Highschool passion

Chapter 1.

CHAPTER 1 VOL1.

The garden was quiet— too quiet and it made my thoughts louder than I wanted them to be. I sat on the old wooden bench with my eyes fixed on nothing in particular.

My mom was gone. And she hadn't even said why. This was where she had hugged me her last goodbye, but I didn't know if she'd ever come through this road again. After everything that had happened in my family, I couldn't be sure of anything anymore.

She wasn't the best mother, but at least unlike my father who completely changed after my elder sister's death, my mother still tried to make me feel like a normal teenage girl. She always tried to prevent my dad from controlling me like a robot.

And yeah, I knew that she promised to come back soon but still, I couldn't help, but cry. The thought of living alone with Dad made my chest tighten.

All my dad does is to put so much pressure on me and he kept on using my sister's death to remind me of why I shouldn't want to be live like other teenagers, of why I should follow the endless rules he's set for my life. His rules were No boyfriends, No parties, No drinking, curfew at 7:00 pm, No unauthorized outing and study longer than you sleep.

As if I was a robot! Well, since I have been obeying them for years now, I guess I am one.

The emotions bubbling inside me were raw and I was struggling to cope. I felt torn apart— not just because my mom left without saying why, but because her departure was making me feel déjà-vu of what happened nine years ago.

The occurrence that changed our lives and will forever stay as a scar.

My phone beep cuts through my thoughts, and when I saw Belinda name flash through my screen, I exhaled in relief.

"Did you forget I exist?" I asked pulled since this hardly happened.

She was someone who you would call and you didn't even need to wait a second before you get answered.

"My phone's autocorrect changed your name to ignore," She joked.

"Time to change your phone to 'prioritize awesome friends' or should we start using a carrier pigeon to communicate?" I retorted and she laughed.

"A carrier pigeon it is. By the way, I was walking to your house and you know I never use my phone while walking." She said and I rolled my eyes.

"Of course you don't,"

Belinda had her own list of model behaviour rule, and as an up-and-coming model, she took them way too seriously.

"Anyways, where are you? I am already at your place."

"I am on my way, I just wanted to get fresh air from the garden."

"I can come to you." She volunteered.

"No need." I declined.

"Okay, see you soon,"

"I am hanging up," I said and stood to leave. But after a few steps, I bumped into someone which made my heart skip a beat.

"Oh sorry," I mumbled stepping back. But when I looked up, my breath hitched. I couldn't stop gazing at him—I was lost in his gaze.

He was on a screw neck sweater and selvage denim jeans- a sartorial which I never guessed to look this good. His lips were curved in a smirk which made him look even better, like one of those runway models, and about his face— it was prepossessing.

He had an oval face with a slightly curved jawline, high cheekbones, and sharp contour. His hair was dark and straightened in a slick back, sharing the color of his eyes, he had a silver hoop on his upper ear and his lips...oh, gosh! Let's not even go there.