Davis' POV
I plop on the bed, feeling exhausted. I ditched college today. I felt like shit after the party. I left the lectures halfway and came back I get up to wash my face. I stare at myself in the mirror. I have dark circles under my eyes and my face is slightly greenish from all the puking and nausea. After the drama that took place on that night... Forget it. I don't want to waste my time thinking about things I can't help. But the thought of Linda and Justin just makes me want to puke. Who would have thought?
We had been dating for a year and a half now. Initially when Linda came into into college, she was quite bright and smart. She was the ideal good girl and teacher's pet... Until I fucked her. But as and when time passed, she became more and more arrogant, rude. Dunno what happened I always thought that Linda was a good find. She wasn't the one; turns out she was just one of those slutty bitches that don't matter in my life. Usually girls are the ones who cry over me then why the fuck do I care about her. But in truth, bad boys are bad boys because some dickheads like Linda make them fucked up. Fuck these good girls who just pretend to be good but in reality just use us to fuck us because they know that we are good at it.
Anyways I have bigger matters to worry about. I won't waste my time crying over someone like her. I thought I could trust her.
I shake my head and go out of the bathroom and start organizing my desk which is messy as usual. Then I see it. A journal, decorated meticulously with pics and stuff I make a face and squint my eyes. And then recognize her, it's Darcy, the newbie from room 99.
I open the book. The first thing that I see is a cute and simple photo of Darcy. Little almond shaped eyes full of curiosity stare at me. She might be six or seven years old. Her mother is sitting beside her. She has the same almond eyes, coloured stormy grey. The same dirty blonde hair. I can't help but strongly feel the resemblance. A small smile creeps up to my face. Tugging at the corner of my lips as I stare at them both. I feel like I have seen this woman before. But I can't quite remember when. Then realization hits me like a tidal wave.
No. No. No. This is not happening. This is so not happening. This can't be her. My heart rate speeds up to a alarming rate. Fresh adrenaline rushes in my blood. My vision goes hazy. But I force myself to calm down. To concentrate. I look at the photo for one last time and any shadow of doubt vanishes. It's her.
Elizabeth McField.
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The Two Of Us
TienerfictieDarcy Mcfield is an ambitious student in the Lawrence university. she is not into the usual teenage stuff. but her life is suddenly changed with the entry of Davis Haywood. the usual quiet and studious Darcy starts experiencing something she has nev...
