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You know that moment in time where everything's a daze? That particular moment where you're not too sure what's going on?

It's like you're in control but on the other hand,you're not. Your mind says no but your body says yes. Hell, your body screams yes.

It's like a drug you take. One dose and your addicted. A few more and you become intoxicated and if I was to say I wasn't...well damn, I'd be a fucking bloody liar.

With every kiss that we shared; passionate, smooth and slow, I felt myself falling more and more for him. I told you, it's like a drug an addictive one as a matter of fact and to be honest, I think its effects were catching up to me.

I wasn't even sure how long we'd been locked up in his hot place but one thing was for sure; it hadn't been that long since no one had attempted to use the bathroom.

Being still fully dressed, nothing much apart from the savouring touch from each others lips was going on but despite that, I felt connected to him even though this wasn't right. This could ruin us as individuals.

We've already been exposed once which had favourably been kept in the school campus but one we're outside, anything could go wrong. Not just for me, but for both of us and most of all, the reputation of America.

I couldn't let this go further. At least for his sake if not for mine so I slowly stepped back a little embarrassed from what just went down.

"We shouldn't have." I whispered, now starting at my disheveled demeanor in the mirror in front of me.

Lilac Manor embarassed.

Wow.

Coming to thing of it, this would never have been me a few months ago in that luxurious hotel back in Barcelona. I've become a wreck. A blackmailer, an a admirer and a whole lot of private shit to get in check.

"I really like you Lilac." Kai, admitted walking closer behind me. "We-

"-no! We cannot, will not and will never be anything more than friends. You have a reputation to keep and so do I so I'm not going to let your feelings get in the way." I spat causing him to go dead silent.

"You may like me Malachi, but us? That'll be too messed up."

"So I don't get a say in this?"

"There's nothing to say. Don't you get it? I'm being blackmailed for probably kissing you in public and you're just hanging around like a money with no problems."

Quicker than I expected, Malachi's calm character changed. It went ice cold probably colder than he north pole but hey! I've never been there so...

He walked back towards the door looked at me and said: "If you really think you're that important Lilac then you're damn wrong because we all have problems and guess what? Just because I'm the president's son doesn't mean my life's all hay and sunshine."

"Out of everyone here, I though you'd understand." he added, with a really soft tone and with that he left.

He left me alone in that overheated bathroom to possibly sulk and drown myself in thoughts.

I've been doing that too much lately so I'd suggest a change. It's time to drown my thoughts in drinks.

Within seconds, I sorted my messy hair out glossed my lips and casually walked out looking for the drinks table once more but this time, there was something or rather someone on my mind.

Malachi.

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From that night, all I remembered was drinking all the drinks that could go down my system leaving a burning sensation in my throat and a glimpse of me climbing the pool table.

Yeah... I climbed the pool table.

Now sitting here, munching on some cornflakes in the dining hall, I blankly stared at the family sitting in front of me; mother, Liam, Mathew and little Lou.

Luckily, dad had been gone on a business trip so thankfully, he won't be able to roast me till later and if I'm very lucky, he'll forget his seventeen year old daughter went to a birthday party a carelessly passed out after overdosing on sleeping pills.

Just like I said, I was out by ten but luckily, my driver was still around.

You may be wondering what happened to my bestfriends and to tell you the truth...I really don't know. Carrie has responsibilities so if she left I couldn't really blame her even though it was still wrong but Tyra on the other hand...I couldn't help but feel like something was off.

Back at the table, mum had her computer in front of her while sipping some camomile tea, Liam had his phone in one hand and was drinking some juice same as Lou and Mathew just quietly demolished his omlet with sausage.

And to top it all up, the tension in this room could be cut with a knife. Everything seemed really weird and I wasn't sure if it was because there was a break in a few weeks ago or the fact that everyone was in the process of doing something.

"Did you use my black card, Lilac?" Liam asked me, with his attention still on his phone.

"No, why would I? I have my own cash."

"Hm...just wondering." He said, finishing up the chunk of food in his mouth.

Why would Liam ask me of all people about using his black card? I have my own bank account overflowing with money so why ask me? Anyway, I'll let it slip and pretend like that question was never asked.

"How's school sis?" Mathew asked, casually leaning on his chair.

"Fine thanks." I replied, trying my best not to drag this conversation with him and also key importantly not meet his gaze.

A few years ago, when I was probably ten or eleven, I was the best at telling little white lies every now and then but to Mathew? That's just a pure waste of your precious time.

I'd been going through that phase in life that ladies go through and I didn't know how to confront anyone to tell them especially my mother because I was positive she'd call up all her rich lawyers wives and business women to have a celebratory event for me. But mainly for them if you get what I mean.

Liam was at boarding school and father...well, I didn't really think of that option it would have been too weird. But as soon as Mathew caught me walking weird once and asked if I was okay I just couldn't lie.

I swear, I nearly did but that look in his beady eyes just gave me out. So eventually, I ended up telling him and honestly, he was pretty chill about it.

"Hello?" Someone called out, dragging me out of memory lane. "Are you alright, sweety? You've been awfully reserved since yesterday." Mum asked, closing her laptop.

For once!

"Yeah! Yeah, I'm fine." I tried to reply, with the most honest voice I could find. "Just tired."

"Then off to bed." Liam chipped in.

"Shouldn't you be at work?"

"I'm the boss." He smugly replied causing me to roll my eyes.

"And you Mathew?" I asked my oldest brother , who was now sorting out his cufflinks. "Taking Louisiana to see her mum then I'll be off to work."

"Oh I-

But before I could continue mother interrupted. "-oookay! That's enough for the morning. All of you should get lost." She shouted on the three of us. "-except for you Lou." She whispered into her granddaughters ear.

No need to ponder, I'm positive she wants us to leave just so she can spoil her with money and to stop me from asking Mathew about Louisianna's mum so I obliged.

I really don't have the energy for this. The migraine and vomiting at three am was enough.

So I walked up to my room and locked myself in there needing a few hours to myself because right now, guilt was eating me up. I had hurt Malachi and myself in the process not to talk of the fact that school started in a few days and that meant more drama.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, my phone rang.

Unknown number

"Hello?" I whispered into the microphone.

"Heya! Is this Lilac?" A cute voice asked, through the phone preferably one of a little boy.

Now what in the world would a little boy have my number for? As far as I knew, I had no little cousins and didn't think my mother and father were that desperate to hook my up with a minor.

"Yes, that's me. Who's this?"

"Oh yeah, right, sorry er, I'm MJ but my real name's Micheal. I don't really believe that though. All my siblings have M to start their name and I like to think I'm unique so just call me James.

"Owk?" At this point I was totally confused. "How old are you, James?"

"Eleve- WHAT THE FUCK MICHEAL! Another voice exclaimed but seemed distant - Hey! No curse words in the White House!" James, who I thinks 'M' stands for Micheal shouted back.

Hold on. Rewind. "No curse words in the White House."

I don't really know who this person is but I know who he's related to. If I'm correct I think this would be Malachi's little brother.

Spontaneously, I cut the call and threw my phone towards the door but a few seconds afterwards is when I regretted my action because I had recently got a new screen.

Awesome.

****MALACHI'S POV****

".....I know, I know but it wasn't even my fault."

"I don't care Malachi, you need make a move."

"If you're talking about kissing then too bad because we've already done that and yes Celeste, before you ask I was gentle."

I'd been throwing one of my basketball in the minor hoop I had in my room for the past one hour when Celeste, one of the maids decided to check up on me because she said and I quote "you're going go crack the walls with that ball boy!"

I don't blame her. If this was one of our houses, the wall would have cracked open long ago.

Celeste was an elder of about fifty to sixty years with lovely white hair and her usual white maid gown. I've known her since I was a kid courtesy my mother who grew up with her.

If I was to speak the truth, I'd say Celeste is more of a mother to me than my actual mother ever is or was...we don't get along.

She can be vile, stuck up and a brat but somehow Celeste manages to keep up with her. I don't know how but I'm proud of her.

Despite that, I go out of my way to spoil her every once in a while. She's been there for me when my mother was not.

Coming to think of it, out of all the expensive items I've got her, I've noticed she's admired and taken to heart the one I actually made for her. A locket with a picture of us.

She was much younger and I wasn't a day over five.

Right now, she was sorting out my laundry and listening to me vent. I really do appreciate her.

"Malachiiii!!!" A little spawn burst into my room screaming at an abnormal level.

MJ; my eleven year old brother and Mikayla's twin.

"What?"

"PS?" He asked, not waiting for my reply, he opened up the television stand and pulled out the new PS5 with a few games to accompany it.

"I'm occupied." I tried to tell him, walking over to my bed to slip a top on. "Go play barbie dolls with Mikayla."

At that he looked at me like...you serious bro? Causing me to chuckle.

"Whatever, just for an hour."

(Many more hours later than one...)

"I'll be back." I told Micheal, handing him my console and strolling off to the bathroom.

What was I even doing here? It's not like I needed to pee. I guess...well, maybe I just needed some me time.

I leaning my arms on the sink and looked at the person I've become.

A simp, a broken freak, and most of all; America's look - up - to.

Everyone depended on me and not even Lilac could see that. Out of everyone, I though she'd get me. I guess you don't really know anyone do you?

I know this sounds stupid but I learnt it's okay to breakdown, it's okay to feel down and most of all, it's okay to cry.

Just as the tears started to fill my eyes I heard Micheal talking to someone so I decided to casually check it out.

Lo and behold, he had his phone on one ear and my phone in the other.

"Heya! Is this Lilac?"

Silence.

"Eleve-

"WHAT THE FUCK MICHEAL!" I shouted, before dashing over to him to end the call.

Trust me...he's dead.

A/N: Two chapters in a day :)
Hope you enjoyed this, leave your comments as always and thanks for reading.

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