Chapter Fourteen- It's me. Beryl Parker. Curiosity is in my veins. I guess.

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Chapter Fourteen- It's me. Beryl Parker. Curiosity is in my veins. I guess.

I never got another text from Nick. I never got a chance to talk to him again. Not that I was interested any longer. It was better that way. He should not look at me and I keep on crushing at him. Contrary to what I had told Tristan, I was never going to fall for Nick even if he changed for me because honestly, there are much better fishes in the water. I'm just not hunting for them right now. Nick is a piranha I'd like to have but I'm aware of danger so I'll keep my distance. And dolphins are my favorite.

But Nick his handsome with his sweet smile and let's just not forget those eight packs every girl wants to touch. His beautiful blonde hairs and infinite pools of blue eyes are also not meant to be ignored. He is handsome. Incredibly handsome and a hunk with muscles of a fighter.

I wrote that speech yesterday. Something has happened. After the weekend, Nick is crawling further away. Since he was always at the same place so I'd say I'm crawling away from him. Maybe after what he did to Emma my aversion for him is growing. Not growing. Developing. Yeah, that's the right word.

But I've to keep myself rooted for stopping to watch the dreams I'd hope to come true. With Nick I know those dream won't come true. I'd like to keep it that way.

Nick would talk to Blaise and Josh while passing our table and an occasional 'hey B' never went unnoticed. I wondered what Blaise and Josh were still doing at our table because I thought they'd have left a long time ago.

I found courage to ask them the question on fateful Wednesday.

"Your friend no longer sits with us. What are you two still doing here?" I asked finally.

Josh gasped at me and placed a hand on his heart. "You want us gone Parker?" He asked with mock hurt.

I rolled my eyes. And they say girls are dramatic. They are just better actors so that boys don't figure out their true intentions.

"I'm just asking because you guys are popular. And don't say anything along the lines 'Popularity is an illusions," I quoted with my fingers. "You don't miss your friends like him?"

Josh smirked. "I'd never miss them." He pointed at the table and shuddered.

I looked at the table. There were girls hanging at the side of jocks. Two of them looked pissed off as if they'd be anywhere than there and fiddled with their phone. I remember Josh acting like them. And Blaise, no girl really came around him for some reason. He was handsome and I've heard them fretting about him. It was a surprise he was not seen with many. Maybe he kept them a secret. Or maybe he was like Josh.

I looked at Blaise who was busy with his phone.

He doesn't talk much unless you ask him to. And he is a good teacher. Whenever I have any difficulty with Physics, he is there to help me. He is good at explaining things.

He might have sensed my gaze on him as he lifted his head to look at me, his eyes staring at me with seriousness.

He had this serious look on his face most of times that gives you creep. But I'm used to it now. That's what I tell myself but it hardly works.

"I like here better." He told me and went back to his phone.

I frowned. What did he mean? Then it hit me. He was answering my question. He liked it better with us then those populars. Hard to believe but I didn't probe further.

Days are normal. There is nothing special. With Emma gone from the group, things have gone back to normal. My time with Jessica is limited and I guess she has been spending more time texting Josh then mothering the spend time with me. So it left me with one person I had vowed to avoid at the starting of year. The same person was sitting on couch like it was his throne and I was a peasant.

"Blaise, don't you have anyone else to bother?" I asked flopping on love seat, away from him.

His eyes left the baseball match on TV and met mine. He stared at me and I stared back challengingly. "No," he answered drily.

I groaned.

"Why do all the boys I ever meet are so annoying?" I muttered looking at ceiling.

"Your luck," he shrugged and went back watching television. "I need popcorns." He ordered.

"Go to kitchen then. Or better go to your home." I said waving my hand at him. "There's the front door." I said pointing to the direction.

He scoffed. "Nice try."

"Come on Blaise. I don't want to watch this match."

"But I do so piss off."

"Why don't you go to your home and watch there?"

"I like your TV better."

"What's so special about it?"

"It's big."

I gave him a flat look but his eyes were glued to the screen. I gave up and went to my phone. What did I do? I played Candy Crush. What else was there to do?

"OH YES!" Blaise screamed jumping up and down on the couch.

I looked at him as if he was crazy. It was the most immature I've ever seen him. Typical boys dying for their teams. I went back to my game leaving him to scream or shout.

"Hey Beryl," he said after few minutes.

"What?" I groaned.

"Your hairs are brown." He pointed out. I ran a hand through my hair and gave him 'are you crazy?' look. He turned back to the screen.

I shook my head going back to game but I had already lost it. He made me lose this one. Pouting, I started again.

After a couple of minutes, Blaise again said my name. I gave him a flat look.

"What?"

"Do you have cooties?" He asked sounding curious. He was either a very good actor or genuinely curious. I can never figure out this boy. He has several faces. At time he is serious and at times he acts like a crazy boy.

"Yes I have."

He gave me a big eyed horrified look and turned back to his game.

A few minutes passed. "Hey Beryl,"

"What?" I snapped.

"Are you always this rude?" He asked frowning at me.

"Yes I am always this rude to those who bother me every couple of minutes."

"Okay," he nodded.

After another couple of minutes, he said again.

"Hey Beryl,"

"What now?" I was seriously contemplating on strangling on my couch.

Dead Blaise Anderson on my couch.

His fan club will burn me alive before police catches me.

"Am I bothering you?"

My eyebrows shot up. "What gives you that idea?" I said with mock shock.

He rolled his eyes.

Another couple of minutes later.

"Hey Beryl,"

"Beryl, who is Beryl. I heard that name for the first time." I feigned surprise.

"What's your name then?" He smirked at me.

"I don't have specific name. You can call me Killer-of-Green-Eyed-Boys."

He cringed. "My eyes are not green. I'm wearing lenses." He lied.

"Sure you are," I nodded with a smirk.

He nodded his head seriously and turned back to those players. Instead of going back to Candy Crush, I decided it was my turn to bother him. But I knew my words won't do any harm to him. He had an ability to shut me up with his words. He dug them from somewhere deep and flung on my face leaving me completely dumbstruck. Never in my life had I ever met a boy as unpredictable as Blaise.

A mysterious, brooding handsome boy with silky soft hair I want to touch so badly that my fingers itch. A face made from heavens above calling me to trace those lines of his angular features. Those gorgeous green eyes that hypnotize me every time I look at them. And those pink plump lips that I so badly want to-

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Where is this all coming from? I'm seriously out of my mind.

Don't forget the theory of kissing Blaise Anderson Beryl. Bad things happen.

"I know I'm handsome and all but you should stop staring at me like that. It makes me uncomfortable." He broke me from my reverie.

I glared at his smirk. He looked arrogant. Egotistic pig.

"I was picturing different ways to rearrange that ugly face of yours." I threw at him.

It only made his smirk grew as if he knew what I was thinking about. I can't believe I admired his perfect facial features. What if he has a face of an angel? It doesn't make him an angel.

He opened his mouth to say something but then Dynamite by Tio Cruz blasted in the room. I jumped on my place making him chuckle.

He fished out his phone from back pocket of dark jeans and frowned at the screen. He gave me one look before excusing himself. Ha! He just stood up and walked away. No word spoken to me.

He talked in hushed voices and then I heard him groan.

It was a big opportunity for me- to get the remote and watch anything but that match that had caught his attention for past three hours.

Blaise looked like he had to make a very important decision for a business deal. He rubbed his temple with index finger and thumb clenching his jaw. His eyes narrowed and he spoke something. From the looks of it, he looked extremely angry at something.

I wanted to know what he was talking about and with whom. Who was on the other side of phone who distressed Blaise? I'd give that person a kiss- only if he is hot.

I shook my head. Not talking about my first kiss like that.

Never been kissed thing applies to me. Ever since I punched the guy who tried to kiss me, no one else dared. Neil had been that unfortunate guy. Sometimes I thank him for being a part of my life. Most of times I curse his existence.

Blaise suddenly looked at me with phone still pressed to his ear. Our eyes met and I froze. I guess I stared at him far too longer for my liking. And I didn't really like it when he smirked and then winked at me. I scowled looking back at television screen, glaring at it.

He returned after a couple of minutes and sat at my side without any care of the world. He didn't look like someone who had intense conversation on the phone with someone.

"Who was that?" I asked not looking at him.

"Who?"

"On the phone. Who were you talking to? You seemed pretty tense." I tried not to show any interest.

It's me Beryl Parker. Curiosity is in my veins. I guess.

"Dad," he shrugged.

I waited for an explanation. Anything. But he didn't say a word. I bit my lower lip. He was not going to say anything else.

"Why were you so-" I stopped myself.

Don't be nosy Beryl. I scolded myself mentally. Whatever talk he had with his father was his business not mine.

"-tense?" I finished the question. Of course I had to be so curious.

And in response, he tensed again. I gave him a sideways look through my eyelashes. He was not looking at me. His inscrutable face was facing front. He had frozen at his place and I was getting worried.

I don't think I shocked him that bad.

"He's going to marry." He muttered.

Marry? I was confused. Did he mean marriage? Like real marriage? His father was going to marry someone. I didn't think it was his mom. But there was a lady I saw when I had delivered those cupcakes. Was she really his mom? So he lived with his mom. But she never said she was his mom.

And about his dad marrying. He was marrying another woman who was not his mom. There can be other possibilities. So many options to choose from.

"He's bringing my stepmother home," he told me with a grimace.

Stepmother?

"Who do you live with? Your mom or dad?" I asked. But then I felt it was blunt but I couldn't stop myself. I was getting more and more curious.

"The house belongs to dad but he is hardly home." He answered without any emotion in his voice. It was hollow.

"So that lady in your home. Is she your mom?"

"No, she is my stepmother."

"What about your mother?" I asked lamely. Curiosity. Curiosity. Curiosity.

He tensed at my question. I pursed my lips together. Shouldn't have asked that.

He looked guarded. It was like he had built a fortress around me to stop anyone from peeping inside in his mind. He looked at me and there was emptiness in his eyes but I could see frustration swimming around the surface as if he couldn't believe he revealed something about his life.

"She's dead. An unfortunate accident took her life four years ago."

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. His story sounded so familiar. Just the roles were different.

"I'm sorry," I said.

But I knew it was of no help. I didn't control his emotions. He missed his mom and I couldn't do anything to make it better. It was a reality he knew. Saying it again and again and feeling sorry for it was not going to make things right. They only hurt more.

All I could do was take his mind off everything. That could make it feel better but won't lessen the pain of loss.

"Your story is like mine." I started.

Emotions returned to those empty eyes filling them with new curiosity. I smiled at him weakly going back to my fast.

"My dad died in an accident when I was eleven. Three years later my mom married my stepdad. And now we are again a new family." I sighed.

Losing dad was the biggest shock of my life. I had never expected it. Never seen it coming. But then again, who sees an accident coming. He was always a quiet but loving man. I've got my father's genes. Many people tell me that I look like him. That I've gotten all my traits from him. He was an amazing man. Always there for me and mom.

But life was just cruel. Luck was not on our side.

Everything shattered that day. He was coming home in a plane. It crashed and all the passengers died, including my dad.

Even after all those years of mourning and loss, I still miss my dad. There's nothing that can replace him.

And same goes to Blaise' mom. No words can recede that pain. It grows dull with time but it is still there. A horrible memory of that gruesome day. And all those beautiful memories of happy days. It hurts bad that they are only memories now. That an important person of my life is a memory.

Arms came around me and I looked at the owner of them quizzically. Only my vision was cloudy. Tears had not spilled from my eyes were they had succeeded to tell it was hard to forget a person easily. Even after moving on, those memories make you cry.

He rested his chin on my head and my arms snaked around his waist and rested on his back. I inhaled his scent- woods and mint. Pleasant smell.

I closed my eyes listening to rhythmic beat of his heart. It was all I could listen to in the silence. Television was long forgotten.

His hand made circles on my back and I snuggled closer to him basking the warmth of his body. Peace settled in my mind and I felt myself falling into darkness.

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This chapter is not edited. Not that any chapter is edited but I have an excuse for this. My exams are going on and still I managed to write a chapter. Well my mind was going to explode from studying so I decided to write a chapter. But this is the last chapter of this story....

....before my exams.

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~Chapter Fourteen- It's me, Beryl Parker. Curiosity is in my veins. I guess~

I never got another text from Nick. I never got a chance to talk to him again. Not that I was interested any longer. It was better that way. He should not look at me and I would keep liking him. Contrary to what I had told Tristan, I was never going to fall for Nick even if he had changed for me because honestly, there are much better fishes in the sea. I'm just not hunting for them right now. Nick is a piranha I'd like to have but I'm aware of the danger so I'll keep my distance. And dolphins are my favorite anyway.

But Nick is handsome with his sweet smile and let's just not forget those eight packs every girl wants to touch. His beautiful blonde hairs and infinite pools of blue eyes are also not meant to be ignored. He is handsome. Incredibly handsome and a hunk with muscles of a fighter.

I wrote that speech yesterday. Something has happened. After the weekend, Nick is crawling further away. Since he was always at the same place so I'd say I'm crawling away from him. Maybe after what he did to Emma my aversion for him is growing. Not growing, developing. Yeah, that's the right word.

But I've learned to keep myself rooted for stopping to watch the dreams I'd hope to come true. With Nick, I know those dream won't come true. I'd like to keep it that way.

Nick would talk to Blaise and Josh while passing our table and an occasional ‘hey B' never went unnoticed. I wondered what Blaise and Josh were still doing at our table because I thought they'd have left a long time ago.

I found the courage to ask them the question on a fateful Wednesday.

"Your friend no longer sits with us. What are you two still doing here?" I asked finally.

Josh gasped at me and placed a hand on his heart. "You want us gone, Parker?" He asked with mock hurt.

I rolled my eyes. And they say girls are dramatic. They are just better actors so that boys don't figure out their true intentions.

"I'm just asking because you guys are popular ones. And don't say anything along the lines ‘Popularity is an illusion," I quoted with my fingers. "You don't miss your friends like him?"

Josh smirked. "I'd never miss them." He pointed at the table and shuddered.

I looked at the table. There were girls hanging at the side of jocks. Two of them looked pissed off as if they'd be anywhere than there and fiddled with their phone. I remember Josh acting like them. And Blaise, no girl really came around him for some reason. He was handsome and I've heard them fretting about him. It was a surprise he was not seen with many. Maybe he kept them a secret. Or maybe he was like Josh.

I looked at Blaise who was busy with his phone.

He doesn't talk much unless you ask him to. And he is a good teacher. Whenever I have any difficulty with Physics, he is there to help me. He's really good at explaining things.

He might have sensed my gaze on him as he lifted his head to look at me, his eyes staring at me with seriousness.

He had this serious look on his face most of the time that gives you the creeps. But I'm used to it now. That's what I tell myself but it hardly works.

"I like it here better." He told me and went back to his phone.

I frowned. What did he mean? Then it hit me. He was answering my question. He liked it better with us than those popular. Hard to believe but I didn't probe further.

As the days gone by, it's been pretty normal. There really hasn't been anything special going on. With Emma gone from the group, things have gone back to normal. My time with Jessica has decreased and I guess she has been spending more time texting Josh then mothering the time spent with me. So it left me with one person I had vowed to avoid at the starting of the year. The same person was sitting on the couch like it was his throne and I was a peasant.

"Blaise, don't you have anyone else to bother?" I asked flopping on the love seat, a couple feet away from him.

His eyes

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