Sasha's POV
"This is it." We stop infront of the apartment door.
I got this and made some payments before the graduation, so here I am with my dad helping me with my suitcases to move in.
I open the door for him to enter. His nose wrinkles up as soon as we are in.
"Sasha, I swear this is nowhere near the house I was planning to buy for you. Look at this furniture, it looks so tired." He says as his eyes wonder around my apartment.
It has a sitting room, a bedroom and a kitchen. A small dining table and some other fine looking furniture though my dad doesn't appreciate it.
"Dad, this is what I can afford for now. I will move into a better one when I get the money." I say trying to ignore how he undermines my place.
He helps me arrange my closet as I clean everything. I don't see any fault in this apartment, it really looks nice, one of the best on this building.
I escort my dad out when its his time to leave. "Make sure to eat in time sweetheart." He kisses my forehead as I hug him.
As soon as I go back in, I hear people laughing outside my apartment. I come to the door, open a bit and take a peek.
I see three girls chatting and laughing, I think they are my neighbors. I decide to avoid them because that is what I always do. I don't get friends, friends get me and even if they get me, I don't let them get so close. Travis is an exception.
I started avoiding people after my first heart break. I was a naive little girl with a primal need to be loved.
Rick loved me, protected me and always made me feel wanted. In return, I loved him with all I had, submitted to him and his wish was always my command. One day, he just told me that he didn't want me anymore. He even left the school and the city.
I tried calling him a couple of times and sent him a bunch of messages but all didn't go through. I wanted to let him know how much I missed him or at least have an explanation.
I became hopeless and spoilt. But after a counseling from miss preskott, I came back to my senses. My bounce back was strong AF, I was brave and had clearer goals than before, being successful like my dad and not letting anyone corrupt my life again. Live my own life without having to please anyone. That is why I always avoid friends, just to make sure they won't leave at last and make me hopeless again. That is my biggest fear.
I turn to go and take a bath, I actually don't smell so good. I have been moving in, so I have a little smell of sweat.
As I walk away from the door, I slip on something I don't recognize and I look around for something to hold on before I fell flat on my face.
The nearest thing is the door so I quickly catch the door knob but the damn door decides to fly open so i am down on my butt and three girls are unblinkingly staring at me.
Great! Now I have to introduce myself to them. I move out slowly as I fake a smile.
"Hello!" I say as I slowly approach them not wanting to show that I actually suck at introductions.
Two of them are in the same age as me, one looks like a nerd. She is wearing wide round glasses, jean trousers and a white T-shirt with a pony tail. She is naturally beautiful but looks a bit boring.
The other girl is wearing a round skirt that goes upto her knees with a sweatshirt. She looks smart. Just like a nursery school teacher with her hair tied up in a neat bun.
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