LOVERS' LANE

The Davis

ace where the middle class of Glazen town resided. The entire street was quiet, the barking of a dog was the on

had drunk himself to stupor. What else was a man betrayed by the world

was the biggest and most populated school in Glazen town, and being the pres

and set a pace politically. And Jamie always had a thing for politics. It became his dream t

he same as dead to him for as long as he could remember. She wasn't part of his life. All

les and affection he always put to their faces. Unmasking his father wasn't difficult. It

d feelings towards his sister. Angry at his paren

ly, this was just a natural instinct a brother will have for his sister, but the new discovery led to a deeper feeling of love that was not just instincts. But ever

to do with emotions. He wanted to win him so bad, that

nce, amidst the tears. She could feel eyes on her as she left. The sudden silence told her so. She knew she had created a scene. The guys she met in the hallway before she got to Jayden's room h

she heard a large screech; then smoke filled the air. She thought she was knocked down and fell to the floor. She could hear a man scream from behi

the stairs till he got to the hallway. "Where do you think you're going?" "I'm looking for someone, Jules. See her?" "Jules, you mean Jayden's ex?

ombed to perfection and his teeth sparkling enough to highlight his other features: high cheekbones, a square mascu

e helped you, but Jayden Iver doesn't keep track of his trash after he's tossed them out." "Oouuhhhh..." his squad laughed at his jokes. Without thinking for a second, Peter rushed towards h

didn't know mentioned ex and Jayden said trash, gave him a hint about wha

rom her older brother, even though she expected it, and knew that she deserved it. She wasn't going to play

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I honestly do not deserve you" she paused and loosened her grip to look at her broth

ne." "What do you mean by that?" Jamie let out a sigh. "Okay you have brown hair; I have red hair. Both mum and dad have black hair." "So? It could be recessive genes." "Oh, really now, genetics?" He raised a brow. "Okay, ever wondered why Dad isn't keen on grooming either of us to take over his company? Or why mum never cared about our well-being to the extent of abandoning us as kids?" "Oh, please, Jamie, don't be dramatic. Dad hasn't groomed any of us because he believes in letting people make choices for themselves. He's not the one to impose a career on anyone." Jamie shook his head in disbelief. "About mum, I know there's no excuse for her, and that she had the power to make things work if she wanted to, but she was a surgeon. Like stand for hours, see patients all day long,

and it smelled of alcohol."Jamie please...." She started crying profusely, her hands in a begging gesture. "Why? Don't you love me too? Because I'm not Jayden. Comm'n, I'm prettier than that arrogant bastard." "Jamie, please, I know I've wronged you but