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School me p3 (page 17)

Lizzy


Dexter slips the girl off his shoulder and she instantly runs to the freezer on the other end of the kitchen and pulls out a tub of ice cream.

“My stepmother had the place redone before she passed on.” He slams the tub of ice-cream on the counter and I can’t help the flinch at hearing his sneer when he talks about his stepmother. 
“How many sisters do you have?” I ask him as a way of changing this direction of conversation
“One, she is a twin, her name is Niya and her twin my brother Nolan, they are in Liston Prep Academy. This little one is my aunts daughter. So what brings Reagan’s cousin to my front door? Plan on stealing some art?” His green eyes twinkle as he opens the tub of chocolate ice cream and I squirm at the look he gives me. 
“No, Mason said you might be able to help me find my dads killer.” He stops what he is doing as his small sister runs back to him, “Decky, give me ice cream.” 
He holds my gaze for a few seconds before he drops his head down to face the small little girl , “Ah, but I didn’t hear any magical words Casandra?” 
“Pleeeease Decky?” 
He rolls his eyes as he bends down and opens a cupboard pulling out three bowls , “Go wash your hands, your mother should be around any minute now.” 
“Mason said you might be able to help me find my dads killer?” He slides the ice cream spoon perfectly along the surface of the ice cream, resembling a perfect circle. 
“And how am I suppose to do that exactly?” He has a big grin on his face and I am not sure if it is from hearing Mason Brays name or the fact that I am here for his help?
“I have no idea, kind of why I’m here.”  
He laughs and I hate to admit it, but my stomach flutters as my cheeks heat up when I blush. Dexter  is strikingly attractive, his face is sharp ,like cut glass with high cheek bones and firm full lips, but when he laughs it transforms his sexy persona to a boy next door look.
“Okay, come over tonight after eight bring what ever you got and we can take it from there.”

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School me p3 (page 16)

Lizzy
“Yes, I would shake your hand but as you can see.” He tilts his head referring to his look alike that has her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. 

“Is she your sister?” It’s the dumbest question I could ask. Come on, they are practically identical, same green eyes, same blond hair, same complexion even their face is shaped a like except hers is much younger. But point made, dumb question. He doesn’t answer me, he does however take a step away from the door to allow me to step inside. 
When I do, it is like I am taken back to the 1600’s. I feel like I am under dressed with my ripped jeans and David Harley sweat shirt I am wearing. Not to mention my old sneakers that has well passed seen its expiration date. I can’t throw them out, I should but my dad got it for me two years ago. And if he was alive I would’ve tossed them out but now he so not alive. 
“Would you like something to drink? Or better yet let’s just go sit in the kitchen.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond as he walks effortlessly with the giggling little girl still attached to him down a long and wide wooden floored passage way. I rush behind him, my sling leather bag hitting my thigh as I do so. We round another corner going down a long corridor before we make a right and pass down the photo room filled with probably thousands of photos framed on the wall. We take a few steps down then turn left. 
“This place is like me a maze.” The awe in my voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Dexter who chuckles and takes another right in front of me.
“It’s fun, Decky needs exercise. “ She giggles after she’s done talking and I don’t stop the big goofy grin on my face from making an appearance as we finally make it to the kitchen which is something from the movies, dark oak doors, silver fridges, dark oak counters with a tinge of white here and there, “Wow, this place is nice.” 
Dexter slip his sister off his shoulder and she instantly runs to the freezer on the other end of the kitchen and pulls out a tub of ice cream.

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School me p3 (page 14)

Reagan


Listen , speak , learn, that is what I have done today. I listened to my stupid coach screaming in my ear as I did !y drills. I spoke when I needed to and I learned, I learned that I was actually sick and fucking tired of this asshole. He has had my ass since last week. Not sure what is up the guys ally. But when I got home today, I decided fuck it. It is Saturday evening. I should be out and today it is exactly what I am doing
The Delroys are hosting a dinner party tonight, and my dad was in no way going to make it with the important deal he has going on in Toronto tonight, so it ended up on me. 
I step in front of the long length cupboard mirror. My bow tie hanging loosely around my shirt collar. Buttoning up my shirt I look at the scratches Dainy left Thursday evening. It never ceases to amaze me how wild and crazy she gets sometime. 
In fact the other day she left me speechless when she walked into my bedroom with nothing but a red tiny piece of material covering her snatch. Her hair was curled to the side, and she had this deep red lipstick painting her lips. 
Just thinking about now has me going hard. And there is nothing I can do about it right now, as my girlfriend decided to spend her time with Kylie. Which is weird because from my knowledge Kylie hasn’t been taking visitors. 
But what do I know. Recently things with Rainy is going great. I never looked at myself as a one woman man until I ended up in Dainy’s bed. 
Then I was thinking how I messed up, but now as I tie my bow and grab my black tux jacket , I can honestly say thank fuck I did go steady with Dainy, if I didn’t I am sure Sabastian would have her all wrapped up in him by now. 
I see the way he looks at my girl, I haven’t said a thing about yet. So far he hasn’t made any plays and I can’t fault the guy for wanting her back, I mean look at her. But Dainy is mine and I am glad she isn’t coming with me tonight. Tonight is the time Sebastian Delroy and I settle somethings.

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He was a made man and I was his muse

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School me p3 (page 9)

Sabastian

He finishes off his warm whiskey, “Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining. Hell, cut me in, not like I have a choice but if the choice was there. Pick me, It’s just that this shit is going to bite us in the ass and I’m going to be the one cleaning this fucking mess up.”
“True, but there is no way we can tell Dainy the truth, right now she is already living with a weight on her shoulder.” I say 
“We are living with problems Sabastian, between you and mine that is enough to give a normal man a stroke.”

 
“Yes, but we not normal, we are born from lies, I myself have spun my own web, it’s already strengthened with the amount I have told.” I say this as my eyes go to my fingers on the armrest staring at the my family Crest, my namesake, the Delroy ring.
“We are destined to be like the men before us, aren’t we.” Dexter’s statement sounds like he is talking about prison time. And maybe the Guy’s father just worked for my dad but Kent and I are friends. We grew up together. Not meaning that I would be calling him my best mate but the guy certainly has the potential.
“Destined? No, I think the word is expected. Can’t leave the world to be run by arrogant asses who don’t know the difference between borrow and lend. Plus you gonna love looking for those shit pieces my dad collects. Trust me.” 

 

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School me p3 (page 5)

Sabastian 

“Didn’t know you were up here.” 

My father’s voice drives the imminent silence in the room, taking my attention away from the two women as I turn to face him. 

I slip my hands in my pants pocket mirroring his pose. 

“Thought I would stay the weekend, since the event is tonight.” I say

“Yes, I would’ve thought you’d invite Dainy.” 

I smile at my fathers attempt to snoop, “Not yet, I never liked catfishing.”

He laughs, “It has its disadvantages, but still the best way to catch a big fish.”

Shaking my head my smile widens as I move a few steps closer to my father who is standing by the oak stained door.

“I’ll keep that in mind old man.”

He closes the gap between us. 

My father is at least four inches taller in height. 

He puts his hand on my shoulder, making sure he has my full attention. 

Which he always does.

“I’m proud of you son, you did what you had to, you protected her. That is a man Sabastian. Us Delroys, we only love once, she will come back.” 

He looks pass me when he says that , his mind going somewhere in the past. 

It isn’t the first time I wonder about his special woman. 

My grandfather once told me that my father was in love with his best friend, until she fell in love with someone else, a man from the other side of the tracks. 

I never did know who it was that ripped my father’s heart.   

He seems to catch his brain somewhere. 

Dropping his hand from my shoulder, shoving it into his pocket, he smiles tightly. 

His shadows and secrets there for me to see, but my father is such an accomplished man that even I wouldn’t dare cross him, or question him.

“Let’s go have lunch son.” The sound of the Jet sounds the air as he finishes that sentence, and It takes everything in me not to turn  around. 

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School me will be posted Tuesdays to Fridays. Where as the past two seasons were posted from Mondays to Thursdays. 

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School me p3 (page 2)

Dainy



I don’t hate lying and as many would convince themselves they do I would not, because lying will eventually be the strongest tool I have once Reagan finds out about my involvement with his dead mother. 
I do however despise the idea of doing it to protect myself against my own boyfriend. The same boyfriend that brings me cherries every morning. The guy that whispers delicious sensual promises in my ear at night.
There are mornings when I wake up and ask myself will today be the day that Reagan finds out the truth. I’m not going to make it easy for him if he does.

Reagan can’t just leave me.

I have wanted Reagan Orniel since I started liking boys, I loved the guy. He was my neighbor, my friend and now finally he is my lover
It isn’t the first time I think that, does my heart and mind go to war. 

My heart always beats faster, harder when Sabastian is  around, or he crosses my mind. 

But my mind , my mind warns me of his hurt, of the pain and power he wielded over me.

My mind cautions me of the moment he destroyed me without even a shred of guilt, he didn’t even have to face me, touch me.

“Dainy, Get your ass down here now, we gotta move bitch” That Southern belle voice perks me up, and brings my mood to a high

I was just sitting on my bed and staring at the blank, blackened screen of my phone. 

My denim shorts pulled up to the top of my thighs. My white vest blocked by the fan of my open blonde hair. 

Upon hearing that voice I am off my bed and rushing out the door in less than a minute

My feet take the stairs two at a time and right there by the end of the staircase dressed in tight hip hugging black denims , boots, and a body every woman envies and every man dreams about is Kylie fucking Bray

We hug each other, and it isn’t new to me that my face goes right to breasts.

“Are we living or dying? You said eleven its nine.” I take a step away from her embrace giving her eyes my own.

Since the night Reagan went missing Kylie and I have become closer friends. At first I found it weird she was calling me up, I mean she is a Bray, and it’s Kylie , 

She is a legend what would she want with me.

But I soon learnt that she just wanted to be friends. This weekend would be the first one I spend at her place in Washington, it is why she’s currently standing in my house and my bags are packed by the door. 

Comments and Ideas can be sent to shanRk@zoho.com or shanaazk47@gmail.com and of course posted on the blog or my web page. Tomorrow I will be posting some teasers for Kylie Bray as well as School Me 

For those of you who haven’t read the first two seasons of School me, the links are below

School me part 1

School me part 2

Recommended songs for this week- reputation“>Taylor Swift 

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The Story of Us

I wrote this one years before I even learnt the difference between being and been. Last week I had the privilege to speak to some amazing people. It was sort of those don’t ask don’t tell things, and it got me thinking about a lot of changes that has happened recently in my life. And I wanted to share something with you all, something close to my heart… You guys may share this, use it, its called ….

The Story of US

There are many stories to the day we met, but only one thing stays the same.

That Friday when I swopped my shorts and boots for a pants and heels the sun wasn’t shining on me.

I was just a little mite moving from aimless wanderer to director, learning that a mite did have a purpose

how big? I couldn’t yet see that far.

I was still dreaming about stars and fairies, 

the winds harshness not yet painting me to its dark corners. 

We met at a time when the sun wasnt shining on me, 

then we blew up, 

We flew up so high I  was barely breathing.

My eyes masked by the pureness of nothing

My lips before your lips an eve of glory

And for that short while, 

Even while I barely breathed

While the sun refused to grace me with its golden glow I remained firm

Then,

You left me

When you were gone I learned to be stronger, 

I learned that I didn’t need the sun when I had myself. 

So I reaped the rewards of the darkness and soared in the shadows,

Then you came back,

Weak, needy, begging me to help you fly, 

It was in your eyes,

In your hunched back, 

Your old wrinkled frown 

and I did.

I crawled while holding your feet on my back, 

So you could learn to fly again, 

it wasn’t long ’till you opened those wings and lifted into the light, 

it wasn’t long until you soared, 

But you were so heavy

your weight hurt me, 

crippled me 

And again you forgot I was even there, 

You forgot I was still crawling

Barely breathing

There is a lot of memories I will cherish, 

A lot of roads  I will learn to walk on ,

Before I am able to look straight up, my head bent,

Without it falling,

Looking up into the sky until I squint and the sun blinds me that I just have one more thing to do and that’s laugh. 

Until then I will know in my heart, I was strong enough for the two of us, so just like my old country boots that has seen more soles than my years on this earth I will stand tall again because I am and will always be country strong.

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Kylie Bray News

To all of you guys who have long awaited Kylie’s story the first chapter will be released this week globally of course😏. 

This story isn’t your average read. If you guys thought Beggar was dark then Kylie is ten times darker. 

But for now a little teaser from Kylie Bray 

In order to understand the reason why I made the choices I have. When I became the person I am today, you would have to understand why. I need to start from the very beginning. But before I do, I need you to understand that this is not a sappy happy romance, this is my life, this is the story of where happy endings come from. This is the path I led. So while many people would always start and end with their true love, I would start with my first. Because isn’t a first love the most life altering one. 

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Accepting you

To all of you… 
Its been a while since I wrote. I could give you a bunch of reasons but like always I opt for the truth. I have went through some stuff, still going, looking for that pavement I will choose to rest on.

Thing is I had this heaviness wrapping my soul. I had no words, my emotions were misted, I needed to live a little , to find my place out of my mind. So I let go. I stepped out of my bubble for a bit. These weeks I laughed harder, I cried more but still I couldn’t write. There was something holding me back. I kept pushing it, saying Im going to write and I did but it wasn’t my words so I deleted it. 

Today I sat alone by myself and I closed my eyes and for the first time since my reality rushed in on me, I thought. When I started I couldn’t stop and it had me asking myself a mundane question. Do I accept me? 

I have crossed paths with many people. I have travelled the world, seen poverty at its worst. Riches of the highest levels. But none of that answers the question. 

So I searched harder, I thought of my life. I thought of my choices. I remembered moments that I had long forgotten. Times as a kid when I didn’t care why the sky was blue or adults kept checking the time. I remembered thinking I was an alien passing by on this earth. Which we are. We are all passing by. From the day we came into this world our death, our end was inevitable. No man was born to live forever. 

I spent five hours just thinking. No music, no TV, nothing. I thought about my life searching for an answer to my question. 

We have all done things we aren’t proud of, sinner’s in our own right. Maybe those sins werent always freely dooming. Some of us surround ourselves with the regret of it all, whether by choice or not, whilst other’s choose to see the lessons learned. 

There are even some who smile and choose to just leave the past in the past and move on. But my question today is Do you accept yourself? 

Do you accept that you aren’t perfect but the perfect whole of yourself? Or you will never learn your lesson and repeat past mistakes? Do you accept that you will never be good at something even though you put a hundred hours into doing it? Or you good at something and never even practiced? Do you accept you? For all your faults, for all your talents? Do you accept you?

Some of you would jump and say yes. Others will say no. Thing is we can’t accept ourselves without knowing who we are accepting.

You are an individual. You look at things from a different perspective. You have your own thoughts, your own opinions. 

I myself haven’t really accepted ME before now. I was so used of taking what I got and been grateful that I had something that I lost myself along the way. 

But no more, today as I write to you I will say I accept myself. I accept my faults, I accept my talents. I accept that my happiness is in my hands, my choices are my own. Nobody has the power to take that from me but my own self. 

To do that I had to dig deep. I had to live, love, lose it all. I had to realise that we are all different. 

I want you to look within yourself , I want you to ask yourself do you accept you. 

Send me your emails, I’m listening as always.