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Chapter Two


Arabel no longer thought about Oliver or cried over him. She was healing, that she ensured. Busying herself with school activities, she made certain that her mind was put at ease and she didn’t have to think of anything.

Arabel
I was happy with the new development; I no longer thought about my ex or spent many nights, crying and wishing he was there.
Thanks to Sylvia. And, of course school, I was getting back on my feet and even getting out more, making sure I got busy with whatever thing school gave.

“You’re cheery,”
“I am?”
“More than ever,” came her response. She asked me what the deal was and I said ‘nothing’. She didn’t want to believe, forcing me to talk, as I could only take out a cracker and nibble, getting saved by the bell.
“Sylvia?”
“Oh no!” a voice I could recognize came in. “What is he…?” I got slammed shut, letting my eyes do the work while Sylvia made to answer with a devious look. “Stanley?” I could hold my breath no more, seeing him standing there. “S-Stanley—” next my lips quivered, cold feet trembling as dazed eyes danced.
His sturdy looks was one to die for. His snazzy wear one to—
“Arabel!”
I had done it again.
“Hey, Arry,”
I felt soft lips kiss my cheek. Did he…?
“Arabel!” a second call made me snap out.
“I did it again, didn’t I?” I looked at Sylvia, forgetting Stanley was right there. “Oh, my gosh, Stanley—” my voice hung.
I couldn’t believe he was the one standing there. Wasn’t expecting him in anyway. Sylvia, what did you do? I gave Sylvia the look, as she gave me a smirk.
“Well, hope now’s not the bad time?”
I coughed slightly. “Kinda is,” I mumbled, hoping he didn’t hear.
Sylvia certainly must have invited him over for some reason. I bet—
“Hey!”
My rumble-jumble thoughts got interrupted again.
“Bet you guys wouldn’t mind if I go grab some things… hm?”
I squeezed my face, knowing Sylvia’s plans. “You’re not going far, are you?” I wanted to be sure.
Her moves seemed suspicious. She was going to get it from me if her plans worked! I thought with nose twitching.
Sylvia left and we began talking.
The first few minutes was a bit awkward. I couldn’t stare him in the eye or move my lips; the air was getting pretty hot with him by my side.
“So, you’re doing well?”
“Yeah?”
“Can see that, alright—”
I got my legs partly crossed, trying not to seem nervous.
He could tell already that I was. Though not showing it, I could tell with the way his eyes moved.
This is awkward, I found myself almost saying.
I couldn’t make eye contact with him, this he noticed, making him ask, “Are you uncomfortable having me here?”
I replied with one word. “No.”
He smiled. “Well, that’s good.” His voice made butterflies flutter in my tum.
No, Ar, you can’t! I chided myself.
Looking slightly at his abs which showed despite having a shirt on, I couldn’t help moaning, as he looked at me with lips curved. “You are definitely going to make a hole on me with those eyes if you don’t stop,”
I laughed nervously, tucking a strand of my hair back where it belonged.
He looked charming wearing that smile. One could mistake him for an angel if ever they saw him on the road.
“Gosh, you’re cute,” I muttered unconsciously, regretting why I did.
“You say something?”
Sylvia walked in. Always in time to save me from tight situations. Thank God!
“You guys didn’t miss me? Huh?”
I stood up immediately. “I should be going,”
Stanley arched a brow. “Now?”
“Um… um… yes,” my voice trembled.
I hadn’t felt so nervous in my life. Gosh, what is this? I couldn’t figure out why I was feeling so.
Well, I did figure,
It was Stan—


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Chapter Three

Stanley had seemed different the first time he bumped into me.
It was on a good day.
The perfect time... I guess?
He seemed in a rush. Well, that'd tell why he crashed into me by mistake.
"I-I'm sorry—" memories of that day came back, as I forgot totally I was still at Sylv's.
"Oh, let me help you with that," he said with such gentility.
Gosh! Why so cute?
I got dragged out again, getting aware of my surroundings.
"Arabel, is something wrong?"
I could only 'hm' as I hurried out the door like a total weirdo.

"Is she always like this?" Stanley asked Sylvia, watching Arabel hurry out like something was wrong.
He couldn't understand what he said wrong. He needed to be sure he made no wrong remarks.
"Arabel—Sylvia made to explain—is just..."
Stanley completed. "Shy?"
Sylvia affirmed.
Her plan was to make he and Arabel get to know each other. But the latter wasn't making it any easy.

"Can we now agree to the fact that you like Vilton?"
Vilton was Stanley's last name.
Stanley Vilton—
Sylvia saw Stanley as the better man. She wished her friend could see what she saw, and get right to it without wasting time.
"Babe, you know I and Stanley can't be. He's way over—" she got cut short.
"Arabel, where are my mom jeans?" Mrs Hawk made towards them. "You haven't been wearing them, have you?" she questioned with eager eyes.
"Hi, Mrs Hawk." Sylvia greeted.
"Oh, hi, baby!"
Sylvia lifted herself up, halfway, giving Mrs Hawk her usual cheek slam. "My, you look nice,"
Arabel shook her head, making to say: "Mom, you're interrupting. Girls' space?"
Mrs Hawk looked stylishly at her; fingers kept midair. "My mom jeans!" the high-class woman requested.
Arabel could see her mom was in no mood for jokes. She got up reluctantly and made for her room, taking the jeans out of the closet, as she made to walk back to the living room and her eyes caught her phone.
"Let's see—"

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A frown found my face as I read—
The guts!
Another text came in. "It's urgent."
I hissed and switched off my phone.
Moving back to the living room, I announced, "Oliver texted,"
All eyes were fixed on me. "No way!"
I threw mom the jeans as she caught it. "That boy's got guts!"
Sylvia agreed. "Until now... he hasn't got a brain,"
"At all."
Mom said to me, "Give me that," she pointed at my phone. "Give me!" she made to take it as I shifted back.
"Mom!"
"Here, give me." she succeeded in taking the phone from me, moving back, as I followed.
"Mom, what' you doing?"
"No one messes with my baby and gets away!" she huffed, switching my phone back on, as she made to type, blocking me from seeing.
"Mum!"
"Baby, I swear, you're gonna thank me."
I groaned and let her.
She handed me back my phone, and asked Sylvia to keep an eye on me while she left to get dressed.
Few minutes gone, a knock came on the door. "Babe, please open the door—"
"The nerves!" I sprang to my feet, moving like lightning, as I got the door open, giving him no chance to knock a second time. "What are you doing here?"
"Baby, I can explain—"
I needed no explanation; an asshole he was.
"You really have some nerves, you know that?"
Sylvia emerged. "So, the loser comes crawling back..."
I smirked.
Oliver was really one. Even heaven knew he was, I smirked a second time.
"Baby, I know I've..."
"Zzzzt..." I hushed, feeling pride overpower me. "Gosh, you're such a jackass, having the guts... trespassing and not caring if I'd call the cops—" I arched my brows, looking at Sylvia. "Can you believe this guy?"
"Such an oaf!"
I bet he felt filthy and filled with shame.
"Baby, I thought I heard someone knock?" Mom arrived, stopping at the sight. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
Sylvia and I chuckled. "No one—" we knew what we meant by that. Oliver was a nobody.
"Sylvia darling," Mom called, stretching her hands. "Get me the kitchen broom."
Sylvia hurriedly made to get it. She got back in time, and mom took the broom from her.
Asking us to watch while she hit him countless times, we laughed insanely, watching him hurry off.


Mrs Hawk.

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Chapter Four

I was feeling sad about what mom did to Oliver. Part of me wished I could talk to him, and even hug him. I was tearing up—Sylvia noticed. “Your eyes,” she said. “What’s wrong?”
I went from laughing to crying—not the profuse one—the light.
“I’m okay,” I looked away to avoid making her stress. Mom followed, and I snapped. “I said I’m fine!” I angrily made for my room which wasn’t so far from the living room, banging my door, as I tossed myself on the bed immediately.

Oliver

I wanted to see Arabel again; to tell her how sorry I was for everything. I know I hurt her. Many times I couldn’t stop regretting that I hadn’t fought for our love. It was undeniable knowing I couldn’t make do with her not being around. Arabel was the perfect girl—always been, always will be. I regretted walking out at the slightest chance. “Argh! Why do I feel this way?”


Oliver was having such a hard time getting Arabel off his mind. He tried to focus on school and move on.
Not being able to accept the fact that he had lost her, he took up his phone and made to text her, remembering the embarrassing scene that her mother had made and let out a sigh.
Dropping his phone, he wished there was another way, searching his mind, as the thought of her friend eluded.

“Sylvia...”
“Yes!”
“I was thinking you…”
“Thinking what? Sylvia gave him no chance. "You know, you really have some nerves showing up...”
Oliver made to stop her.
"Don't touch me!"
Oliver withdrew.
“I could punch you right now, you know that? Dismantle that face of yours and have you wishing you never crossed my path!”
Oliver exhaled. “Sylvia, please listen to me…”
“Why?!” she asked.
“ ‘Cos I need you to help me with...”
Sylvia spoke again. “You’re still here?” she bit her lower lip. Oliver was her friend; she had liked him once—but now—she hated him. “I swear, Oliver, if you don’t leave—”
Arabel joined— "What are you doing here?" she had sighted him from afar.
Oliver made to touch her, and she said, "Don't even think about it—"
He read her expression.
Clutching his bag, he made to leave. Arabel caught his hand, not wanting him to go, as she moved into his arms, leaving her friend speechless.

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Chapter ✍❣ Six

I watched him suck slowly on my curved, smooth breasts.
Having him lead me on, he tucked at my nips, grazing their front, as he ran down lightly, making to feast on my enlarged, fruity mound; as I shut my eyes, wanting to feel the whole of it; a deep sigh escaping my lips, as my mouth tightened at the feel of his tongue near my tasty clit.
“Am I doing it right?”
“Just right,” I moaned, not wanting him to stop.
I watched him withdraw just in time before my juices came out, groaning, feeling his hot poker fit into my hole; a gasp escaping at the feel, as I threw my head back on the pillow, letting him do his thing until his h**ny clock ran out.

Stanley

I was scared I was doing it wrong; I never thought I had it in me.
Watching her make soft sighs and moan at every single stroke, made me not want to pull away—feeling my excitement build, part of me wished to withdraw, but another part kept me in, making me pour every bit of my possession—inside, as I slumped—then she sighed.
“D-did you…?”
“Yes.” I already knew what she was going to ask.
“I’m not on pills,”
I looked at her, seeing the fear in her eyes. “Don’t worry,” I made to assure. “You won’t get pregnant.” I lifted myself up as I made to kiss her.
Having to think of impregnating a woman was one I dreaded.
I got dressed and had her putting her clothes back on, as we kissed again.
Feeling that love that was never there, I got my lips back, being already charmed, as the sound of the door interrupted—and we pulled away.


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