[BoyxBoyxGirl. Polyamorous]
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Falling for the best friend of her crush wasn't on Martha's bingo card. She had more important things to worry about, like the disappearance of her mother which led to the loss of her voice.
But amidst investigations...
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I can’t move!
The house stares at me, taunting me, daring me to come in and join in the fun, but I can only stare with wide eyes at the building.
It can’t be! It’s not possible! I must be dreaming. That’s it, Martha, you’re just dreaming!
“Can you feel it, M? This is going to be the best night of our lives!” Cece has to scream because even outside, the loud music drowns out her voice.
She starts to walk towards the door, but I’m unable to move from my spot. The urge to run home is strong and the voice in my head that tells me that danger is near is basically screaming in my head. Screaming for me to just go home and watch Heartstopper again.
“We’re already here, M and we’re pretty. Please don’t make us go back.” Cece pouts at me. She’s right. She is stunning and it would be a shame if she didn’t make an appearance.
She’s dressed in a deep V-neck long-sleeve silver sequin mini dress which hugs her body in all the right places. Her hair falls graciously over her shoulders, tucked behind her ears so that her silver hoops are visible. Her clothing is matched with a silver purse and bracelets and despite her black heels, she’s barely my height.
She’s stunning.
She tried to make me as impressive as her, but that’s just not possible. While I look good in my black bustier on black ripped jeans, white platform heels and white sling bag, I’m nowhere compared to Cece.
However, my reluctance to move has nothing to do with our looks and everything to do with the house that’s staring right at me. I want to talk to her, I want to explain my concerns to her, but the words die in my throat and I can only stare, hating the fact that I left the house without my notepad.
Cece reasoned it would be next to impossible to read in the poor lighting and while I know she’s right, I hate that I have no way of explaining myself.
It doesn’t make sense, and for a brief moment, I second guess myself, but I’m right. The house belongs to none other than Jonathan Albert which wouldn’t be a bad thing except Jonathan never throws parties. Ever! Jonathan is an absolute mystery who talks to no one except the Richmond twins.
Jonathan is the guy that sits by the window in class and has a faraway look in his eyes as he observes the world from the corners of his eyes. He’s hot, he’s rich and his family is well known, but he’s refused to associate with anyone; romantically or platonically.
In fact, I don’t even know how I know this is his house as everyone knows the Albert Mansion and this most definitely not it. I know I’m not wrong though. Jonathan lives here. I’m sure of it.
