drift away, I hear her mutter something along the lines of ¡°this girl should be more careful, or she might end up hurting herself,¡± with a slight smile behind her nagging words. ¡®Is this what moms, or people that actually care about you are like?¡¯ I thought to myself, internally smiling at her constant nagging as I finally drift away into darkness. I opened my eyes ten minutes later, to see the all-girls boarding school looming over us. I got out of the car with my suitcase, following after Mrs. Miller¡¯s short frame. ¡°Jessie, dear, we¡¯re almost to your room. Now, if you ever need anything, come and ask me; we haven¡¯t known each other long, but I feel like you¡¯re the daughter I never had, with how shy and sassy you are.¡± She says, a sad smile on her face as she shakes her head. ¡°Okay, Milly. Is it okay if I call you that, instead of Mrs. Miller?¡± I ask, looking at her as we walk towards my door. She hesitates to answer for a moment, before shaking her head and chuckling softly, ¡°Nobody¡¯s ever called me that, but I¡¯ll let you. Don¡¯t let the other students hear, though, or they might get jealous; can¡¯t have them thinking I¡¯m giving you any sort of favoritism.¡± ¡°Now, I hope you and your roommate get along well; she¡¯s a bit of a flirt, but don¡¯t mind her too much.¡± She says lightly, a slight frown on her face. ¡®Maybe my roommate is nice and cool, unlike some people I know. Why would she flirt with someone like me, anyway?¡¯ I think to myself as I look at Milly in confusion. She pats my shoulder, a knowing smile on her face, ¡®What is that supposed to mean?¡¯ I think as she hands me the key to my dorm, school schedule, and information to pay for school.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. ¡®Oh shoot, I need to ask her if I can change the account payments come from. I really have a goldfish for a brain; no offense to goldfishies!¡¯ ¡°You¡¯re so shy; anyway, tell me if she bothers you and I¡¯ll beat her up for you,¡± she says, a serious expression set on her face. ¡®Is she trying to lose her job over someone like me? Definitely not worth it,¡¯ I think as I shake my head in confusion and pat her shoulder. ¡°IS there something you need to tell me, Jessie?¡± She asks, worry in her voice and a look of surprise on her face. ¡°Please, don¡¯t fight a student over me. I¡¯m not worth losing your job. Please, just keep smiling at me? I¡­ Well, is it okay if I call you my second godmother?¡± I ask seriously, a slight blush spreading across my face. ¡°Oh, she¡¯s my niece, so no need to worry about me losing my job. What¡¯s that about you not being worth fighting for? Who told you that?¡± She asks softly, pausing to stare at me for answers. When none are given, or shown, she shakes her head in frustration and continues to look at my eyes, ¡°Remember, you can tell me anything. When you¡¯re ready, of course. As for your other question, yes, you can call me your godmother.¡± She says, excitement bubbling across her face, starting with her bright smile. My body stiffened up for a second, before I saw her concerned face and I nodded at her, relaxing a bit to lighten her worries, ¡®I haven¡¯t told anyone what they did to me, it¡¯s just hard to explain. I hope she won¡¯t stop smiling at me, even if I can¡¯t explain.¡¯ I thought to myself as I shake my head at these foolish thoughts, feeling her pat my shoulder with a smile on her face. I smile back, flipping the frown upside down. She speaks up, grabbing my attention, ¡°Is there anything else I can do for you, before I got my meeting?¡± she asks, concern in her sweet voice. I nod, ¡°I wanted to ask if you can transfer the school fees to my account, instead of my parents¡¯,¡± I say, looking at her as she nods at me in confusion. She doesn¡¯t question me, but I see curiosity gleaming in her eyes as she hakes her head. I smile at her, noting how she reminds me of Mrs. Peach. I could totally see them being friends or, maybe, something more. ¡®Yeah, Milly & Peachy sitting in the tree..¡¯ I think to myself with a smile. Milly snapped her fingers to get my attention, folding her arms and curiosity glinting in her eyes. Shaking my head at her curious stare, ¡°I¡¯m sorry; I got lost in my thoughts. Don¡¯t have anything else to ask right now, so thank you, and I don¡¯t want you to be late to your meeting. I can handle myself from here, and have a great day, Milly!¡± I say, smiling back. I never thought I¡¯d be able to smile this much; it¡¯s definitely more than I smiled during my childhood. ¡°Alright, Jessie. I¡¯ll make sure to get everything you¡¯ve asked taken care of, and remember to tell me if you need help! Stop being so stubborn, and be sure to get some rest for tomorrow.¡± She says seriously, making eye contact. I nodded my affirmation, ¡®She¡¯s definitely more serious than Mrs. Peach; feisty, but sweet.¡¯ I think with a smile, ¡®I need to call Peachy and let her know I¡¯ve arrived, and that all is fine, or else she¡¯ll worry herself to death. She¡¯s my rock, though I¡¯m not sure if I know entirely how that happened¡­¡¯ ¡°Alright, Milly; and I¡¯m not stubborn, more of a pus---well, a frightened kitty. Never just assume,¡± I say cheekily, unlocking the door as her laugh fills the hall, and my ears. Rolling my eyes as it opens, I see clothes all over the couch and moans filling the room, ¡®Alright, what the flying fuck is going on? It sounds like someone¡¯s getting railed; I wonder if it¡¯s my roommate? Or maybe she¡¯s doing the fuck---Okay, I haven¡¯t met her yet, no inappropriate thoughts about her!¡¯ I followed the trails of clothes leading to my roommate¡¯s, noting how all the clothes are ripped. ¡®Must be intense,¡¯ I think to myself. Dragging my suitcase behind me and trying to be quiet so as to not interrupt anything. I make my way into my own room, unpacking her bags and noting how big her room is, ¡®Definitely bigger than a storage room,¡¯ I think briefly, before the moans crescendo. ¡°Oh¡­ Yes, Cherry! Pop my cherry, mmfff.¡± I hear from the other room. Wait, who¡¯s Cherry and who¡¯s getting theirs popped?¡¯ I think as I fight back laughter. ¡°Girl, stop lying and take this strap,¡± I hear in response, a girl with a sweet, deep voice grunts. ¡®Shit, this sounds heated; I need to get some rest and look for a job so I can pay for tuition.¡¯ ¡°Damn, can we¡­ can we do this again? I¡¯m going¡­ going to cum!¡± the first girl said, in between pants and moans. ¡°No, you know my rules; no relationships, no emotions, just fucking. Tu entiendo (You understand.)¡± The second girl replied, harshly. ¡°Stop, I need to go. You¡¯re so selfish! I can¡¯t believe I slept with a¡ªa fuck girl!¡± The first girl yelled. ¡°You can go, I won¡¯t tell your girlfriend; just take your shit with you.¡± The second girl replied with an annoyed grunt. ¡°Why¡¯d you rip my pants? How am I going to walk back to my room in just my shirt?¡± the first girl asked in horror at her situation. ¡°Just grab a towel from the bathroom, and go back the way you came. Also, stop showing up before your girlfriend finds out again, she already thinks we¡¯re dating. Not sure why she likes you, punta.¡± Curiosity winning out, I peek through a crack in my door quietly, careful to not make a sound. I see a girl with green eyes and purple hair grab a towel and limp towards the door, while glaring at a red-headed girl holding a broom, about to swing. ¡®She sure has a temper, and I thought the other girl was crazy. I¡¯d love to have some popcorn for this drama, though the bed¡¯s calling to me.¡¯ ¡°Alright, alright. I¡¯m leaving, not like I wanna mess with your crazy ass. No wonder you¡¯re single; you¡¯re just a whore.¡± The purple haired girl said, trying to not piss herself. ¡°Just get out of my room, Sarah; I need to greet my roommate if she hasn¡¯t left or gone to sleep yet.¡± The red-head, Cherry, replied, as she shut the door in Sarah¡¯s face. At hearing one door slam, I quickly and quietly close my own door. ¡®Hopefully she doesn¡¯t actually try to see if I¡¯m here,¡¯ I think to myself, moments before there¡¯s a knock at the door, scaring me into jumping into bed and hiding under the covers, ¡®this is what I get for being nosy!¡¯ I think as I close my eyes to look like I¡¯m asleep before my door opens and closes again. ¡°I guess she¡¯s asleep; I¡¯ll introduce myself to her tomorrow, and hopefully, she didn¡¯t witness that disaster of a fuck. That was so embarrassing. I¡¯m definitely just doing one-night stands from now on, no more two-night stands. Never again. Ella es muy loca. (She is very crazy.)¡± Cherry says to herself as her footsteps fade. Ch 3 Breakfast With My Attractive Roomie ***Jessie POV*** Sunlight shines brightly on the girl on the bed, whose sprawled all over, messy curls covering her face, and a comfortably satisfied look on her cute face. Face first in the pillow, hugging her slim frame, arms wrapped around herself, curled up in the fetal position as she snores softly in her sleep. Tiny teardrops leak, scrunching her eyebrows. Her small nose wiggled unconsciously, sniffing at the delicious aroma waking her from her slumber as she yawns and stretches. ¡®What¡¯s that wonderful smell, hmm?¡¯ she thinks to herself as she licks her plump, peach lips, her eyes flickering open. ¡®Smells like¡­ Eggs, and something else I can¡¯t place my finger on. I wonder if it¡¯s Cherry cooking, or someone else? Maybe I can ask them for some, if they don¡¯t mind sharing? I need to start my job search soon, before the semester starts.¡¯ Staring at the door, I impatiently jumped out of bed, tripping over my suitcase and falling to the floor; my butt collides on the hardwood as a loud *smack* echoes through the room. I feel pain up my back as I hope to be able to stand up. ¡®Dang, my ass is killing, literally. Shit, all I wanted was some food, is that too much to ask for?¡¯ she thinks to herself as she cries silently. Laying my head between my knees with them pulled up to my chest, ignoring the pain on my bum and sobbing to myself until I heard footsteps racing to my room, Cherry shouting to me, ¡°Are you okay in there?¡± I hear her ask. As I raise my head about to speak, Cherry rushes into my room, a worried look on her face as she sees me on the floor in my pj¡¯s and dry tears on my face. ¡®This has got to be the most I¡¯ve been embarrassed in my life, ever. Seriously, I¡¯m wearing Yarichin Bitch Club pajamas. Dammit, I hope she doesn¡¯t think I¡¯m a pervert. If she asks, I¡¯m just gonna say it¡¯s a comedy school life anime. I think to myself, as I raise my head confidently while wiping tears from my face, a grateful smile aimed at her tugging on my lips. She smiles back, showing her pearly white teeth. I turn my head nervously, a blush covering my cheeks Feeling her eyes on me, I stare back to see her stretching her hand out to me, only after she looks me up and down, biting her lips. ¡®Is she checking me out? Nah, she¡¯s definitely out of my league; not that I like her or anything.¡¯ I think with a sigh as I place my hand into hers. She softly pulls me up to her chest, grabbing my waist and leaning down to my hear, her hot breath fanning my face. My face and body are suddenly warm all over, ¡®I¡¯ve never had a reaction like this before when a stranger hugged me, what¡¯s wrong with me? I need some water, or something.¡¯ Her fresh mint smell fills my nostrils and consumes me, it¡¯s too much; I bite my lip nervously. ¡°Do you want me to help you to your bathroom? I can help you run the water, too. I heard soaking in a nice, hot bath is good for sore bottoms,¡± she says softly in her thick Mexican accent, chuckling at me. ¡®Is she really picking at me? So what if she¡¯s attractive with her dark red hair and fine accent? And no, I only like her accent because I want to visit Mexico in the future. Seriously, I have really high standards, so high, nobody can reach¡­. Okay, fine. I¡¯m better off alone.¡¯ ¡°Have you decided?¡± she says, her warm lips grazing my ear impatiently. Her arms already wrapped around me, she tightens the embrace, causing me to stiffen a little as I nod. Without warning, she picks me up bridal style, I latch onto her by putting my hands on her shoulders to balance myself. I glare at her smiling eyes, before she rolls her own, ¡°Why are you glaring at me like a frightened kitten?¡± she asks innocently, ignoring my death stares at her good-looking face. ¡®I meant ugly, unattractive face. Yea, who said she looks good? I have high standards, remember?¡¯ She places me on my bed, making me look at her tall, curvy figure as she stares down at me. I feel so small under her intense gaze, no wonder girls jump all over her. ¡®Not that I¡¯m like the other girls. It¡¯s just that humans are so annoying, except Milly & Peachy.¡¯ ¡°Sure, your search history begs to differ.¡± ¡®My search history is as clean as my innocent mind, okay?¡¯ ¡°Hope that helps you sleep well at night.¡±This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. ¡®Whaaaaat? I¡¯m perfectly, 100%, undeniably innocent¡­ Okay fine, accidents happen!¡¯ ¡°If you¡¯re not going to speak, I guess I¡¯ll have to tickle you!¡± She threatens lightly as she rubs my feet. I shiver at her touch. ¡®I forfeit! My laughing is so cringey, it sounds like a chipmunk, or maybe a choking squirrel!¡¯ ¡°You.. can run me a bath if the offer¡¯s still there?¡± I whisper quietly. She nods in agreement, before making her way to my bathroom and running the water. Showing off her plump a¡ª¡®No, no. I mean her plump arms. I¡¯m definitely not checking her out, not at all. She might be a little sweet, but she¡¯s still a bully.¡¯ The water stops running and she walks out, making her way towards me, a smirk on her face. ¡®What¡¯s she thinking in that head of hers, with that mischievous grin on her face?¡¯ Looking at confidently, she stands in front and holds her arm out for me to grab onto. I do so, and she walks me to the restroom, since I can walk a bit, the pain not as bad as it was initially. I lean on the wall as she grabs my hoodie and underwear from my bed, per my orders. ¡®Yes, she listens to me! I¡¯m the boss, and she¡¯s my henchwoman! Wait, no, don¡¯t tell her I said this; not that she scares me, or anything.¡¯ I think to myself, before remembering her lips grazing my ear, her hot breath on it. ¡®Ugh, why did she have to tease me like that? Is this what roommates do? I¡­ guess we could be friends, maybe.¡¯ She came in, setting my clothes down on the counter with a towel and a rag, before turning to me, her signature grin on her face as she looks me up and down again. ¡®Didn¡¯t she ever hear staring at people too long is rude?¡¯ ¡°I wanted to ask if you need my help undressing? Since we¡¯re both girls¡­¡± she asks, somewhat convincingly. ¡®Like I¡¯d let her undress me; the day I do, I¡¯ve been possessed or something. I can¡¯t let my scars be seen by anyone; what if people find out and they hurt her? She seems nice enough, at least.¡¯ ¡°Thanks for the offer, but I¡¯m not as sore as I was earlier,¡± I say quietly, giggling at her surprised expression before it turns into a smirk. She leans on the wall, staring intently at me, shaking her head in confusion. ¡®Has she never been rejected before? Oh well, good lesson for her; not everyone¡¯s attracted to her.¡¯ ¡°Okay. Jes, can I call you that, Jessie? You can call me Cherry, since we haven¡¯t introduced ourselves yet.¡± I nod in agreement with the nickname. She smiles at me as she continues talking, and staring, ¡°Okay. When you¡¯re done, come eat breakfast. I cooked a Mexican egg dish and some pancakes, if you like that?¡± she questions. I nod, ¡°Sure, I¡¯d like that.¡± I respond before she she smiles at me and heads out, shutting the door behind her. I let out a breath I didn¡¯t know I was holding and stripped before stepping into the tub with bubbles, soaking until I felt better. I was out quickly when I heard my alarm ring, getting dried off and putting my clothes on. I placed everything where it needs to be neatly before heading into the dining room. I take a seat at the table to see all the food, smelling absolutely delicious and worth all the pain I went through this morning. ¡®Definitely worth it; whoever marries this girl is blessed by the gods. Where is she, anyway?¡¯ I look around to find her wearing a pantsuit that hugs her body, highlighting her curves. ¡®What good taste for school; I just remembered we don¡¯t have assigned uniforms. That means I have to go buy clothes, or people will notice me wearing the same 3 outfits.¡¯ I dig into the dish that consists of a tortilla with fried eggs, beans, salsa, and cheese, moaning at the deliciousness in my mouth. ¡®This is the best thing I¡¯ve ever put in my mouth! Wait, why does that sound dirty?¡¯ ¡°Mmmm, I gotta learn to cook this,¡± I murmur to myself, forgetting about the pancakes until someone grabs one. She stuffs it into her mouth while staring seriously at me. ¡®Why is she staring at me, eating the pancake like that? Does she want some? But it¡¯s so good.¡¯ I internally sob at the thought of losing this delicacy. ¡°What¡¯s this dish called in Spanish? It¡¯s really good.¡± I ask, staring at her in curiosity. I¡¯ve only eaten American dishes in Miami and never got to try anything else. She points at the eggs and says passionately, ¡°It¡¯s called Huevos Motule?os; some Mexicans eat it for breakfast.¡± I continue to munch on the eggs in silence as she tells me about her favorite thing to cook for breakfast, before she talks about various things concerning Mexico and how she can¡¯t wait to go back. I couldn¡¯t help but feel a bit sad, but I know not everyone is meant to be by your side forever. Noticing the frown on my face, she pauses, ¡°Are you alright?¡± she asks, concerned. I nod, mumbling a yeah before she tries to tickle me. She chuckles before moving on, ¡°It looks like school¡¯s about to start. Come on, get your stuff, and I¡¯ll show you around. Are you a senior?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± I respond, before making my way back to the bedroom for my things before stepping out the front door. ¡®I swear, I felt her eyes on my ass. Maybe I¡¯m going crazy? I saw her on the phone, flirting with someone. Oh well, at least we get along, and can be friends. But why do I feel a slight pain in my chest? Maybe this the eggs, or maybe I need to exercise more? We can¡¯t be anything more than friends.¡¯ ¡°Let¡¯s go together,¡± Cherry says as she grabs my arms, dragging me around campus. ¡®C¡¯mon, Jessie! You¡¯ve got this!¡¯ I think as I pull my hood over my head, following her. Ch 4 Befriended By Her ***Jessie¡¯s POV*** I blinked my eyes at the sight of my campus, which seemed more like a mansion than a school, spreading 13 acres of land and well-groomed grass. Perfectly cut bushes and roses around the entrance. Gasping to myself at the silver sign that read,¡¯ Achilles St. Boarding School.¡¯ Designated valet parking spot reserved both for teachers and students. Students and teachers getting out of their Lamborghini or limbo in style, excluding with confidence. Compared to my nice but inexpensive car, which I hold dear to me and wouldn¡¯t trade it for a think. Reminding me of a villa or mansion, Cherry strode through the golden gates and sliding her identity card. I striding in behind her, catching up with her fast long legs. I mumbled, annoyed and jealous of Cherry''s athletic-like body compared to my short petite one. Why do the gods always cause me to suffer, can¡¯t a girl cut some slack? My eyes wander to her toned backside and accidentally check out her ass for a sec. Not that I attended to do such a thing. I¡¯m not that kind of girl, okay. I confidently thought to myself. Feeling my eyes roaming her body, Cherry glances at me, searching my face with a glint in her black eyes. Disappearing quickly, putting her charming smile on her face. I felt heat rush to my face, my almond complexion concealing it. Or else this would be embarrassing. "Let go, mi gato. The first period is almost glancing at her, surprised by her affectionate tone. Is she trying to give me a heart attack with her flirting? Cheekily grin at me, chuckling at my death glare."Are you teasing me?" I blurted out. ¡°I was only joking, okay? Let me get you to class or else, my aunt will give me a mouthful.¡± She placed her hand on my shoulder, guiding me through the Spanish-styled pathway. My palms sweat from the close contact between me and her. I have never been this close with anyone besides Peachy or Milly, -this felt different. Not a bad kind, a weird kind. I rub my palms on my hoodie and try to calm my pulsing heart. Only for her to bend down by my ear, whispering flirtatiously. When we entered the luxury building, which had a high ceiling and diamond chandelier shining from the sunlight beaming through, "Let me get you to class, mi cielito." Her soothing, deep Mexican accent came through as she teased me. What does mi cielito even mean? Is she making fun of me with that cute, punchable face of hers? I glared at her, embarrassed and blushing on my face, turning to see students by the pearl-colored locker, shocked by our close PDA, and felt someone staring at me. I glanced in that direction. To be met with Sarah''s green eyes piercing at me, and a girl''s blue eyes, arms wrapped around her. Ignoring my presence and a chilling tingle made my hair strands stand up and I haven''t felt that in a while. My body stiffened and Cherry state at me, concerned. ¡°Are you okay, Jess? Your shoulders suddenly tensed up on me.¡± ¡°Yeah, I was nervous and all. It¡¯s my first day of boarding school.¡± I say reassuringly. She coldly glanced back at Sarah and the girl, clenching her jaw. She glanced briefly at me, sighing, frustrated. I wondered what''s wrong. I stare at her with black eyes. She places a hand gently on my shoulder, seriously eying me. ¡°Okay, I''ll believe you this time, Jes.¡± I nod, briefly smiling at her. She whispers to me. "Mi gato, next time it won¡¯t be so easy for me to give up." I blush at her nickname for me. I need to give her one, too. A terrible one, yeah. Catching the eyes of students that were heading to class, and she led me to my first period. Making me feel uncomfortable with them staring so boldly at me. Cherry grabs my phone out of my pocket and types her number in my phone. ¡°Jes, call me if you need anything, okay?¡± Waiting for my answer. When did she become so bossy? Or was I too blind to see it? Shaking my head. "Okay, aren¡¯t phones not allowed during class." I worriedly said. Earning a gentle smile from her.¡± My family owns this place, so that won¡¯t do anything to me.¡± ¡°Fine,¡± I grumble out, agreeing. She pats my shoulder happily, ¡°Jes see, that wasn¡¯t so hard to say.¡± Heading off to her classes. She really did a three hundred and sixty on me. That girl and her mood swings. I entered my biology class to be surprised, when a familiar man, whose face I saw somewhere. I just couldn¡¯t put my finger on it. He beckons me to his desk, students chatting amongst themselves. Totally in a world of their own as the young man, in his late twenty¡¯s reaches out his hand and lightly grabs my hand. My body automatically stiffens at his touch, his blue eyes peering into her soul. ¡°Hi, I¡¯m Mr. Malia?o, your biology teacher.¡± He said, brightly smiling at me, In his thick Italian accent. As the word ''teacher came out of his mouth, my body felt stiff, and I wanted to yank my hand away from his hold. ¡°And you are?¡± He asked. Don¡¯t know our names. Plus, everyone else in his class is on their phones. Or chatting with each other. Is there really a need for me to introduce myself? He''s got to be kidding me? I wanted to walk out of this class and slam the door right in his face. But I couldn''t, my body just froze. I knew I had to introduce myself, plus I didn¡¯t need them bugging me. I have to just ignore him and focus on my studies. I reassured myself. Feeling better than before. His sickly sweet smile gave me chills up my spine. I cautiously eyed him and shook his hand, trying not to tremble. I forced a smile onto my face and introduced myself to my teacher. Holding in my breath and keeping calm. ¡°My name¡¯s Jessie Silver. And I''m here to finish my last year of school.¡± I said nervously, trying not to break under his hold. When he glances at me, letting my hand go, patting me on the shoulder, and sitting at his desk in front of the classroom.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. I let out my breath, which I''d been holding in without even realizing it. Standing by the door where he left me, till he called me over, I stride to his desk standing on the side of him and he pointed to himself smiling at me. "Jessie, remember, you can ask me for anything. My door¡¯s always open to help." I nod at him to see anger flash through his eyes, quickly disappearing. Maybe I just imagined that, right? He could''ve gotten angry over such a small thing. ¡°Well, Jessie, if you need anything, you can come to my office after work, okay?" He quickly added, fixing his tie. Like hell would I come to ask his creep ass for help? Spotting a ring on his finger, glancing back at him, he catches my eye. Sliding off his ring, putting it away. I wonder if I misjudged him, maybe he lost his wife and is a little lost. Or going through something else. I still need to keep my guard up against him, so I won''t end up hurt or worse. He coughed, catching my attention, pointing to the back of the classroom. There a girl with blonde hair with pink streaks and bangs, sitting in the slouch over reading a book. Invested in whatever it is. And her brown eyes glance over at me. Then Mr. Milano. Smiles at me while stuffing her head back into her book. She must really be deep into that book. I wonder if she¡¯d let me read it or tell me the name. I haven¡¯t read a book in a while. I glance back at Mr. Millano to see him staring at me weirdly. But I can¡¯t figure out why? ¡°That¡¯s Amora, she¡¯s your seatmate that¡¯ll you''ll be sitting with till the year¡¯s over. Now you may excuse yourself.¡± He mannerly, shooing me away. I almost sprinted over to Amora but didn¡¯t want to make my excitement too obvious. I stride towards my seating area, briefly hear him speaking into his phone in Italian and glancing at me to his computer on his desk. Tying away while still whispering on his phone and sliding it into his pocket. I sat down in my chair, making Amora, who was reading, stick her head out of her book, quickly stuffing it to her desk and turning to me. Her cheeks slightly blushed. What was she reading to make her so red? Wait, don''t tell me she¡¯s reading erotica or something. Her eager voice interrupted my thoughts,¡± Hi, my name¡¯s Amora but you can call me Mora.¡± I nod timidly at her from all the energy exploding out of her. ¡°My name¡¯s Jessie but, you can call me Jes,¡± I mumble out to her, making her smile at me. Then the bell rings, meaning class is officially starting and all my classmates quickly put down their phones. Or hiding it in their textbooks. The chattering stops and everyone faces the front of the class, watching Mr. Milano introduced himself to the class.¡± Hi, everyone my name¡¯s Mr. Milano and I''ll be your new teacher this semester. Because of the unfortunate circumstances of your old science teacher.¡± He maturely said, glancing over to the back of the class. And asks the girl to hand out our syllabus for his class, including our other classes. She smiles brightly at him, fangirling inside. Quickly giving us our schedules, sitting back at her desk, stargazing at the teacher. Whispering softly to her friends, who were at another table beside me and Mora. I glance to my side to see Mora strolling down her phone, reading a manga ... a yaoi one at that. He tells us we don¡¯t have any work for today and can quietly talk amongst one another. Excusing himself, to go to the restroom. No wonder she hid it from me. This girl really is something. Bravely reading Bl in the middle of class, carelessly. I applaud Mora¡¯s confidence and want to learn from her, one day. She catches me looking at her. I pretend to be reading my textbook, and she shuts my book. Mora mischievously glanced at me. What¡¯s she up to? She finally speaks up, looking at me folding her arms." I don¡¯t know why you¡¯re acting like you didn¡¯t see my manga. "Her blue eyes pierced right through me, making me cave. ¡°Okay, I saw some of it but I didn''t want to out you," I said, softly. She laughs at me, about to place her hand on my shoulder when my body instinctively finches. Mora puts her hand in her lap, looking at me, concerned, at my reaction. Why couldn¡¯t I just get over this? Why am I so broken.? I hate worrying people, I only want others to look happily at me. She softly smiles at me. I smile back at her when I don''t see pity in her eyes and she scoots closer to me. Whispering early in my ear, "Do you wanna read some Bl, with me or not? She questioned. I awkwardly agreed, nodding my head. We started talking more freely to one another, time quickly passing by and going our separate ways. I went to my two other classes alone and missed my new friend. Maybe we¡¯ll have another class together. The bell rang, and I headed to the cafeteria to have lunch, finding a nice table in the back of the big luxurious room. Placing my bag down, heading to grab some lunch, and I ended up getting some ramen with rice on the side. I think the gods have finally had it in themselves to grace me with a delicious meal. Peacefully eating her food when Cherry and her friends came over to where I''m at. Coming in from the outdoor lunch area, how many cafeterias does this place have? Hurriedly scoffed down my miso ramen while drinking the broth and eating some of my rice, almost choking, but thankfully I didn''t. Knowing how unlucky I can be. Especially slurping ramen, in front of people I don''t know excluding cherry. I still haven¡¯t come up with a nickname for her. From the side of my view, I see Mora sit down beside me, smiling and placing her stuff down, glancing at me. "Imma go get something to eat. Don¡¯t run off on me.¡± I nod, As she leaves, Cherry and her friends sit down at the table. Cherry introduces me to her two guy friends, glancing at me, "Jes, this is my friend Juan, he¡¯s a senior like us¡± I see his brown eyes silently observing me and showing me a small smile. Calmly saying,¡± Nice to meet, Jes.¡± Tucking his platinum blond hair into a ponytail, I smile at him,¡± Me too.¡± I wonder why Cherry¡¯s introducing them to me. Oh well, they seem nice. She then put her hand on the other dude¡¯s shoulder, brightly smiling at him.¡°Now, that''s my best friend Jose and my wingman.¡± I can tell they¡¯re really close compared to Juan. I look over to him, seeing his cold blue eyes glance at me, and nod, rudely looking down at his phone. I guess he doesn¡¯t enjoy meeting new people. Cherry looks at my face, apologetic, ¡°Sorry, he¡¯s always cold to new people. Wait till he warms up to ya.¡± Giving me a small smile. I politely nod. Wondering when Mora¡¯s coming back, glancing over to her bickering with the girl that was with Sarah at the food bar. Her olive skin turned red, angered by the girl. I wonder what that girl did to her, isn¡¯t she Sarah¡¯s girlfriend? Why¡¯s she flirting with Mora? She better not hurt my new friend or else. Two flirtatious girls'' voices. I glance over at them. At our table one flirted with Jose, sitting in his lap and arms around his neck. As he¡¯s eating some spaghetti, flashes a smile at Juan, who smiles back at him, nodding at him. Picking his food silently in his own world. My body stiffens when I see Cherry making out with the other girl in front of me. My heartfelt like it been stabbed. Realizing I may have a crush on my friend, that I''ve been denying since I met her. This has to be the worst first day of school, losing my appetite and sneaking away from the lunchroom. Grabbing my bag and Juan looks up at offering a small smile. I hurriedly ran into the restroom, stuffing the leftover rice in my bag. I look at my reflection in the mirror to see my tears falling out of my eyes and I wipe them away with my hand. Splashing water on my face, trying to figure out why my heart hurts or I''m crying over my friend. I wipe my face, hearing the bell ringing. I left the restroom, heading to my next class, deep in my thoughts. Telling myself repeatedly it¡¯s just a crush, it¡¯ll fade away. Ch 5 Feeling Hurts, Terribly! Ch 5 Feeling Hurts, Terribly! After rushing to my last period, I passed by Mora in the hallway. She chased me down and gave me a mouthful. For disappearing on her without letting her know and how she¡¯d worried. I hated causing her to be worried about me, so I told her I¡¯ll make up with her soon and we exchanged phone numbers. I stood in front of my locker, waiting to see Cher but as the students came out. I didn¡¯t end up seeing her, and I sighed, disappointedly. Were my feelings found out by her? Or is this just a coincidence? Right, how could she possibly know? The only person who saw me leave was Juan in the cafeteria, and he''s a rather quiet person. Besides, she was too busy eating some random girl''s face. I really need to get over this crush before my jealousy ends up ruining our friendship. I don¡¯t like this overwhelming feeling that¡¯s consuming me. I breathe out tiredly. Heading towards the exit, only to run into Mr. Miliano, whose voice cries out to me, and to turn around looking at him directly. ¡°Jessie, school just ended ten minutes ago. What are you still doing here?¡± His blue eyes eagerly asking me. My body instantly froze at his statement, scared to answer. My eyes roamed over the hallway on seeing a few students in here and panicking inside. I definitely can¡¯t tell this man I''m walking home alone. I look at him in his eyes, irritated with my late reaction. My mouth opens softly. "I''m waiting for my friend that¡¯s in the restroom. I think I''m gonna go text, my friend, to hurry." Taking out my phone, turning it on, pretending to text my friend, glancing up at him to make sure he¡¯s not getting in my personal space and I saw him texting someone, too. In an impatient manner, that seems like he¡¯s a kid in trouble and is trying to save their ass. Meeting my eyes, he wryly smiles at me. ¡°Then I¡¯ll see you at school tomorrow then, Jessie.¡± He walks out of the entrance, yelling loudly on his phone. Cursing out whoever¡¯s on the phone and sprinting out the door. Slamming it hard, that the few students left around, jump at the sound of the noise. I secretly peeked my eyes out the window to see Mr. Milano standing near the parking lot and looking at him, waiting. As if feeling my gaze on him, his head turns my way. I hurriedly squat beneath the window and crawl out to my locker. Slowly getting up off my knees, creeping to my locker that¡¯s close to me. Ignoring the stares I felt on me, internally panicking. Hearing them whispering in a low voice, "Is the new girl going crazy or something.¡± Glancing over weirdly at me. Passing by me heading towards the entrance, leaving me in the hallway by myself. Aimlessly striding to the restroom, as distressed at the thought of being alone and possibly having a stalker of a teacher. Pulling my curls entering the restroom, when my phone ding and a text message popped up from an unknown number. UN-Cherry told me to take you home. Are you still there? How could she leave me at school alone? After saying she¡¯d show me around and end up ditching me, frustrated and hurt, I text back, skeptical of who''s actually texting me. Paranoid, I cautiously text back. Jes- Who are you, really? I never thought she¡¯d let a complete stranger take me home! UN- Jes, calm down. It¡¯s Juan, I''m here to pick you up. I¡¯m gonna call you, okay? Jes- Sure. My phone rings and instantly answers it. Hearing a quiet familiar voice, ¡°Jes, are you alright? You had me concerned for a minute.¡± Finally, let out the breath I was holding and put the phone to my ear, my voice trembling, ¡°I was so sca-red. Everyone was leaving, and I thought Cher would take me home.¡± ¡°Are you hurt, Jes? Imma need you to breathe in and out. Can you make it to the lot?¡± Juan seriously asked, concerned. I shakily let out,¡± I d-on¡¯t t-hink I-ca-n. Juan ca-n you get m-e? I''m scar-ed.¡± My body trembles at the word. I whimper out. ¡°Okay, you gotta tell me where you¡¯re at?¡± He hurriedly asked. I heard his car door unlocking on the phone as he shut the door, talking and walking on the line. ¡°I-m, in the girl restroom near the lockers.¡± Biting my nail as I hoarsely spoke. Tears running down my face. Internally thank Jun for helping. You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. ¡°Jes, I''m outside the restroom. You can come out now, you''re safe.¡± I cautiously strode out of the restroom, seeing Juan figure by the door. I rushed towards him, trembling, glancing at him. His brown eyes widened at my disheveled appearance. I weakly smile at him, stumbling as I walk to him. He looks at me, then grabs me gently, caring for me in his arms. Too tired to protest, I let him take me to his car and glanced over his shoulder at the parking lot. Mr. Miliano¡¯s back could see him resting against the car, waiting for someone. I gasp. Was he waiting for her? How did he know I was lying? What does he want with me? I started hyperventilating, fearful of what could¡¯ve happened to me. Until a gentle hand rubs my back, comforting me and sitting me in the backseat. Covering me with a plush blanket, whispering comforting words to me, and my body relaxes, feeling safe. Forgetting about my crush and creepy teacher, that¡¯s most definitely a stalker or worse. Juan started the car, probably alerting Mr. Creeper as we drove off to Cher''s apartment near to here. It¡¯s about a ten-minute walk. As we approached my place, he seriously voiced out, ¡°Jes, was that man the one that scared you, outside the lot?¡± Glancing to the backseat, I timidly nodded to him. ¡°Does he work there?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± I weakly replied, staring out into the dark sky. ¡°Jes, if something like this happens again, can you call me? Cuz, I''m your friend.¡± He said confidently, glancing in my direction. I nodded. Smiling at him, I knew at this moment we''d be good friends. Maybe my night didn''t take a turn for the worse. Exiting his car, shutting the door, waving him off as I head to the front door, unlocking it, and heading in. Opening the door, stumbling in, I smelled perfume and alcohol in the air. Lights turned off. I flick the lights on, to see bras, ripped underwear thrown all over the couch and onto the floor. Empty bottles of wine and vodka, on the dining table. Wanting to cry out from the thought of my crush sleeping with another girl in our apartment and drinking together, while I''ve stuck at school hiding away from my creep teacher, that can¡¯t stop bothering me. Maybe it¡¯s my dreaming that got me feeling this way, or it¡¯s all my insecurities surfacing up. At somebody else seeing her flirtatious smiles or her speaking to me in Spanish. Despite me not understanding her. Was it a blessing or a curse, falling for someone like her? Knowing she¡¯d only see me as a burden to be handed over to someone else. Their words repeated as a record in my mind, ¡°Knowing our little boy died, leaving us with her. Make me sick. ¡°Daddy spat, harshly breathing. ¡°I know. I know. But it¡¯s too late for that. We¡¯ve got to take care of her. No matter how much of a burden she is.¡± Mommy softly whispered. I dashed into my room, shutting my door behind me. Trying to shut out the repeating voices hammering into my mind and soul, that I''m a burden. Scared I''d end up believing that I''m a burden. At this moment, I feel like one and I hate feeling this. Why do I even try at all? As I entered the darkroom, I realized how afraid of being alone I am but; I don''t want to be the burden they said I am. Eying the ceiling of my luxurious room that¡¯s supposed to make me feel happy or something. So why do I feel so numb and worthless? Why did I ever love my parents, which ends up leaving me disappointed time and time again? Crushing my hope, even with the help of peachy being a light throughout my darkness, But I know I can¡¯t always depend on others, maybe I should just live for myself and forget useless things. Like affection or love. I feel like I''m suffocating within in this dark room, that I didn¡¯t bother putting on the lights that could save me from the overwhelming darkness. Slouched against the wall as the coldness of the floor devoured me. Consuming my thoughts of reaching out to someone outside of my world of darkness. I promised myself to drag no one into my shit storm of life or twist my mind. Knowing that they would all end up scared of me, running far from my sight and leaving me alone again, broken. To pick up the shattered pieces, only for me to shove them to the side with all my other broken pieces of the former me. Leaving me to fight my inner demons and monsters by myself. How can someone as broken as I loved or smiled at forever, maybe in the past? If it saved me before I entered this level of the point of no return. Masking away my true feelings, smiling to make others worry less, and hurting deeply repeatedly. It¡¯s not anyone''s fault but my mind for believing that I''m more than a pitiful burden to family and friends, no matter how they try to convince me otherwise. How can they save someone that¡¯s unable to help themself? I bitterly thought, silently sobbing to myself, and contemplated. Whether I should give up and be free, looking over to my eyebrow shaver. But I decided against it, too afraid to. Actually, put my thoughts into action. Ignoring the ringing of my phone on my desk lightning up that side of the room, letting my inner thoughts pester away at my dismay. Mocking my fearfulness of the unknown and leaving my pain behind. Deep down I know I''d hate leaving everything and everyone behind. Because of my fear of not being able to see them, even when I''m slowly dying inside. Causing them potential pain that I wouldn''t wish on anybody. Even demons like Mr. creeper. Sighing deep inside, I wonder if I am forever going to be in my darkness alone? Just staring at the light from the outside. Masking away my hurt forever- it¡¯s better that way. No one ends up broken but me. Ch. 6 Undeniable Spark Ch. 6 Undeniable Spark Cherry¡¯s Pov In the middle of an intense make-out session, with some random girl. I met at school to let out my frustration and distract myself from my annoying thoughts. Of my cute roommate that I don''t need to get involved with and that¡¯s the way, it¡¯s going to stay. She¡¯s too pure to be mixed up in my life and we can be just friends. Right? Interrupted by my intruding thought, when the random naked blond girl beside me on my bed and her arms wrapped around my neck. Bites and sucks down on my neck. ¡°Pinche estupido! (fucking idiot) What¡¯s wrong with you!¡± Rubbing my bruised and sore neck with my hand. Pushing her off my naked body, frightened by my loud voice. She gets up angrily, glaring in my direction. Getting off the cold mahogany floor, standing in front of me pointing her long nails, ¡°What¡¯s the fuck! This wouldn¡¯t happen if you weren¡¯t ignoring me.¡± Struggling to cute pout, puckering her smeared lipstick, holding her hips, strutting my way. Brushing her wavy blond hair to the side, I roll my eyes. Sitting up, preparing to open my mouth and bless her out. Has this girl ever heard of a one-night stand or fuck? It¡¯s always the delusional ones I attract. That¡¯s why I pledge to stay single forever. When the sound of the front door opening and light footsteps heard. Juan must¡¯ve just dropped Jes off and she¡¯s just getting back. Hopefully, she¡¯s not mad at me for not picking her up today. Shit! I forgot to pick up the clothes on the floor. Maybe she didn''t see them. Why would she care, anyway? Aren¡¯t we just friends? I thought to myself. Whatever her name was in her face, stood in front of me biting her lip and balling up her fist, eying me.¡± Who¡¯s that? Is it one of your whores!¡± She screamed. Running, swinging her hands like a crazy woman. Yep, this bitch has to go! ¡°I don¡¯t think you read the memo. You¡¯re not my woman. In any shape or form. Get out my face!¡± Grabbing her hands before she slashes me off my face. With her Edward scissor hand nails. Dragging her naked body towards the door, as she tries to wiggle out my tight grip. ¡°Cherry, babe you can¡¯t do me like this! Don¡¯t you know who my father is!¡± Putting weight on her feet, tears leaking down her face. Mascara dripped down to the side of her face. Pitifully looking my way, I smiled at her. Letting her go, she places her right hand on her waist, pouting at me. ¡°See, babe, I knew you liked me. There¡¯s no need to let other insignificant people in our relationship.¡± waving her hand bashfully. I step over to my nightstand, grabbing my gun from inside of it. Pointing it at her, sliding a bullet in it, she shakes in fear. Widely smiling at her, I crept towards her. ¡°Continue, I love your voice. Repeat what you said. Ahora!¡± Her body falls to the floor, sliding against the door, fingers trembling, turning the knob. Biting her bottom lip, glancing away, hurrying her actions. I don¡¯t know why this brings joy and excitement to my very soul. Every time I see fear in my prey¡¯s eyes. Sprinting in her direction, she screams loudly. I put my gun to her head, covering her mouth. Making eye contact with her, ¡°When I release you, this time, you better zip it. Or else your father might not make it back from his trip to Mexico.¡± She hurriedly nods.Stolen novel; please report. Tucking my gun into my back pocket, taking my hand off her mouth. Wiping her sweat off my hand onto my bedsheets. Disgusted. Shooing her off, she stands up, opening the door. Sprinting out of my room, grabbing her clothes, dashing out the front door. Relieved sighed, glancing around at the messy living room. Picking up my clothes off the floor, throwing it and my bedsheets into the washer. Throwing away the empty liquor bottles off the counter. Quickly cleaning up everything till it''s spotless, grabbing an extra pair of sheets. Making up my bed, hiding my gun in a spot behind my bed. My phone rings. I put it against my ear after answering it. ¡°Who¡¯s this! How did you get my number?¡± ¡°It¡¯s Juan. I have something important to tell you.¡± ¡°What? Is it something related to the business?¡± Furrowing my brows, tapping onto my nightstand. ¡°No. It¡¯s concerning Jes and what happened on my way getting her.¡± I pause at his words, staring at my door. ¡°Just tell me what¡¯s up! You know I hate roundabouts.¡± ¡°Jes¡¯s getting stalked by her biology teacher, from my research. He just moved to Miami from Italy, which makes me more suspicious. Knowing he could have connections with Milano''s family.¡± My fists clench at their name, slip out of his mouth. Listening to his words, despite my patience growing thin. ¡°What state was Jes in? Is she okay? Do I need to call my personal doctor here?¡± Seriously asking. Tightening my grip onto the phone. ¡°Well, if we¡¯re talking physically then, she¡¯s fine. But, Cher mentally, she¡¯s not fine. Have you checked on her or anything?¡± Hearing his words, I know I fucked up. Was she crying in her room? ¡°Damn it! Is there anything else, or that¡¯s it?¡± ¡°Cher, I know you want to protect her, but she needs her friend. Especially after everything she''s gone through tonight. Or you are not confident in your family¡¯s business?¡± ¡°You know, the stuff we do isn¡¯t as black and white as it seems. What if I take my eyes off her and then, she¡¯s gone? ¡° ¡°I''ll protect her since I care for her and my boss''s concern, too. So win-win.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve never spoken this much to me before. Only to your best friend Jose. Now I know you¡¯re so biased against me.¡± ¡°Whatever, just take care of my friend or else?¡± threatening me, on the other line. I can imagine his eyes going cold as he said that. Knowing he does exactly what he says. ¡°Ok. But, now I''m not scared of you or anything. Just that insane boss of yours.¡± ¡°Whatever you say. Boss¡¯s calling, so I gotta go. Take my words into consideration.¡± ¡°Sure dad!¡± Hanging up the phone in his face. Throwing my pj¡¯s on heading in Jes¡¯s room direction. Afraid for the first time in my life of what I might see. Sprinting into her room, opening the door. The cold air hit my face and body. Causing me, slightly shivering at the coldness of her room. Glancing around, I find her slouched against the wall, arms wrapped around her legs. Still wearing her clothes from earlier, snuggling into herself. Concerned that she¡¯d catch a cold or something, I picked up her petite body into my arms. Carrying her as she snuggles against my chest, tightening her grip on me. I curl my upper lip at the thought of the cute girl I''m holding. Nope, she¡¯s too innocent to be anything more to me. Plus, she has a family to make proud of and I like her kind smile. I can¡¯t taint that or else I''d regret it. Gently placing her onto the bed, wrapping with her plush blanket up to her cute chin. Burying her head into her pillow, curly hair spread over it. Snoring softly, which was music to her ears. Briefly glancing at Jes, I quietly strode out of the room. Smiling at the thought of her roommate heading to her room. Collapsing onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep, dreaming of my forbidden crush. Overtaking by the peaceful silence and darkness. Ch.7 Burying Feelings ***Jessie¡¯s Pov*** Knock... Knock... Knock... Alarming. The sleepy figure curled up beneath a plush cover, softly groaning, patting her face. ¡°Jes, are you up? Come down if you are.¡± Hearing Cher''s raspy voice, as she stood outside her door. I wanted to hide in between the covers, sleeping for eternity. What does Cher want? Isn¡¯t she tired of me? Gazing at the door, playing with my fingers. Biting her lower lip, ruffling her frizzy curls. Glancing around her room, Cher¡¯s footsteps faded. My phone on my nightstand rings. Picking it up and answering it. Peachy''s concerned voice comes through. ¡°Jessy, how are you? I tried calling, but it went straight to voicemail.¡± Instantly, imagining her anxiously twirling curly pink hair tapping on her fancy charcoal desk. Feeling horrible for ignoring her call after the total fiasco last night. Clenching on to my cell phone, debating whether to tell her everything. She already has enough on her plate. My petty problems aren¡¯t worth burdening her. ¡°I¡¯m doing fine. School¡¯s been stressful, but not bad. Enough about me. How¡¯s your restaurant doing? Is it too stressful? Are your employees listening to you?¡± Rambling out, not taking a breath. Holding my chest at how fast I spoke, when the other line went quiet. Is Peachy overwhelmed by my concern? Is she annoyed by my questions? No... She is not that type of person. Especially after how she¡¯s helped me get through my life. Not that I''ll let her know. ¡°Ju- Reme, Cosa hai detto?... Figlio di puttana! (What did you say?... Son of a bitch!)¡± Peachy¡¯s Italian accent ranged out. Snapping me out of my daze, ¡°We¡¯ll discuss this later. I¡¯m on the phone with my goddaughter.¡± Her lip curled up at the sound of laughter coming from Peachy''s mouth. No one¡¯s shown me this type of concern or priority before. ¡°Jessy, are you still there? One of my workers had to relay some important information.¡± When I heard the door slam, eying myself in the mirror, seeing my smiling face. ¡°Yeah,¡± I said. Cursing myself for even a second, thinking of her that way. Sometimes, I wish Peachy was my mom. To live more freely, but life had other plans for me. As her sweet voice rang through my screen. Interrupting my intruding thoughts, even I wasn''t aware of. ¡°Um, then how about you drop by my lovely restaurant when you¡¯re free. Cuz, I miss cooking for my little Jessy and you sneaking the amaretti. (Sicilian cookie-Italy)¡± Pouting in disagreement. ¡°Momm- peachy, that¡¯s so embarrassing don¡¯t I¡¯m almost 19-year-old. I didn¡¯t steal those cookies. You had them on a plate and they were getting cold, so I had to eat them.¡± ¡°Ugh -I¡¯m gonna drop maybe with a friend or by myself.¡± Facepalming myself embarrassed by my lovely godmother and accidentally calling her mom. Wasn¡¯t I too impulsive? Why I¡¯m overthinking it? I''m her daughter! ¡°Sure, Jessy, I love teasing you as you remind me of someone I used to know. Wearing his heart on his sleeve, a little too trusting. I would¡¯ve loved to introduce him to you and his lover. But, sadly¡­¡± Sniffing sounds in the background. I had the urge to pat her back and see if she¡¯s okay. ¡°Nah, maybe it¡¯s for the best, don''t mind this old lady¡¯s ramblings. Anyway, how are your parents doing? I''ve seen them since I was teaching them a few years ago.¡± Frowning, hearing the word ¡¯parents¡¯. Clenching my jaw as my mouth moves on its own. ¡°Peachy, you¡¯re not old, you''re only thirty-five. On another note, my parents are just traveling and stuff. No need to worry yourself, they''re old enough to at least care for themselves.¡± My hand quickly covered my mouth. The phone line went quiet, then a peachy calm voice boom out. Damn it! ¡°Jessie, why¡¯s their bitterness in your voice? When you talk of your parents, you know I''m here for you, Right? Over the years, I¡¯ve wondered why I never see you guys together as a family, but I tried to ignore it. It wasn¡¯t my place to assume things. Cara Mia,(my dear) tell me the truth or I''ll figure my way.¡± Her Italian accent coming through. Causing my hands to sweat from her potential questions thrown at fragile old me. My big mouth always ends up getting into trouble. Thinking of how to answer her without saying too much. When a light bulb lit in my head, I got it!A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. ¡°Peachy, I know you care for me and all. But, I didn''t want to burden you with my problems. My parents and relationship haven''t been good for a while.¡± Hard breathing from another line, making my hair strands stand up. My sweet peachy had quite a temper reminiscent of my Cher- I meant Cherry. Giggling at the thought of Cherry swinging the broom threatened Sarah, who was partially naked. ¡°Jessy, what are you laughing about? Nothing you said was a laughing matter. Do you need me to see a doctor?¡± Getting up off the floor, placing it back onto my ear. Peachy irritated voice came through. I know I messed up big time. Darn Cherry makes me laugh! ¡°No! I was just thinking of someone,¡± I hurriedly explained, gesturing my hands. Like she was in my room, and I''m pleading my case. ¡°Hum, we¡¯ll talk about that someone when I see you. Continue.¡± I roll my eyes at her bossy but concerning words. Ignoring her on meeting Cherry in the future. We aren''t even dating. Why did I even mention Cher? Ugh. ¡°I¡¯ve realized over the years I''ll just be the kid they had and ended up regretting it. Their affection has to be used for me anymore. I''m happy to have you as my family.¡± Truthfully to her. Skimming over my traumatic childhood and recent experience. Wiping my hands on my tissue on my nightstand. ¡°Me too. Do you have any other family members you know of?¡± Shook my head, sighing. If I did, I would''ve left that hell hole. ¡°None I recall of. We¡¯ve lived in the same house for years, except for when they travel for work. I heard them talking of moving farther away, or something. I can¡¯t fully remember it.¡± Annoyed with me for not knowing my other family. Are they nice, like peachy or not? Scared to even meet anyone new that can hurt me more. ¡°Ok, that¡¯s fine. Call me if anything strange happens, okay.¡± Typing on a keyboard at a fast pace as she talked. What¡¯s peachy doing? Please, universe or anything, let nothing happen to my only family. My heart won¡¯t be able to bear any more loss. ¡°Sure, bye.¡± Softly muttered out, staring at my reflection in my mirror. ¡°Ciao! Mahwah!¡± Saying her goodbyes, hanging up. When Juan''s name pops up. Clicking on it, I saw a message from a minute ago. Texting back. Slouching against my headboard, ignoring my rumbling stomach. I¡¯ll eat later, okay belly. Juan- Jes, are you feeling better? I didn¡¯t see you at school. Jes- Yeah, I''m taking some time off. Thanks for yesterday. Juan- No problem. Friends look out for one another. Jes- Friends. Then count me in on watching your back. Lol. Juan- I''ll hold to your word. I gotta go talk to you later. My lip curled up at Juan''s words, thinking back to his quiet self when I met him. He¡¯s gotta be the best friend I¡¯ve ever had, except for Amora. Speaking of a perverted devil, my phone rings. Her name pops up onto my screen, putting it to my ear to answer it. ¡°Jessy, I heard from Juan you weren¡¯t feeling well. Are you feeling better?¡± Rubbing my growling belly. I gotta eat after I finish this call. ¡°Mmh, a bit. Still don¡¯t wanna go to school yet.¡± Shivering at the thought of stepping into that man¡¯s class again. The thought of facing her crush seemed better at this moment. ¡°Lucky you, Mr. Milano¡¯s been driving me insane looking at your seat and asking where you¡¯re at. But his creepy ass got nothing out of me, ugh. We should transfer classes before you come back. Shit! He¡¯s back gotta go. Love and kisses.¡± ¡°Bye, call you later!¡± Dashing off into her bathroom to get feel better by herself. Leaving her phone on her bed. Taking a quick shower, throw on my hoodie, and striding out the door. Preparing to eat my fill knowing Cher can throw it down in the kitchen. Licking my lips to what¡¯s coming. Spotting the plate of eggs and pineapple juice on the table, glancing at Cher. Sitting at the table staring my way, walking over to me. Curling her lips in her signature smile, but it was different. I just can¡¯t put my finger on it in front of me. Awkwardly smiling at her, she speaks up first. ¡°Jes, I made this five-star breakfast for you. As an apology for my immature behavior-¡± Interrupting Cher, shaking head. Waving her off, smiling at her, ¡°It''s fine you didn¡¯t have to. I¡¯m used to it.¡± Cher¡¯s eyebrow arches at her words, pushing her hand down. Staring into my eyes, shocked by my casual words. Did I say anything wrong? ¡°Well, you don''t have to be anymore. I promise to never bring girls into our place and never let you get hurt again. Friends.¡± Placing her arm on my shoulder, seriously eying me, sticking out her pinky finger. ¡°Friends. Let¡¯s eat. My belly misses your food.¡± Linking our pinky finger, Cher¡¯s calluses felt rough like my sperm donor. Weird? My sperm donor always shot targets late at night, when they thought I was asleep. I¡¯m overreacting again. Cher¡¯s a high school student, maybe she hunts or something. ¡°You¡¯re such a foodie, ya know.¡± Cher¡¯s sultry voice knocks her out of her daze. Rolling my eyes at her, I feel better than before. Tilting my head her way, acting silly. I poke my tongue out, swaying to the table, slamming my butt into the chair. Laughter erupting into the entire room. Maybe being friends isn¡¯t too bad? Ignoring the stinging sensation in my heart, eying Cher¡¯s who¡¯s acting her crazy self, cursing in Spanish. Note to self learn more words than curse words.