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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. 

So to all of you new folks welcome… 

To find out more about school me and what’s it about please check the menu on my website….Alternatively you may email me on shanaazk47@gmail.com

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

All comments and suggestions are always accepted…

Enjoy the rest of your week and don’t forget to stay awesome

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Merry Christmas

This year has been a year of trials for many, but we have made it…… Merry Christmas to all of you guys who have supported me throughout the year and reading my work, sending me emails.
The continuous support you people have shown me has made my year a well written script of infinite glory. 
I am grateful to have you guys… Merry Christmas again and god bless you all🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌

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School me p3 (page 7)

Sebastian 
It is twenty minutes later when Kent makes an appearance at the cabin, I arrived five minutes before. Enough time to pour myself a glass of Hennessey and get a hang of myself before I do something I regret. 

Kent walks in the front door just as I turn taking a sip of my drink, the warmth of the Hennessey burns my throat in a much needed way. 

He’s wearing a ripped jeans that have seen better days and a white tee full of purple and pink paint. 

“Do I even want to ask?” I say as a way of greeting. 

He smiles a tight full length smile, “Nope, not at all, and even if you ask I ain’t saying shit.”

That statement makes me grin, “How’s the twins.” After the death of his father, and stepmother Kent wasn’t only left as the heir to his father’s empire but also the guardian of his father’s wife’s eight year old twins, Nolan and Niya. 

He groans, “It isn’t the twin you should be concerned about, Marrissa is killing me, she made me paint Niya’s room, I told her I will just get somebody but that chick is like a python when it comes to Niya.”
I arch my brow, “And that is a bad thing how? You wanted someone who could protect them and responsible enough to raise them, why are you complaining? I’m paying for her so she stays.”
He huffs, not saying anything further on the topic, “Pour me one of those please.” 
“Pour it yourself.” I go take a seat on the loan leather sofa near the door while Kent walks toward the crystal bottle of brown fire.

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School me p3 (page 6)

Sabastian

We sitting downstairs on the deck, the outside breakfast table set with a variety of cheese, 

fruit , nuts, and cold meat. 

I’m sipping on my ice tea, whilst my father reads the paper. 

The Suns rays shinning directly on the swimming pool when my phone chimes. 

I admit that my first thought is Dainy but that hope quickly dies a humiliating death, she 

won’t be dialling out as she is with Kylie and one of the things I asked Kylie to do was keep 

my vixen busy these next two days .

“Delroy.” I say, answering the blocked number.

“Stop digging or you and your little bitch will be wearing orange suits pretty fucking soon.” 

The call is cut, and the male raspy voice rings in my ear. 

I remain cool and collective even though I am completely pissed off. My father remains 

reading and I push my chair back in a polite manner. 

“Not finishing your tea? Did Sheila make it too sweet ?” My father asks not dropping the 

paper from his face.

“Tea was lovely as always, I’ve got some business needing my attention, I will see you tonight dad.” 

I button up my suit jacket and walk around the house. 

My mind, body, even my blood is wanting to run and track this fucker down, 

then destroy him. 

Nobody threatens my Vixen and gets away with it. 

As I round the corner phone still in my hand I speed dial Kent. 

“If it can’t wait until next week don’t let me know. I’m stacked,” He says in greeting

Normally I find his dry sarcasm slightly amusing, today somebody I don’t now got a hold of my number. 

Today some strange man threatened Dainy

Today I think I just might have found out who killed Gina

“Meet me at the cabin, someone just threatened Dainy.” I put the phone down but not before I hear his muttered fuck. 

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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. 

So to all of you new folks welcome… 

To find out more about school me and what’s it about please check the menu on my website….Alternatively you may email me on shanaazk47@gmail.com

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

All comments and suggestions are always accepted…

Enjoy the rest of your week and don’t forget to stay awesome

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School me p3 (page 4)

Sabastian

Many men have fallen in the face of grace, many women wallowing under the scrutiny of pride. For me it was not grace that caused my fall, it was the hero complex. 

The masculine curse to do the right thing. Self sacrifice as some call it. A laugh bubbles up in my mind at how stupid it sounds. With it a deep fire of hatred burning me from the inside, reminding me.

I left Liston Hills , I left Dainy and all my friends behind for one thing, one reason. I was protecting them. I was protecting her most of all. 

Now look at me, I have lost more than I bargained. My Vixen is still out of reach, hurting me, pushing the blade deeper until I have nothing left but hatred, yet I still protect her.

These past few weeks I have taken more females to my bed than I had in the past year. I look at myself in the mirror wondering if I am the beginnings of a monster. 

I am capable of murder, I am capable of hatred and revenge. And everyday, a longer wait for my Vixen is everyday my heart freezes , closes. 

I stare out the window of the third floor of The Delroy Mansion watching Dainy jump into the Jet, but my eyes don’t pause on her as they normally do. My eyes go to the jaded one, that was once like me, Kylie Bray. 

She once loved, not long ago and now look at her. She smiles when she feels the need to, does as she has to, but behind it all she is as hard as a steel volt. 

I saw Kylie a few weeks back, with Dainy, Jace and Dexter. I barely recognized the Bray heiress. 

Her eyes that once flickered with youth, love, passion and a drive for life ,were dim, dying a painful excruciating death. 

I saw Kylie again this morning when she landed upon my request to get Dainy away from here for the weekend. She didn’t give me any of her false pretences she kept for some people. She let me see the death in her eyes, the monster she was slowly becoming. 

I wasn’t surprised, because my father and many of our fathers have that same look. We are born in money , but we are cursed in love. People like us aren’t happy. We are too greedy

Lies, become more lies, murder becomes a natural part of life and the secrets, the secrets pile up. They eat away at our soul. Until we are nothing but a shell of hard shield.

Honed to keep moving, driven to succeed. And no matter who, or what stands in our way we are taught that there is no other way but to remove the obstacles

So to all of you new folks welcome… 

To find out more about school me and what’s it about please check the menu on my website….Alternatively you may email me on shanaazk47@gmail.com

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

All comments and suggestions are always accepted…

Enjoy the rest of your week and don’t forget to stay awesome



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School me p3 (page 3)

Dainy

“Times a wastin’ Crazy Dainy, we needa stop in New York for a few, Diamond sounded like she was on the brink of another one of those impromptu meltdowns. I don’t wanna miss the show Sugar.” Kylie drawls those words like a true Texan

Not one of those fashion Icon Barbie’s you get these days with their fake white smiles and the quarter inch of make up plastered to their faces. 

She always has this genuine ‘I am me, not you,’ attitude to her , and what she’s about.

That is the thing that always holds Kylie to high standards, well besides the fact that she is a billionaire’s daughter and basically known as Southern royalty

Kylie is just real, no falsetto vibes to those she holds close. 

To others, well let’s just say Kylie is known for that Southern Charm.

Kylie turns around walking straight to her car as I get my suitcase.

It is twenty minutes later that we arrive at The Estate. 

I hop out of the black Jaguar, and follow Kylie to the back of The Stones mini palace and straight to the black jet that is already waiting. 

“Mind yourself , Tanner can be a bit hasty on those engines.” Kylie yells so loud that the man Tanner hears every word. 

From the matte black outer shell, to the weirdly shaped wings, the slim line Jet stands out like an otherworldly space ship under the Southern Sun. 

I have never seen Stones international’s jet up close. 

I’ve been in the helicopter and their planes a few times but never this Jet.

This is Michael Stones private jet, and my nerves shoot to the skyline the closer we get. 

The little I do know about Michael Stone I am aware that he doesn’t just loan his Jet. 

But from what I know about Kylie and him is that they are very close so I’m not surprised that out of all his family, he will let her use it.

So to all of you new folks welcome… 

To find out more about school me and what’s it about please check the menu on my website….Alternatively you may email me on shanaazk47@gmail.com

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

All comments and suggestions are always accepted…

Enjoy the rest of your week and don’t forget to stay awesome

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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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School me p3 (page 1)

Dainy

It’s been two weeks since my dad became the prime suspect in the Gina Lorne’s case. One week  since I’ve seen Sabastian. 

We spent the day together after my dad made bail. I enjoyed it as one would pleasurable chaos.

We laughed, 

we fought, 

sharing glances of heated history, 

while quietening with still very open wounds and it all felt natural. 

But I didn’t forget, I didn’t drop my shields I had built around myself , 

a protection against my curse, a protection against Sebastian Delroy and his binding touch. 

Sabastian dropped me at home that same day, and it was three days after that when I saw him again. 

It was the day him, Jace Stone and my brother finally moved into the monstrosity across the road from my house. 

As a good sister and friend I offered to help unpack. We didn’t finish until late the next morning. It was four days after that when the schools communications app sent out messages of the house party Jace was throwing. 

Jace was Reagan’s cousin so I wasn’t surprised my boyfriend insisted we go and it was definitely a party to remember. 

Sabastian spent that night hounded by beautiful women and eventually left to his room with Ashley Herne. I can’t say I was okay with that but I didn’t really get a choice in the matter. 

To Sabastian, I was the biggest fraud, I was sleeping with his friend. Recently I wasn’t sure how much of friends Reagan and Sabastian actually were. 

Watching him go to his room with Ashley ripped my heart but also angered me, stealing something away from me, knowing that he was upstairs touching another girl. 

It took everything in me to not run upstairs and disrupt them. However, it was a firm reminder that Sabastian wasn’t mine.

As for Reagan and I? There is a common phrase , hurt me with the truth, never comfort me with a lie. It seems to be a constant reminder of failures in my relationship with Reagan. 

Every morning I look at him , every morning I smile a lie of deceitful intent. I used to crave just having his hands on me, but even that too has become tainted. 

Comments and suggestions can be posted on the blog or emailed to shanRk@zoho.com or shanaazk47@gmail.com ….I am really excited about been back and so are Liston Hills Elite… This season is gong to be better and hotter than ever. 

School Me: It’s time Dainy Hallow started paying attention (Liston Hills Book 1)“>School me part 1

School me: part two: I had a plan, nobody told me he HAD one too (Liston Hills Book 2)“>School me part 2

     

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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.