nothando_dlamini

And so the saying says " you may experience so many other loves but the love of your first love never quenches. It never dies ".

Once childhood crushes but now the worst enemies. But for how long?

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A boy moves into the neighborhood and every child on the block seems to hate him expect one. The ombre haired girl living next door who had a huge secret crush on him. She becomes the boys protector and they grow closer till they become best friends and make an oath to always be there for eachother until one day when the boy left without saying good bye.

Ten years later after leaving and no contact he comes back but not just an ordinary boy but the drop dead gorgeous and heartthrob bad boy every girl drolls over. She despises him and wants nothing to do with him but is later confused on how to feel about him when she's assigned to be his afterschool totur and she desperately needs the money. 

Will the drowned feelings resurface? Or will they be torn apart by fate and circumstances.

Tutoring The Bad Boy

"Of course it hurt that we could not love eachother in a physical way. We would have been far more happy if we had. But that was like the tides , the change of seasons - something immutable , an immovable destiny we could never alter . No matter how cleverly we could alter it , our delicate friendship wasn't going to last forever . We were bound to reach a dead end. That was painfully clear",- Haruki Murakami , Sputnik Sweetheart. 


I've been seating here for longer than I can remember.  I have a blanket and some coffe to keep me awake . Making daily chapter updates on my book drains me but I was feeling a little bit depressed so this was the best pill that could stop me from thinking whatever negative thought  I had in my mind. 


The next morning I had to drag myself out of my bed feeling groggy with puffy eyes. Taking a shower waslike some kind of pill that wiuld make my muscles stop from axhing after having long nights seatung in a chair and staring at a laptop. After stepping out of the shower with my towel around me I heard my phone ringing and look at the caller Id. It's Megan.


"Aren't we supposed to go to school today? So you can tell me everything when I see you ", I whyne.


"Well , hello Brie and I'm fine thank you for asking", she said sarcastically. 


"Have you heard the word on the street?", I frown well I haven't heard anything and why would I care of there was something spicy. I don't like sticking my nose in peoples businesses so why would I know what's happening with their lives.


"This is not gossip but I wanted  to let you know that yesterday I heard that there would be a goddes joining our senoir class today ".


"Oh really ,So you called me up to tell me about a boy you heard was joining our class, Megan you have a boyfriend. Does Alex know that you're...".


"What?", I said going through my clothes picking an outfit for the day.


"I'm telling you all this so that you can dress up and be beautiful , you might catch his eye, who knows ".


''And then comes your craziness again.  How many times am I going to tell you that.", but she cutts me off.


"And how long  are you gojng to stay single because of your childhood crush who isn't here anymore and who didn't care about you enough not to even say goodbye when he left? ", I was silent for a moment. I knew she was right something in my heart told me that he would still come back


"It's time for you to move on", I was silent. 


"You know that it's rude  spoil someone's mood in the morning ", I roll my eyes.


"I know but just dress up and I'll seee you in a few", I dropped the call and sat on the bed thinking for a second. 


She was right but my heart refused to accept that. A part of me felt like it was incomplete without him but another despised him for leaving me like that. I don't know why I lived in the last but it was more comfortable than opening a new chapter knowing very well that some people wouldn't be there. My heart still ached like it happened seconds ago. I still remembered that day like it was yesterday.


4. Destiny