khuthi_makananise

A wise fool once said 'the heart wants what it wants'. Unfortunately, no one told me that sometimes, what the heart wants could be the only missing piece of a recipe for disaster. Maybe I wouldn't have listened; then we would have made it out unscathed. But there was no way to avoid it. I was in love with my principal. Heart, mind, body and soul. How do I say no to that?

Azania Wyatt is an 18 year old high school senior, who has had everything at the drop of a hat. She is daddy's little girl and has some underlying issues from her childhood that she keeps dead and buried. 

Anthony Matthews is a 24 year-old married retired F1 race car driver, who has now taken up his legacy seat as the principal of Westerbridge Academy. Anthony also just so happens to be the brother of Azania's godfather. And he is seemingly the only person who can see beneath Azania's fake facade. 

What will happen when the two of them cross the line and fall in to each other's arms instead?

Racing Hearts

"You're the fakest bitch of them all." I lost it; I slapped him hard across the face. His face whipped to the side from the force of my slap and he laughed.

"I'm a mess, aren't I?" he asked, and the old Kevin was back. Feeling the anger leave my body, I slid down against the wall until my ass touched the floor.

"Where have you been Kevin?" all the fight I had in me had left, giving me vague memories of my daisy dukes sliding down my legs.

"I needed some space okay." He threw his hands up in exasperation and came to sit down next to me. "Space from what?" the question was answered with silence; his gaze fixated on the mini fridge in the corner. And suddenly, it clicked. "Or should I ask, from whom?" The look in his eyes when he turned to look at me said it all, making me feel ill.

"I'm sorry." He whispered and I commanded my tears to stay in their ducts, but my command must have fallen on deaf ears because a tear escaped and streamed down my face in shame.

Chapter Forty-Three: More Fight