Celeste's life was fairly normal. She had popular friends, a loving mother, and a crush. She had everything she could want.
At least, she thought she did until a man with beautiful green eyes stepped into her life.
He was an enigma she wanted to s...
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I was grounded.
Grounded.
In all my years living with my mom, she had never grounded me before. It was that bad. I knew deep down she wanted to punish me for not accepting her boyfriend but it wasn't going to change my mind about it.
I wasn't allowed to go out after school—I needed to focus solely on my exams that were coming up. If I failed them, I was in for so much trouble.
I spent the Sunday revising for my math and English exam. Lazarus messaged me throughout the day—Dexter gave him my number—helping me when I was stuck. He called me at nine o'clock when my mom was at work. If she caught me on the phone with him, she would probably take my phone away.
"How are you doing?" He asked me.
"I feel like I'm in prison," I exaggerated, groaning in dismay.
Lazarus chuckled at my antics, "Oh come on, it can't be that bad."
"It is," I retorted. "I hate revising at home—I prefer going to Winston's."
"Well, at least I'll get to see you tomorrow." He attempted to cheer me up. "Believe it or not, but real torture is not seeing your beautiful face for a whole twenty-four hours."
I chuckled and blushed at his comment. The man was too smooth. He could make any girl melt into a puddle.
"If you really are in hell, then I expect you to prove it tomorrow when you see me," I challenged him.
I bet he was smiling mischievously. "Challenge accepted."
We talked for a good hour before I started to yawn from exhaustion. Before I ended the call, I asked him the question that had been on my mind the whole day.
