Having You Trilogy 1 - Won't Have You (WHY)

 

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PROLOGUE

"Why did Lucas die?" She brokenly yells at me. "Why am I still alive? That's so unfair! He could be with me too when at that time he pulls me over rather than push me away. Why Lucas? Why not me?" She says while she is sobbing hard in front of me.

            Looking at those eyes, I can see various pain that relays from hers to mine. She kneels down the floor while her palms on her face. I am about to level myself to her when I hear her say something.

            "Why Lucas? Why my twin brother? Why him instead of me?" She continuously asks as. And I kneeled down across her. "If Lucas pulls me over with him, maybe he is still alive. We could fulfill our dreams together and my parents wouldn't see me as a FAILURE." She utters breathing out the pain. "Why is it so unfair? I did that for nth times but then I am still here, alive. But my brother, it was just once but then he's gone in a blink of an eye. He should be the one here not me." She adds as I pull her into a hug. I don't know how to ease her pain but I let her emotional breakdown.

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ONE - Meet Her

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MEET HER

 

Jasmin's POV

 

Driving my violet colored Moto Guzzi California 1400  motorbike at the remarkable wide smogless streets of Oklahoma day in December of 2013, the winter season makes it a blast. Snows covering the roads, trees, and establishments of every place I passed by. The chilling breeze of the air caresses my bare skin as my scarf slips a little that reveal my bare skin and I shiver in coldness. I am on my way to school.

Boosting up my speed with three hundred kilometers per hour, an hour travel will become fifteen minutes drive using this advanced-technology-built-in motorbike. Entering the school's silver metallic gate at the main entrance, numerous spacious buildings welcome my gaze, I park my bike at the parking space on the side. Turning off the bike's ignition, I hop out of my bike and about to grab my bag when things drop off from inside. Grasping it from the floor, Jullienne Jasmin Sawyer was written of my school's ID and my company ID, specifically Sawyer's Group of Companies. Being the former heiress of the said Company is quiet under pressure because of its long standing and successful business era of twentieth century; a rare motorbike designer of Sawyer's Motors Incorporated; undefeated motorbike racer of my generation; and a junior high school transferee student at Colton University from Xanders University.

Racing runs through our blood. My late-parents were the Royals of the Racing World. My Mom, Krishna Aufer Tisdaille Sawyer being the Duchess of motorbike racing using her pink bike named 'Pinkot'. She was the famous unbeaten lawyer in the state and was nominated to be the Chief Justice position of the country. While my Dad, Andrew Lian Sawyer being the Duke of car-racing using his Lamborghini Veneno named 'Circa Black'. He was the devil and ruthless business magnate in his corporate suit.

            Standing up, I put back the ID's inside my bag as I froze from where I stand when I saw our childhood picture. I was with a kid sweetly smiling at me. Caressing my thumb at his face, his tale-colored eyes that I longed for years; it pains me remembering how I miss him a lot. It's him, Lucas Landon Sawyer, my beloved late twin brother. He was my partner in crime, the sweetest, kindest, and loveliest person I ever met. But they just left me. 

            My blood drains from my body as memories from the past pop in my mind.

            I was seven years old when my twin brother-Lucas Landon Sawyer died from a car accident. He was hit by a ten-wheeler truck. And I got scared when I felt loveless because he's the only one I had, the person that I loved so much, my best bud and closest person in my heart. I was the eldest but Lucas acted like he was. He treated me like his princess little sister and spoiled me from everything.

            I was sitting on the chair next to Lucas' bed while crying like hell as I felt this thorny lump in my throat blocking my breathing. Tears were fresh streaming down my cheeks and I can't breathe.

            'You told me you will never leave me. We promised we'll be fulfilling our dreams together; being a lawyer is our main goal. Yet, you're there, lying on the bed cold and breathless.'' I said as I was catching my breath and the outburst of pain was killing me right now. Sitting on the chair beside him while holding his cold bare hands, my knees were weak, my body was trembling in horror as I thought of him, and he’s gone. And the memory of the accident from awhile ago popped in my vision. It was slowly viewed clearly like in a movie.

            I was on my way home from the park where we-I and Lucas, sneaked from the house. We were busy playing when Lucas' friend Jacob arrived. We were very happy but when he came, we stopped what we’re doing and they played together. I got jealous and walked out of the place. Walking faster under the dark shadows of the night,  I got mad at him. When I felt someone's following me, I looked back and there he was with his friend Jacob. Meeting his gray colored eyes, I shivered at his coldness and walked across the other side of the street. I wasn't paying attention of what was happening around when I saw a truck approaching my direction. I paled as I felt my body won't move and cold sweating. Closing my eyes while waiting for the truck to hit me but I was pushed away causing me to roll over the other side of the dusty street. Slowly opening my eyes and feeling the pang of pain on my arms from the sudden scratch of the floor, blood flowing down my hands but I didn't mind it. Looking around to see what's happening, I saw a familiar figure of a kid lying down the floor in front of the truck. I forced myself to stand up and my eyes widen when I saw it was Lucas swimming in his own blood.

            Busy with my thoughts when I felt an arm grips me on my wrist. His grip was too tight as my wrist paled. I knew who was behind me and I got nervous of the situation I involved myself into.

            ''GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE JULLIENNE!           DON'T YOU DARE STAY BESIDE YOUR TWIN BROTHER! YOU ARE THE REASON WHY HE WAS THERE LYING COLD AND LIFELESS!!! YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO SHED TEARS FOR HIM FOR YOU WERE THE ACCOUNT FOR HIS DEATH!" He said as he slapped me hard on my cheeks. I never have seen his eyes furry with anger. His eyes were visible with flaring dark, monstrous anger. Shock was an understatement of what I felt right now. And the only person that loved me was gone. Tears were still rushing down my cheeks and I felt that my parents were glaring holes at me.

            "You better go home." My mother said with a firm tone trying to hide her anger but she failed to do it. She was looking at me with exasperation. As Lucas' gone, I felt alone, black and white. Lucas was my life.

            Closing the door of the room from behind, I kneeled down the cold bare tiled-floor because my knees were trembling in fear. Tears were still falling down my cheeks. I managed to stand up and started walking out of the place and the people I passed by turning their heads at my direction with pity.

            Entering the house, the spacious hallway welcomed me with deafening silence. Memories with my brother were flashing in my mind as I fell down the floor. Fragments of times with him were picturing in my view. Loud sobs escaped from my throat when I saw Lucas and I chasing around the house, laughing at each other, tickling me by poking me on my side, and the happy and best memories we had in the house. There were no bad times in our memories together.

            Composing myself to stood-up from kneeling down, I headed to our bedroom. Unfortunately, from now on, it'd be just me alone. Curling up like a ball crying waiting for my tears to feel tired from streaming down my cheeks, I closed my eyes as I drifted to sleep.

            Days passed by, after the burial of Lucas, my life just shattered into pieces because he's gone forever.

            At the graduation day, I was out of my room of reverie when I hear my name was being called by the speaker.

            "....class valedictorian,, Miss Jullienne Jasin Sawyer for her address..." The emcee says as she was looking at me to come.

            Standing at the stage, looking at the crowd as all eyes were darted on me. Delivering my address with no feelings at all, talking nonsense but it did have the sense for others. My classmates' faces looked so happy. Smiles from ear to ear and their parents were drawn over their faces.

            Few minutes after, I finished my speech and called on stage to get my awards. So I walked to the center of the stage to receive it. And I saw two fiigures of a man and a woman of their mid-forties. My eyes widen as I realize that they're my parents walking towards the stage. They both kissed and congratulated me.

            Hanging the medals around my neck and handing me my certificates, there's this sudden feeling that nervoused me. Looking up the ceiling of the gymnassium to prevent the prickles of tears forming from the corner of my eyes, without noticing, a smile formed on my lips. After awhile, I bow down as a sign of my gratitude when our class adviser leans closer to whisper something.

            "I called your parents because I know you didn''t."  She whispers while I glare at her to 'back-off'. But in the end, I give up, thanking her despite the awkwardness around us and uncomfortable situation like this makes me a little nervous and anxious...

            As the ceremony ended, we head through the exit door. My mother suddenly grasp me on my wrist that cause me to stop from walking. Facing her with confusion on my face, as she pulls me closer into a hug.

            "Congratulations, my princess. You don't know how proud we are that you've grown up like this, a beautiful young girl." She whispers and pats my shoulder. After awhile, she pulls out from the hug and kisses me on my forehead, giving her genuine smile. A tear fall down my cheeks and I look away so she wouldn't notice I am crying. Wiping those tears away and heaving a sigh, to let out my frustrations. Though I have this hatred towards my parents, I still love them no matter what. But I use to hide it because I want our relationship tyo be civil.

            "Thanks Ma'am." I say dryly with a bored tone because I don't want them to pitty me. I believe that Love is pitty and I am not a loser to be pittied. But my parents are different, they just don't care . I saw her shook her head as if a sign of disapproval of what I say.

            "Don't call me Ma'am, this is outside business. Call me Mom, my princess.'' She says sweetly as we start walking behind Dad to the parking lot where his car was parked. Hoping in the back seat of the car, Mom's on the passenger seat, while Dad's on the driver's seat. Driving off the school to the mansion while eyeing my father at the corner of my eyelids, I saw him smile but it fades after few seconds, his jaw tighten and cleching his fists around the steering wheel. It pales as few minutes passed.

            "Jullienne, we need to talk later at the mansion.'' Dad says while driving off the traffic.

            "Yes, Sir.'' I reply dryly and look outside the window. And I have this strange feeling that might happen because there's something bothering Dad.

            Few minutes of driving, Dad parks his car at the garage. Climbing out of the car, me and Mom following Dad to the front. And I can feel Mom's nervous while we head through the living room. When suddenly, Dad stops and faces me with an exasperation look on his face...

            "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? WHY DIDN'T YOU INFORM US ABOUT TODAY'S GRADUATION? YOU INTENTIONALLY PLAN THIS, RIGHT?" He says gritting his teeth while pointing his point finger forward to me. "JULLIENNE JASMIN, YOU MADE US LOOKED DEMON IN FRONT OF YOUR ADVISER. WHAT IS YOURPROBLEM, HUH??'' He yells at me while he is twitching his palm and eyes wide.

            Careful not to cry, I push my emotions away and clear my thoughts.

            "Yeah Sir, I don't want to bother you and Ma'am. I know that you're on your business tour, so why would I tell you, wherein fact it doesn't make any sense though." I coldly answer.

            "YOU SOUNDED LIKE YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO IMPLY! AND WHAT IS IT?" He asks, still controlling his temper but his voice couldn't hide what he felt.

            "Don't bother Sir, I'm not used on going to school activities with parents... So lets just forget it and pretend that nothing happened..." I boringly reply..

            "DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT JULLIENNE JASMIN, LIKE I WASN'T YOUR FATHER!! YOU LITTLE GIRL, YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS TALKING TO ME THAT WAY. DON'T EVER FORGET THIS, YOU KILLED MY SON, YOUR TWIN BROTHER, LUCAS."He shouts sounding so pissed.

            "Oh!! Please, that issue again. Well, it was like I'm bringing it til my grave. And what did you say? A father? When did you act like one after he died?? I already accepted the fact that I am an orphan since he died. Everybody treats me like I am a complete stranger, non-existing creature in the house."

            "YOU HAVE THE GUTS NOW TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT? HOW I WISH YOU WERE BURRIED AT LUCAS' GRAVE BELOW THE GROUND, NOT MY SON!!" He hisses and pauses like he is realizing something about what he said.

            I am stunned with what he said... So this is what he felt over the couple of years that passed? Wow! Just wow!!! He was longing for Lucas that bad...

            Tears are falling down my cheeks and I harshly wipe it with the back of my knuckles... How I wish I was the one, not my beloved twin brother...

            "Drew, Eno--" My mom hisses...

            "No Ma'am, Sir is right... How I wish I was the one hit by that ten-wheeler truck not Lucas, for you not to blame me for his death... You know what Sir, I live my life stuck in the box, isolating myself like I am a loner... I am scared of socializing... I don't want people getting close to me because they'll leave me after like Lucas did... Don't think that you're the only one living a miserable life because I was too... Lucas is my life line, for nine long years... I was chased with the guilt you've implanted to me... The love that everybody says doesn't exist anymore as he died..." I brokenly say and tears streaming down my cheeks... I think this is the longest phrase I said for seven long years...  

             "Yeah, it is your DAMN fault... Guilt?? You should because I don't like you as my child... You're the poor Little Thing happened to my life..." He snorts and I am catching my breath because there's something lump in my throat that blocks the air... It hurts so much like I am being killed a million times with what he said...

            I nod at him agreeing with him...

            "Yes Sir, I knew it that from the start, I wasn't part of this family... When I was that poor Little Thing you said, maybe you put poison on what I ate or left me in the roadside or maybe you killed me when I was in Ma'am Kris' womb or may--"

            ***PAAAAAAAKKK***

            I continuously say but I am cut offed by a slap...

            I don't feel the crispness of the slap but what exceeds most are the harsh words... His words are killing me softly...

            "DON'T EVER TALK TO ME SH*TS LIKE THAT!!! YOU'RE STILL IN MY  RESPONSIBILITY, AND BEING YOUR FATHER, I MAKE THINGS TO EARN FOR YOUR LI--"

            "For my living??" I ask as I hand him the cards, and passbooks... "Here! This is the money you're sending me, and I didn't touch any cent out of it! I am working while studying... The money I earned was enough for my daily allowance and I applied for scholarships... Fortunately, it lasted until my last year in Elementary... I did those because I'm expecting that maybe someday you'll slap me on what I spent from your wealth... And you proved me right.... Don't worry Sir, no hurt feelings at all because I'm already numb..." I brokenly say...

            I am fighting another blast of tears and before they could see me sober, I turn my back at them and I could hardly see because of the blurry view... I run up to my bedroom and someone is shouting my name, I'm sorry Mom... But I need to be alone, I need to freshen up my mind...

            Locking the door from my behind, loud sobs escape from my throat and tears are still streaming down my cheeks... I can't take the pain anymore... And I covered my mouth from the sobs that will come out... I heard my Mom from behind the door...

            "My Princess Jasmin, open the door Honey, I know that this is too much... Please let Mom get inside your room and comfort you..." She desperately utters...

            "NO MA'AM!! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T NEED ANYONE..." I shout at her and I regret that I said those words... I stand there stunned with what I did...It is the first time that I shouted at her ... I can't control the pain prickling in my heart from the shocking scenarions that happened downstairs...

            Sorry Mom, I didn't mean to do it... Walking towards my bed and lie down... Drowning from the tears of pain and I hardly breath because of the throny lump I felt in my throat... I close my eyes because my eyelids are heavy and drift to sleep...

            After two hours of nap, I woke up because of the hunger I felt... I eye the wall clock and it's already eight p.m in the evening... Grabbing the notebook from the sidedesk of my bed, I tear a piece of sheet, for a note to them...

 

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Dear Mom and Dad,

 

            Sorry for what I've done to my twin brother... Half of my life was apparently depended on the guilt I am bringing... It kills me through the years because I knew that you're angry and wished I was the one hit in the accident...

            Don't worry for me because I'll take care of myself...

            Dad, sorry if I made you mad... I was being carried awayof what I was holding on for seven years... I hope that you'll forgive me... I know that you don't want me to stay in this house, take care of yourself and Mom...

            I love you Mom and Dad... Good bye...

 

Jullienne Jasmin Sawyer

 

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            Putting it down on the bed and tears are streaming down my cheeks... Packing my things, and money, school records and my bank accounts; I firmly decide to leave them because they don't need me here... It's totally useless being here because I was like a non-existing creature in this house... I can't believe that I survived for about seven years after my twin brother died... It's hard for me that I can't take the pain anymore...

            Closing the door from behind of the room, I eye the house and they're already sleeping... The house is dark and the only light was from the moon that strikes the glass window... After leaving the mansion, I let my feet guide me to where I am going... I suddenly stop and turn my gaze around... Heaving a loud sigh, the place looks familiar, it's my brother's grave...

            I sat sown the grassy floor and hug my knees, and tears are rushing down my cheeks...

            "Since you died, I live my life pale and alone... People surrounding me cared but I won't allow them to because I am afraid, afraid that they'll leave me soon... I don't want to risk..."

            I say as I am tracing my point finger on the letters of the marmole of his grave... I don't want to stay at the house because whether I am or I ain't there is useless... They don't mind my existence... I live like hell alone and felt loveless...

            Running out of Lucas' grave and off the mansion to the bus stop... Looking out of the glass window of the bus as I sat down the bus seat... Ridding the bus, I am thinking of where to go because I don't have any idea of where to go... The sky is still dark and I felt that my tears stop falling and my throat is dry from my unstoppable burst of emotions... I can't believe that our situation resulted like this, me leaving them... It was suppose to be my day because it's my graduation but it turns out to be a great misery... Eyeing my wrist watch, my eyes widen as I thought it was just nine in the evening but it's already pass midnight... Therefore, it's our birthday... My tears rushing down when a fragments of memories flash in my mind... The time when me and Lucas were sitting in the couch, tired from playing around the living room... We had a pinky promise together, promising that we'll be loving our parents unconditionally, whatever happens and no matter how they treat us their children... Because whether we turn the world upside down, they're still our parent, flesh and blood, we owe them ourselves and loving them is in exchange of their efforts of letting us live in the world...

            I realize that I made a mistake, and I shouldn't have left them.... Asking for forgiveness is the best way to do... I shouldn't have left Mom and Dad because they'll be in surrow if I left them... Lucas is gone and I should be the one understanding their longingness for him... I should be the one filling those feeling of emptiness and love them without doubt...

            Noticing that I am not yet that far from house, I told the bus driver to stop the bus and I took off the bus... Riding another bus back home, hopping out of the bus and run back home...There are five SUV black colored cars in front of our gate...

            I am about to head through the front door passing the window from the living room, there's strange sounds I hear... I stop and hide myself at the side and I saw my Mom and Dad surrounded by five men wearing black three piece suits... The four men are wearing masks but there's this another man, his back is facing me... I hear them shouting and laughing... When someone look out the window, I hide again, my back resting at the cold wall near the window...

             I hear steps walking to the window so I ran to the plants where I can hide myself... And I have the greater view of them at the living room by the door... The man wearing the mask peeks out of the window and look around... When he realizes that no one's around, he walks back to where he was settled awhile ago...

            "Urrrggggh!!!''         

            "Ahhhhh...."

            "Ouch!"                    

            "Hahahahah....''

            "Damn it!!!"

            "OUCH!!!! Arrrrggghhh!!!!"         

            Those are what I hear from inside, as if someone's punched/slapped... Few minutes after, my eyes widen as I saw that man facing his back to me, extending his hand forward and gripping a gun, pointing it to my Mom...

 

            O_O

           

            I am very shock with what I saw... Tears are flowing down voluntarily...T_T

            Fears are shadowing me from the moment I saw my parents... I feel cold like I'm half-dead, hiding at the flowers from the garden... Feeling nervous and scared that in any time, they'll turn the trigger to shoot my parents... I can't breath, my heartbeats beating fa      ster... I feel my body shivers and I'm cold sweating....

            "Don't panic... Calm yourself... Don't let them see you, coz they might kill you if they find it out... " I repeat this mantra to calm myself...

            But suddenly I hear the sounds that scares me to hell... Two gun shots fish me out of my reverie. And another gun shots startle me from where I stand.

            My Mom suddenly fall down the floor...         

            Then my Dad fall down, lieing next to my mother...

            I am stun by that moment... Wanting to scream but there's no sounds coming out from my throat... The growing thorny lump in my throat that cause my heavy breath and there's this prickling pain in my heart... No matter how I hate them, they still have the space in my heart though I admit I did hate them... But I believe in 'blood is thicker than water'....

            I hear laughters that caught my attention... Looking at the front door, I saw the the men in black exiting thru the front door...As they drive off the place, I manage to stand myself from my shaking knees... But I stumble down the floor... That's the time, my tears starting to stream down my cheeks and sobs are escaping from my throat... Few minutes after of calming myself from my shaking knees and shivering body, I stand up from kneeling down and run to where my parents were lieing...

            Entering the living room, I stop from where I stood... My eyes widen, blood drain from my body, and fear is surrounding me because I saw my parents lieing down the floor cold and dead, swimming in their own blood... I force myself to move closer to them... I don't have any idea why this happened to them... Kneeling down to have a close sight of them...

            Too many questions bombarding my mind, and there's something that caught my attention, a black elastic wrist band... The band is on my Mom's grip... I caress my Mom's cheek using the back of my knuckles and take a look of my Dad next to Mom... My tears still streaming down my cheeks and I hardly breath from what I saw... I grasp the wrist out from my Mom's hands and study the engraved figure... There is a quarter moon on the center surrounded by three stars on the mouth of the moon printed with white... My grip tighten as I realize the two bullets, in my parents' body... One from the forehead and the other is on their left chest... Anguish from the sight of them cold and dead eats me... The men in black made it sure that my parents will be killed... There is only one thing that pops in my mind...

            I will definitely look for those who killed my parents... And I'll look for their justice... Killing them using my hands too...

            I suddenly feel that my breath is unstable, and the pains I felt were too much... All I could see is black and I collapse...

           

 

            I am out of my thoughts when my phone buzzes in my pocket. Ignoring the call, I calm myself from emotional breakdown. Removing my helmet, the cold breeze of the wind caresses my cheeks causing my hair flip and fly at my back.

             An evil grin is picturing in my face as I see those group of guys not afar from where I stand. They're staring at me as if I am the only beautiful girl they see that fall from heavens. Their eyes wide, jaw drop, and blushing cheeks are drawn in their epic faces. I start to give them my 'cold killing stare', and their expressions changed from ammusement to scary faces.

             "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU STARING AT!! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE AND CUT THAT EXPRESSIONS ON YOUR FACES OR YOU WANNA DIE??'' I yell at them and suddenly everyone's disappearing.

             This is the way I communicate with strangers: I shout, yell, and hiss at them. And something caught my attention as I look around the field. I dart the spot of my closest friend.

             Darren "Ren" Clinton, the geek nerd guy and my childhood closest friend. He knows every single cell from me but there are two things that he don't know about me. And those are my tr--it's for you to find out.

             Brian James "BJ" Stanford, the humorous among my guys friends. I've known him since I transferred here. He is Darren's bestfriend. There is no day that he makes us laugh at the worst things. He jokes around in little things.

             Those two guys are my closest guy friends. They're one of my small circle of friends. I don't shout at them and with the COLDSINNERS-my band name. I am being myself when I am with them, the out-numbered people closest in my heart. I use to treat them my family.

             I am out of my riverie when I hear laughters and turn my gaze at them.Reality hits me that they're laughing because of what they just witnessed.They're walking closer to where I am.

            "What are you laughing for???" I ask them out of my curiosity. And that cause them to laugh hard and I smile at my mind as I see them happy. I use to treat them like a brother... But not the way how I loved my twin brother. I feel that they just love me for pity because I am an orphan...

            "Enough man, look at her, it doesn't even affect her that we are laughing at her. She's just being cool with te whatever cold looks on her face." Darren jokes and laughs hard again.

             "Better stop it Jasmin, we know you that much. We are not intimidated with your cold looks or whatsoever." BJ adds and they laugh in unison.

             God! They're irritating! I punch them hard on their shoulder using both my hands. But it's bearable. And they stop laughing. Their faces are epic and looks so funny. Instead of laughing at their expressions, I try hard not to laugh and a wicked grin forming in my face.

             "Look who's funny now." I teasingly utter while pointing my finger on their priceless faces. I keep the gigle that might come out.

            "What the hell!" BJ states.

            "That hurts yah know!" Darren pauses and rubs the affected part of his shoulder. "Tsss! SADIST" He continue hissing and emphasizing the last word.

             "Yeah! I know!'' I agree and start walking.

             I left them with the hurt and bored look on their faces. Sorry guys!

            Pacing through the hallway, my gaze down as I am thinking of something I forgot. And I don't have any idea. I hear a loud thug and pain stings on my body.

             I think I hit the wall... Something hard just hit me and that cause me to stumble back down the floor... Uh-oh! That hurts!

             Urrrrrgggghhh!!! What the hell was that???

             "WHAT THE HELL!!" I shout at that someone. And I smell a masculine scent that drowns my senses. There's this sudden pain in my butt... Grrrrr!

             "Whoah! I'm sorry, okay?'' He apologizes in a baritone, a masculine voice that automatically cause me to turn my gaze up at him. "Eventhough you were the one's not looking your way." He arrogantly states. What the! It's him!

 

             The rumored 'school casanova', as what they call that stupid bastard.

 

             The great 'Drake Stephen Allen'.

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TWO- Meet the Casanova

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THREE - ColdSinners and The Collins

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FOUR - Getting to Know You

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FIVE - The Colds' Bonded

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SIX - His Other Side

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SEVEN - Christmas Eve

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EIGHT - The Nerd's Confession

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NINE - The White Rose

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TEN - The Ice Cream

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