Thank You

I’ve noticed the lack of inspiration I’m having the past few months. Everything I once found to be inspiring I have lost. I haven’t written anything that I found to be any good in a little over half a year. Plus, I seem to have no time to look at my screen at the moment. It truly pains me to leave something I loved doing. For the people who’ve told me I can have a future with literature, I will forever cherish those words. There the still good words I have to remember. Anyway, enough about that. I love you all dearly and thank you for those who’ve supported my writting. Thank you.

If you want to still have a way of contacting me, I’ll list my social medias below.

Snapchat:

@ xo_blooded. (Just to be aware of it before you could. I do snap a lot of idiotic things here. I do warn you I may act as if I were another person)

Instagram:

@ _xobird_

Wattpad: (? Idk)

@ xobird

Apology from inconsiderate arse

I suppose you have long forgotten about me, it has been a long while. 2016 wasn't nearly as good as I hoped it would be. It's been hard for most of us this year and I only wish it'll come out better in the other. I want to apologies, I haven't been here in months. . . If you were to accept my apology I'll continue on posting. I am truly sorry. . . . Ps: I've been trying to look for Part 1 on Liar but I can't find it. I know I posted it. I'll keep on looking for it.

The cheating liar

Part II . I sit up on my bed, waking up with no soul. If that is remarkably possible. I groan as I look at the clock and bring the blanket over my head, much like a child. But this child isn't all the happiest. I never knew how much some human being could affect me so darn much. "Stupid," I say to myself as I smack my head. I get one of Addison's running pants and slide them on. Since I moved in with Thomas, I am staying off at Addison's place after he dropped me off in the campus. I really need her right now. But Ethan and her are in Cabo to celebrate their one year anniversary. She left me the key in case I ever needed clothes. I look at the choice and scowl at myself. I look nothing but a waste, I can't let people see me like this. But yet again, why should I care what other people think? They only judge imperfections even though its natural. I place the hood of my hoodie over my head and walk. . ~||~ . I run around one of the parks of my liking, scaring a couple of birds as I run towards them. I duck my head down as I continue to force my body to keep going forwards. 'Why is life never in my favor?' I ask myself as I pass the tulips that were planted here maybe early January. I immediately get out the way as a cart of flowers cover my path. "Sorry for that Ms. Happy Valentine!" The seller yells. I raise a thumb in the air and continue to run. 'Great, didn't notice that was today..' I think as I run. 'Gosh, it's so cold.' I say in my head, I look at the cement and see little darker dots appearing. Clinking against the cement. I roll my eyes as the water droplets hit harder. I look up into the darkening sky. "So cliche, let me guess, I'm going to start cry-" before I could finish my sentence, I bump into a pole. Clenching my eyes shut as I expect to contact to the forming mud. But hands reach out for me and prevent me from falling. "Wait.. Poles don't have hands," I say to myself. I open my eyes and remember that gossip is all on me, so I duck my head so the person wouldn't see my face. "Sorry sir," I say to the guy's running shoes. "Thank you for catching me. That'd be an embarrassing situation." I say robotically. The person stays silent and our heavy breathing from running is the only thing that fills my ears. But the alarm I set on to return home startles both of us. I take out my phone and frown as I look at that one notification. His classes are cancelled again. I haven't seen him in days, as I swipe my alarm away. An image pops up as my wallpaper. A photo of us kissing in a photo booth. I look at the next one and see his cheeks growling surprisingly red as his lips have lipstick on them. I can't hold back my small laugh and I pop out of my daze. "Well.. Um.. If you're mad I apologize again. Thank you," I say as I still duck my head. I place my phone back on my pocket and turn back to the direction I came from. Walking since the runners high is beginning to form. I am pulled back and my hood falls back from my face. I squeal as I fall against the person. "What the hell!?" I say. I remain there a bit as I try to calm my beating heart. "Darlyn?" I hear, my heart beats harder and fear consumes me. I slowly turn around against his holding arms and stare into his eyes. Afraid more than ever. My emotions run into me like a bull eyeing his target. Suddenly, my brain functions and I push away. "Get away from me Chris!!" I hiss like a cat, I get up and push him away from me. My face now burns in anger. "Hey," he says as he calms me down. I clench my fists and bore my eyes into him. "Hey...? Hey?!" I repeat in his face, I punch him directly into his nose and hear his groan. "HEY?!" I repeat as I snap. My emotions mix together and I feel myself crying. "How dare you? We were friends!" I say as I punch his arms and chest. He grabs my wrists and I clench my teeth. "Let me go!" I say as I struggle against him. He brings my red face towards him and suddenly he holds his own sadness. "I'm sorry.." He says, I look into his eyes. "Sorry? Chris... You're sorry?" I ask flabbergasted. Sarcasm in there of coarse. "One of my fans hacked my account. I was supposed to tell you but my phone and other electronics have been taken away to restore my accounts. And Hunt's sister didn't let me anywhere near the house you guys share. And when I called you in a prepaid phone. You didn't answer." He says in a frown. I take the new information in. "Sure," I say nodding my head. "How do I know you're not lying?" I ask as I look into his eyes. He overlaps a napkin in his bleeding nose and frowns. "I have my manager telling the media what happened. But they only care about rumors then the truth." He says, a tear rolls down my cheek and my hair is damp with the rain. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Trust me, I know how you feel... My girlfriend broke up with me." He says ducking his head low. He seems sincere, but also, he's an actor. "I... I need to go.." I say as I run away, I hear his sad sigh as we go our separate ways. . ~||~ . Thomas Hunt . I look at the small box on my tv stand.. Catching my attention soon after I messaged my students that I would not be attending my usual classes. I walk to it and toss it around my hand. "Today in Gossip hour," I hear the tv play from downstairs. I roll my eyes at my little sister loves to watch gossip shows. "Fucking shit!" She yells, I silence myself and hear what it says. "So Whitney, the scandals with Darlyn and Chris! It's not yet over is it?" I turn to my tv and change it to the channel. "Today, we had a camera man follow Chris. Which caught us by surprise. Let's have a see, shall we?" The screen fades into darkness for a moment and a video is immersed. Showing a running Chris. A scowl forms in my lips as even the mere image of him makes me despise him. I see how he's heading towards a park that Darlyn likes a lot, I know that since she took my there because I said I have never been on a paddle boat. We had a really great day there. My thought is cut as I see a petite figure running towards him. Looking at the cement as it begins to drizzle rain. I can't see her face since her hood covers it. But my heart pounds against my chest, it knows who she is. She looks up the sky and scowls. Mumbling things to herself but before she could see. They bump into each other and he catches her before she could fall. She ducks her head down and hides her face. She says something but he continues to stare. A faded ringtone is heard and she sighs as she looks at her phone. Another clink is heard and it sounds like the notification message that reminds students of their classes in Hollywood U. She frowns and continues to stare at her phone. Smiling now as she sees her screen. My heart aches as she looks happy, while I'm here in a heart brake. If I were to never let Darlyn in.. Would I be happy without her? Or would I be sad and regret that I didn't. Do I regret being with her..? Of coarse not, even though my heart aches from her betrayal. I still love her. I hear a squeal and I see the screen of the tv even though it pains me to watch. I see Darlyn's back is against Chris's and she stays there for a while, ''move away from him!" I yell at the screen. She turns around in his arms and she stares into his eyes, her emotions erupt in her eyes and they stare at each other. I yell at the tv and turn it off. I let my anger lose and I throw the little box against the wall. Braking the hinges, making popping open. I stare at the glistening diamond ring and I fall into my knees as I cry in pain. . . . Here, I felt inspired by a recent event and I thought about this. Hopefully this was good. Anyways, bye my loves. Until next update/post.

The Offer

Here is a preview of what Mc/Ethan might look like. Hehe, I finally found out what the plot will be. Enjoy <3

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Prologue

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My breath hitches, I have been doing that lately. Seems as if I'm always in that position.

"Iris," they say once more. I completely forget that I am the one who owns that name.

"Iris," they repeat. Finally having an understanding of the situation. I look at them. The Devils of the university.

"I - I showed you I was no trouble. And now you have the opacity to"- I am silenced by a pair of hands. Ones that haven't spoken the entire meeting.

"Iris, I understand that you're frustrated. But you haven't proven anything. Pack your things. We'll send people to help." Professor Hunt says in annoyance. I continue to stare at him, with the hatred that grew when I first met him. He scoffs and continues to grade the papers he has more interest in.

Ethan's hand places itself on my shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. Hoping that I'd continue to listen without slashing out. I have a quick temper. And he knows that.

I replay what I have been told. The moment I stepped in here I knew that I was in trouble. All because of what? Hah! A date with Lance? I don't even like him. I just felt sorry that Bianca didn't want to go with him to his modeling gig. I accepted his offer. And now look at me, for her jealousy I'm-

"Expelled." I hear someone say sweetly. Look up from my hands, I see Professor Singh smiling sweetly and relaxin on her chair. I begin to play with the bracelet that is around my wrist. I do that when I don't want to reveal my emotions. Been doing it since I was ten.

"Doesn't that sound grand, Professor Hunt?" Priya asks Hunt, giving in a little smile. He doesn't bother meeting her eyes. Just simply scribbles on a paper.

"Only you'd find it amusing and entertaining to see a student with good potential leave. Although she was a pain, she has charisma." He says back at her, removing the smug smirk from her face.

I snap my bracelet once more before I turn around. Walking out the door with nothing, not even my dignity. Grabbing my black backpack I finally leave the room.

"Hey, why are you crying?" Unwilling to be the center of the pity party. I rudely leave Lisa and Addison alone. I finally break down and cry as I make it out the building. I walk off, trying to forgetting about this imprisonment.

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I shred the eviction notice and don't realize when I'm crying again. Breaking down, as if that'll do any good. I remove my earphones. Letting them drop on the floor as I continue to rip the paper. Crying because it's all I could do.

"Iris..?" I quickly compose myself, but each tear I wipe. Another one replaces it. I turn around to see Ethan coming out of his Porsche. Bringing me a drink I love. I accept it and sit down on the steps of the dorm.

"How you holding up kiddo?" He asks sitting next to me. I sip on my champurrado, sighing in satisfaction as if runs down my throat.

"Not good, I guess you could tell..." I say as I recline my head on his chest. Tired of this already.

"I need to find a job, an apartment. Gosh, where would I find one in this short time?" I ask myself, but loud enough so Ethan can hear.

"Listen, Iris. I ha-" before he could finish. A group of men, all buff. Present themselves in front of us. I get up and get handed a paper. Reading it my chest feels heavier.

They don't spare us a glance and immediately enter the dorm I used to call home. Taking the few things I have and placing them in boxes.

I grit my teeth as I hear familiar laugh and giggles. I turn to see Bianca, Jenni and Lance. Bianca laughs the loudest, "Awe, our poor friend Iris is leaving. Boo boo."

I don't spare her a glance more than a second but a pair of brown eyes find mine. I frown at the hurt that places in Lance's face. He mouths, 'sorry'. Unhelpful. I think as I look away from him. Looking at Jenni who types away in her phone.

"Haha! I'm live tweeting this right now. Hashtag Iris - the - homeless - bitch." She says in a laugh. She earns a few laugh of their entourage. My hands clench into fists.

"Shut the fuck up Jenni. You tweeting ass paid cunt. Watch, one day I'll get that fucking phone and shove it 20 inches deep up your ass. Hashtag-"

Before I could finish, I hear something drop and before I could see what it was. Ethan is already in front of me. Covering my mouth with his chest. Preventing me to even get a good amount of air to breathe yet alone talk. He says something, but my head prevents me to understand.

He finally lets go and I push away, filling my lungs with the right amount of air it needs. I look at the direction where Bianca was. They're gone. I turn back to Ethan and rage.

I sit on a box and duck my head between my legs. Coiling myself away.

"I hate this day..." I say in a sob. Ethan stands in front of me. I know that since it's fresh in the shade.

"Aye birthday girl, don't think like that.." He says playing with my hazel hair. I look up at him. With my green eyes filled with tears.

I stand up and hug him tightly, in return his hands comb my long hair. I kiss his cheek.

"Stay strong my friend." I say in a laugh as I pull away. Still in tears.

"Can you tell the girls I love them?" I ask as I pick up a box and stack it with the others.

"Iris, I hate to see a friend like this." He says helping me with the box. I look at him and sadly smile.

"Listen, I'd hate to see if you or anyone else was in my position. But sadly, my own stupidity-"

"You're not stupid. You're kind, you helped Lance. Not because of your own image. Because you're selfless." He says interrupting me.

I smirk a bit, "Told you I was Dauntless, Abnegation, Candor, Erudite. Except Amity." I say in a sad laugh. I grab his soft chocolate skinned hand. Entwining my olive skin with his. I alway liked his skin tone. Something I found appealing.

"I know kiddo, I know..." He says, I sigh and hug him again. I have to say goodbye to a good friend.

"I have an offer.." He says, before I could say anything. My breath hitches once more as I take in the offer.

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Cheating Liar

Long title but it’s all I could come up with. (What a normal relationship always have.. I might be wrong but still.) I was asked to write this and as soon as possible. I had time before I wrote my other fan ideas. So here it is. As asked for

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I sit on my usual table next to the window. Awaiting for my order to come. My usual, a chicken sandwich with a cold iced tea.

A boy, around my age sits in front of me. Smiling brightly as I give him a glance that shows my attention is towards him.

“Hello, mam.” He says plopping down a sketch pad and pencil down. Or is that a notepad? I’m not entirely sure.

“Please, I’m not much older than you.” I say, awkwardly smiling in return. He smiles enthusiastically and makes a slight room for my food.

“So, rising star Darlyn. Can I interest you into a brief sketch. Of course”- winks -“No charge.”

I tense at this, there’s always a charge. If not by money, it is some other way. There’s many ways you can be wealthy with. One might be with secrets.

“What’s the catch?” I ask him as I take a sip of my tea. His blue eyes brighten and he happily jitters.

“Well, I’m an upcoming writer. And I was-” he notices my change of interest. I’m not allowed to talk to writers, Unless Ethan tells me so anyway.

“I just wanted to know how you felt about these rumors-” rudely, I interrupt him.

“What rumors?” I ask, giving him my own interest and curiously. He once again smiles and I haven’t noticed he has been sketching.

“The ones that say you’ve cheated on Thomas Hunt with Chris Winters. Like who’d blame you? They’re both hot-”

“What?!” I ask in a screech. Soon after my outbreak, Thomas comes in. Soon finding me and getting a hold of me.

“We need to talk,” he says in a low growl. His eyes land on the guy and gives him his signature scowl. Hunt soon pulls me to come with him and I quickly grab my purse.

“Mam,” the boy says, extending his hand towards me to take the paper. I quickly grab it before it’s too late.

“Ow, Hunt - you’re hurting me.” I say, he’s pulling me harshly by the wrists. Burning it with the rough hold.

“Is it true?” He asks as he pushes me against a car. I let out a groan as my back impacts it. I force myself to let the pain in the least interest I have. And give all my attention to him.

“What?” I ask as I look at him. His angry eyes shed tears. Ones that I only seen the day that he told me about his feeling.

“Is it true?” He lets go of a sob and immediately wipes his eyes. “Is it true you and Chris?” I furrow my eyes and shake my head.

“Tommy, you-”

“Don’t call me that,” he growls in anger. I feel hurt, even though he’s the one who should be.

“Why is everyone asking me that? I-” before I could finish, a camera flash captures my eyes and see the same kid. Cursing at himself for his idiocy. Before I can think. Hunt and I are already running away. Towards his car.

Soon enough, he’s already driving off. I, silently sitting next to him. I feel something drop on my lap and his phone shows off an article. I skeptically take it and scroll.

S͟c͟a͟n͟d͟a͟l͟s͟ w͟i͟t͟h͟ D͟a͟r͟l͟y͟n͟.

~~ Formal rising actor, Darlyn. Has been in a scandal with formal director/professor, Thomas Hunt. See the article of their forbidden love here in the link. As you may know, Chris and Darlyn have been friends before Darlyn even was even known. She and him had hit it off since day one. It was a shocker that she wasn’t interested in him as we intended it to be.~~

~~And she fooled us again. On the day February 12 at 1:25 am. Chris tweeted out a very sultry and steamy update of his night.~~

Pressing on the blurred photo, a few tweets open up. Reading; “One night that I won’t forget. A night that’ll have me high of excitement” & “If only you were mine to keep ;)”

~~The people wondered who was the mystery person he was referring to. And around 2:47 am. He revealed what no one was expecting. Soon afterwards, he erased it. Stating he didn’t mean it. But everyone thinks, he meant it. Stating that he truly wants her and would risk her current relationship with Thomas Hunt. Click the photos below to see what he tweeted ;)~~

My heart races as I wait for the photos to upload. I gasp and feel the color leave my face. Seeing a photo of Chris, laying down, nude, to be descriptive. And his manhood cover by nothing but me. I nearly drop the phone in shock. Is it me? Oh gosh! I take up most of the covers, but my leg is uncovered and so is part of my chest. Though, it looks like I don’t wear anything.

My face flushed with anger and confusion as I stare at them. This was posted this morning! I remember nothing of the sort with being with Chris!

“Hunt, this is-” before I finish. My heart drops as he says, “true? I should have known you weren’t to be trusted.”

“Hunt please! I never slept with Chris! And I feel so guilt onto something I should be the victim of-”

“Victim? Hah! Don’t make me laugh Darlyn. I knew you were more than just a slut.”

I let out a wince as I feel a stab to the chest. Almost blocking my breath. Near to tears I say, “You really think that? Thomas, I gave my innocence to you. I-”

“How am I sure I was even your first?” He asks in furry. I let out a cry as his words hurt me more than any knife would. That night he took everything from me. The only thing that I had control to keep. I thought that night meant everything to him, now it means nothing. Just something he thinks is a lie.

I let go of a cry, as I try my best to tell him these words, “I wouldn’t lie to you about that”-I can’t prevent from another sob-“And I’m not lying to you about this. Hunt, I don’t remember this.”

“Get out.” My heart completely shatters as he leans closer to me and opens the car door. I see we’re in campus. I look at him, my pain showing.

“Hunt, please-” he raises his hand and his nose flares in anger. His eyes harden, showing the scowl I used to know.

“Get out,” he repeats. I wipe my eyes and reach for my bag in the back seat. I look at him once more.

“Does almost two years of me loving you mean nothing?” I ask to him. Yes, we’ve been together for almost two years.

“Not anymore. I put down my gun. And I thought you did too. But I only noticed I made a mistake when you just shot me in the back.” He spits out, he doesn’t even spare me a glance.

“Get out,” he repeats once more. I let out a cry and get out. Seeing his car speed away. Making me almost lose my balance. My knees are about to give in. And all I could do is weep in pain. Everyone is pointing at me as the culprit. But I can’t help but feel victimized.

I noticed the paper that I have been clutching onto. It has a little bit of creases but I flatten it out a bit. Looking down at it, a tear falls on it. Thinning the paper. I continue to look at it. It’s beautiful for someone who doesn’t know that it’s attending to me. It’s a women, with beautiful features that have a pair of horns and black wings. She kisses an angel, who seems a lot like Thomas. Trailing her body, her hands are held with another. Not with Thomas. But with another angel, a lot like Chris. The background scenery is only in black and white, but it’s in the sky. It’s almost sad to think of the meaning. But my mind only thinks of it.

I’m a fool..

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Well, sad conflict that Mc finds herself. :) (Did it fast as requested, so sorry if there’s errors.)