v-gal015

I fell in love the other day. No really. I did. We crossed paths while perusing the produce section at the grocery store. I eyed him by his spot near the apples. He was a cute fellow from what I could tell. Roughly my age. No girl by his side. That was good enough for me. Unexpectedly, he looked up, so I averted my gaze to the prepackaged salad bags I should’ve been buying, but wouldn’t buy, to avoid an awkward moment after being caught staring. It felt wrong checking out any and every guy I come in contact with. But how else am I supposed to find the one? I’m tired of waiting. I want my almost-too-good-to-be-true romanc

The full moon shone brightly from its position up the sky. Light scattered though the leaves not yet fallen and the bare branches of snow-sprinkled trees to cast dozens, hundreds, thousands of tiny shadows across the forest floor. It began to drizzle, the white flakes appearing to be almost glitter under the rays of the moon. It was certainly a beautiful setting. It could even be considered a romantic one if it weren’t for the fact that she was completely alone. Though there was supposed to be someone sitting beside her. And it only would've been romantic on her part. And he was almost half an hour late. “He wouldn’t ditch

“What are my rules?” A little red headed girl stood before a woman with hair the color of sand and identical green eyes. The child’s eyebrows were scrunched up in concentration at her mother’s question. She knew the rules well. Her mother recited them just minutes ago. “Is one of them don’t move the blanket, Mommy?” The woman nodded. “Yes. Very good. And?” “And … don’t leave the front yard?” “And my final rule?” “The final rule is … don’t talk to strangers?”   A smile quirked on both of their lips. “Exactly. Good girl

Is it all his fault? Over the past few months Isabella Vega has gotten quieter, if that’s even possible. To the trained eye, one could notice her smiles look forced more often than not. She doesn’t laugh as often as she used to, and when she does, it's forced. Her blue eyes don’t have the electric spark they once had. If Aleks invites her to hang out, half the time she comes up with an excuse to bow out. Those few occasions she does go out, it’s with a group of their friends. In those extremely rare cases when he gets her alone, a certain blond girl shows up. With his bag slung over his shoulder, Aleks saunters into

Evelyn sat on her bed with her head hanging over the edge, her ashen hair trialing down like a waterfall to the ground, and her eyes shut in concentration. Her face was scrunched up. “Nate, I can’t remember the next line to the poem my tutor taught me.” “So? What am I supposed to do about it?” “Can you grab the book for me?” The guard hesitated. “Um, which one?” “I don’t remember the title,” she sighed. “Didn’t you see it?” “No.” “Well, you’re no help,” the girl griped. “Look for it. Please. I think the cover was

It was New Year’s Eve. It was New Year’s Eve and Isabella Vega was at a crazy house party. It was New Year’s Eve, she was at a crazy house party because someone convinced her to come so she could, as he put it, ‘have some normal people fun’. It was New Year’s Eve, she was at a crazy house party because Aleks Vignali convinced her to go so she could have some fun, but she was most definitely not having any fun at all. In fact, she hated the situation she was in with a searing, burning passion. Izzy had planned on a nice, quiet evening spent in in her room sporting comfortable pajamas while passing the tim

It's the day before Christmas and the mall shoppers are crazy. They're all running about, trying to trample our poor Izzy. The girl's just finished off her long list of presents after hours of navigating the mad scene and now she's sitting on a bench. Only a moment. She just needs a moment to rest there then she can go home, wrap and bag everything then go to the party. But she should know better than that. Izzy always needs to be on her toes. "Izzy?" Aleks plops next to her, close enough that their legs are touching. "What are you doing here?" She sighs. "I'm at the mall on Christmas Eve; what else would I be doing here?" "Mm … sta

"And where do you think you're going?" Oh no, Izzy's been caught! Abort mission! Abort, abort, abort! Very slowly, she turns around to see Julian standing over her with a quirked brow. She clears her throat nervously and hugs her tablet closer to her chest. "H—hello, Professor." "Miss Vega, we've been through this," he says with a soft chuckle. "When we are not in a classroom setting, you don't have to refer to me as your professor. We're equals out here. Just Julian is fine." "And Izzy works wonders as well, Prof—I mean, Julian," she quickly catches. He holds up his hands. "Touché." "Now if you'd excuse me …" She turns on her heel to wa