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School me p3 (page 16)

The third season of School Me

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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School me p3 (page 10)

Sabastian


“Yeah, somehow I don’t see that happening. So back to Dainy, what do you need me to do man?”


“Find out who is this guy, he’s definitely one of Gina’s people. She probably double crossed the man, he retaliated, now we on to him so now he’s running scared ,making idle threats. But idle or not I need eyes on Dainy for a while, can’t ask Kevin, heard the club is out for Beggar, was thinking about one of the local bikers? Diamonds people, think you can sort it out? Send me the bill, I wanna pay this one under the table.” 

I get up at this point, I have a meeting to attend before I make my way to the evening function


“Don’t worry about it.” He says putting his emptied glass on the small oval table not too far from where he is standing. I nod in acknowledgment and that is that. 


I stand here with my hands in my pocket, in the middle of this empty cabin and watch Kent leave. 

All this while my mind firmly on Dainy. My little Vixen. 


Tonight would have been the ideal night to take her back, maybe play a bit with her. But circumstances prevent it from happening. 

When my father mentioned the party he also mentioned an old flame I met in Prague. 

The girl was wild, and crazy but a huge investor in one of our charities. Sometimes even billionaires had to play nice. 

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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. 

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School me p2 (page 4)

Sabastian 

Have you ever seen beauty? You probably have, but have you really got to see it, taste it, live with it. Truth is, not many can answer that because you don’t really know true beauty. Most people will never know it, many will never experience it, because there is no true beauty with out true love. The gut wrenching, earth quaking, soul binding kinda love. In order to really understand the beauty of anything you have to be infected by that heady inexplicable disease that wraps around you, infecting you bit by bit.

I have, her skin was the finest sculpture that God ever made, every slope, every nick and glide ENRAPTURED me. The light dust of freckles painting her nose, teasing her cheek bones CAPTIVATED me. She called them imperfections, I called them entrapment because I never could help myself as I traced my finger lightly from one dot to the other.

The shape of her face, the curved bone from her jaw to her chin was enough to keep me hypnotized but her eyes when she stared at me from across the room condemned me. If you were ever lucky enough to stare into her gaze you’d swear it’s black, but if you ever got close enough, you’ll realize it was the deepest gold you’ll ever see. So you see, my beauty was perfect, from the smell of her skin to her perfectly curved lips that weren’t too big or too small but full lips that didn’t tease you with seduction it guaranteed perfection.

Dainy Hallow was beauty until I crushed her by protecting her. Leaving Liston Hills wasn’t difficult, but leaving my little Vixen sent me to the darkest parts of my mind and for one year I ruled it as judge, jury and executioner. I was lost without and crushed when she warmed the bed of one of my closest friends even after she knew I was back, when she chose him over me.

Just this morning I was willing to wait, willing to let her date Reagan and take a step back, but Dainy called me to our secret place, and something in me snapped. My grandmother told me the day she caught Dainy and I kissing under the mistletoe that it’s not the one who holds her hand while she strolls in the light that will capture her heart, but the one she calls when there is no light left. She called me.

When I spot her scantly covered body in those tiny shorts at the front door of the cabin I am only a man, and she is my weakness. I can’t take my eyes off of her for a second, even when Aiden greets me, even as he jumps in his car and leaves I still can’t take my eyes off her.

“If I knew we were dressing casually I would’ve carried a tie.” Her face flushes a bright red at the mention of my tie and If she wasn’t the vision of my eyes at this moment I would have recalled every dirty thing I’ve done to her body with just a tie.