Another chance

"Sometimes life gives us a second chance, or even two! Not always, but sometimes. It's what you do with those second chances that count."

-Dave Wilson.

"If somebody is gracious enough to give me a second chance, I won't need a third."

-Pete Rose.

"When you hold resentment towards another, you are bound to that person or conditioned by an emotional link that is stronger than steel. Forgiveness is the only way to dissolve that link and be set free."

-Catherine Ponder.

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So, the song suggestion for this chapter is "Break my heart" and "kiss and make up" by Dua Lipa. Yeah yeah, I know this is her second song I'm suggesting. But I'm kinda into her songs now. But you all can suggest your song in the comment section or you can comment an inline comment for this paragraph. Either way, just do what suits you.

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♥Anna's POV♥

"I don't mind punching your structureless face over and over again," I threatened, balling my fists in anger and looking up to him in my bedroom trying to scare the shit out of him but unfortunately, he didn't bulge nor move a muscle. Instead, he towered over me and stared into my black orbs studying my facial structure.

"I love you," He muttered in that rusty bad-boy baritone and he snaked his hand down my waist and pulled me closer for a long kiss.

Confusing right? It all started this way.

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Time flowed like a running tap water. I picked my cell phone to check the time. A minute had passed since I last checked an hour ago, or so it seemed. Sitting tiredly on my bed with nothing fascinating to stare at and nursing a broken heart is excruciatingly dull.

Life after graduation sucks. After our graduation and my parents' performance and all. I have been stuck at home doing nothing and completely nothing repeatedly.

Gradually boredom began seeping it way into my life. Jess had gone on a vacation to Hawaii. The guys too are not in town either leaving me to my completely boring self.

I concentrated more on sporting activities and exercises doing it excessively to forget my heartbreaks, boring life, and all.

Every now and then, Dad and mom went for dates in every part of the world. They go in the morning with their private jet to whatever part of the world that interests them and return in the evening. And when they returned, they returned smiling brightly and happily, making crazy jokes as they hung on each other's shoulders cracking jokes. And don't let me get started on their dirty secrets they openly talk about when they think I'm not home because that will be needing "PG." {Parental guidance}

It's currently a beautiful Saturday morning and mom has started making one of her concoctions all in the name of food. Dad tried to sneak out of the house as he tiptoed quietly out of the house. But a butler carrying stainless utensils from the kitchen clashed with dad retreating figure, causing a dramatic fall and creating a hullabaloo of a mess as the utensils clang noisily on the floor dragging mom's attention.

"Honey, where are you going to this fine morning? I'm currently making breakfast for my beautiful family and we are all going to eat together, happily as one family. And believe me when I say my cooking has improved," Mom said in less than three seconds as if she had a piece of hot yam in her mouth, trying so hard to convince dad.

"Not bad, not bad," Dad stated defeatedly, shrugging his shoulders as mom led him into the kitchen to have his death fast. Yeah, you heard me right. Death fast instead of breakfast would have been the perfect adjective since dad's face looked low-spirited like he was about to cry. Yet he tried to smile, replying to her every talks and question.

The doorbell rang and a maid went to get it.

"Look who is here darling, its Ralph the superhero," Mom praised as she pulled him for a hug while he pecked her cheek.

"Thank you, Mrs Gray, you look beautiful today," Ralph commented, he gave her a warm smile and rubbed his hands together. He definitely looks nervous.

"No commenting on my wife boy, only myself have the right to do so," Dad warned as he came out to kiss his wife's cheek while mom chuckled. I facepalmed myself. Ralph must be feeling really embarrassed.

"As beautiful as she is, I think she is off-limit to myself," Ralph winked at mom and a blush stained her cheek.

"Why, you are so sweet, boy?" Mom smiled and leaned on her dad's huge arms.

"Welcome son, you wanna check up on my girl? go upstairs to her room. I believe you know the way." Dad nudged his head towards the spiral staircase that led to my room.

I sat with my legs folded under my weight and eyes closed on my bed. My heart hammered like it was about to jump out of my chest with each footstep he took. Each footstep he took brought back each atom of anger stored inside of me.

That devil! I got down from my bed and began to pace around the length of my room. My steps competed with my racing heart. I don't want to talk to him, I don't want to see him. What right does he have to majestically walk into my house with his cloak of ego fully on?

I trusted him, I fell for him, he was my first kiss, my first boyfriend, we went on dates together and everything was just so real. It felt so real to be untrue. Each time he stared into my eyes, each time we went out together, each moment we shared couldn't be because of a freaking game.

I felt the electric sparks between us. He was always so gentle, loving, doting, playful and friendly. Could all of those past actions just be an act? I vividly remember our outing to karaoke and how he told me I should be an actress whereas he was the real actor. The guts he had to brag about it with his friends annoyed me more. I was simply a pawn in his chessboard. I was played and left defenceless since I let my walls totally down.

Why is love so hard for me to find? People either want me for my money or body. Why can't someone truly love me for who I am? Just when I thought I found the right person he proved to be the total opposite. A cunning jerk. Bastard!

At this point, I would say I'm not angry. I just feel empty and void inside of me. It's more or less like sadness instead of anger. I have exhausted all my energy for anger. I walked towards my bed again and plopped on it. I picked up a random novel by Stephanie Meyer, the twilight series and tried to cover my face with it.

A knock interrupted my train of thoughts making me realize that Ralph is at my doorstep. I made no noise nor no move to get the door. Instead, I kept breathing in and out slowly as I prayed that he should turn around and leave when he gets no response.

So he kept knocking and I kept ignoring it.

He knocked again this time a bit louder and guess what? I still ignored it.

"Anna, I know you are in there so please open up." He pleaded. I heard a plastic bag ruffle outside and got a bit curious.

"Fine, I guess I will just come in anyway since you are not willing to open up," He forwarned and finally opened the door.

I could hear his footsteps in my room and his cologne hitting me right in the nostrils.

He wolf-whistled, "my baby girl looks hot as fuck!"

"Do me a favour and stay the hell away from my life."

"I wish it was that easy, but you are my addiction." He said in a sing-song voice and twirled around my room in Michael Jackson's style.

"Fuck off! Your presence makes my room smell like garbage."

"Wow, feisty baby doll, you should take it easy. After all, we both know you enjoy the smell of my garbage dump body, huh?" He smirked.

"I hate you!"

"I love you."

"Leave my room and go disturb another bitch."

"Another? Is there a first bitch?" He folded his arms to his chest and stared at me seductively.

"Argh!" I threw the novel at him but he weaved it and the novel ended up smashing a vase.

"OMG! Is everything okay there?" Mom's voice shrieked from downstairs.

"Totally fine, nothing to worry about," I said with clenched teeth.

"Now back to you, arrogant motherfucker, what do you want?" I glared at him. The sun reflected on his silhouette, giving him a glowing skin tone. His tousled brown hair, looked shorter, cuter and made him look hotter. He has on a black leather jacket, black jeans, and a black sunshade hanging limply on his chest.

"Baby doll, I know I offended you and nothing will justify my actions but can please forgive me?" He stepped closer to me and tried to touch my hands.

"Don't you ever," I stood up with my nostrils flared at him. "Ever, touch me again." I pointed an accusing finger at him and hissed.

"You know we can't keep on avoiding us. I need you, the same way you need me."

I scoffed, clapped my hands, and hissed. "Now that is the most dumbest shit I have ever heard."

His eyes widened in shock and he stared at me like I was some alien or something. "Yeah, you heard me right." I cocked a brow and finally muttered, "I don't need an ass in my life."

"Why? You don't want to be a thick barbie like Nicki or Cardi? You definitely need some ass, babe." He smirked and tucked some strands of hair behind my ear.

"Ha-ha, very funny." I bit back a sarcastic laugh and continued fuming.

"I have come here to seek your forgiveness and to explain the whole shit to you, so please, give me a chance to spill things." He licked his lower lip and pouted.

My brain screamed 'hot!" And my mind hollered, 'snap out of it dumbo, he is trying to use you again.'

"Why are you so keen on my forgiveness when it was all a fat ass prank from the very beginning, asshole." My voice came out shaky, tears welled up in my eyes, ready to spring out.

"I know I'm an asshole, a douche, just name it all. I'm worth all the insults but I want you to know I'm sincerely sorry for hurting you but I'm not sorry for participating in the game. I'm not sorry for carrying on with my dare or task. It was a game I must win. A game I don't regret." His tone became lower as each word escaped his red plump lips.

Anger seeped from my blood system and spread out to my veins, muscles, flesh, bones, and even the air I breathe was charged. I gritted my teeth, balled my fists and slowly opened my eyes to stare at the monster in a new light.

I shot up from my bed like a raging vehicle, stormed towards him and punched his face very hard. I punched it with all anger and energy my body generated.

"Ouch," he screamed, massaging his broken nose. Okay maybe not totally broken but it must have hurt a lot.

"You mean if you had a chance to repeat this shit, you will do it over and over again?" I queried as my lips trembled out of excessive anger. My teeth shut tight as anger sealed the entrance.

"Yes, I will do it over and over again." He reiterated as I punched him again.

"What do you mean? Why would you do it again, is that how much you hate me?" I questioned as tears began streaming down my face soaking the stands of my black hair as they stuck to my face.

"I will do it again and again because it gave me the privilege to know you. It gave me the chance to be with you. It offered me the opportunity to make you happy. It gave me the freedom to find the perfect person for me." He became serious as he held my gaze without blinking.

"Interesting." I laughed bitterly. "Really, so tell me what is the next plan because I can bet my entire inheritance that this is the next dare you are working on Smith." I narrowed my eyes into slit as I cracked my knuckles, ready to deliver the final blow.

"I swear, this ain't no joke babes. This is real, fine it was all a game at first. A game to boost my reputation and prove I could get anything I set my mind on, but at the end, I got emotionally attached. I invested my emotions unknowingly. So, here I'm today totally smitten by your smartness, craziness, intelligence, character, beauty, and so many other qualities words can't describe." He raised his hands shakily and almost touched my jaw. He then looked me in the eyes and saw I wasn't going to react, he pulled my chin to stare at his orbs and discover the sincerity behind it all.

But unfortunately for him, I still have my walls up, up and high like tower Rapunzel was held, hostage. My walls are not only up but also fully guarded. I may have fallen at first but I can't fall twice a row. It is not possible.

"Why? Why are you saying all this, does a simple game means so much to you than my own emotions that you had to brag to your friends about it?" I scratched my air in frustration and began pacing the room.

"At first it was all about the game, I used to be a playboy." He started, looking downcasted as his eyes faced the floor at his ignoble acts.

"But now I'm moving on in life. I'm now grown up and will be going to college soon. I don't want all the girls Anna, I swear I wanna be with you. I found the one for me and want to spend the rest of my life with you." His steps echoed as he strode carefully towards me, he picked up my hands and squeezed them tightly.

I stared at him as my thoughts ran haywire. I was totally confused about what to do as my anger dissolved leaving room for my brain and heart to make a decision.

While my heart screamed 'yes' my brain screamed 'no' reminding me not to make the same mistake twice.

"I don't mind punching your structureless face over and over again," I threatened, balling my fists in anger and looking up to him in my bedroom trying to scare the shit out of him but unfortunately, he didn't bulge nor move a muscle. Instead, he towered over me and stared into my black orbs studying my facial structure.

"I love you," He muttered in that rusty bad-boy baritone and he snaked his hand down my waist and pulled me closer for a long kiss.

I don't know how long we kissed. Minutes? Seconds? Hours? But it was a long kiss. A hungry kiss where he tried to inculcate his words into the kiss. We both communicated with our long kiss. A kiss that signified how sorry he was and how he wanted to mend things so we could be together for as long as I will have him.

What if I wanted him forever? What if we were destined to be and this was just a test. A test that brought us together and examined how strong our feelings was. Are we going to break apart because of one conflict?

Love isn't a bed of roses. Okay, maybe love can be made a bed of roses when your partner decorates your bed with roses to make you happy as you celebrate your anniversary, weddings, birthdays, engagements and all.

But the truth is, every strong power couples out there fell out of place for one reason or the other at some point or many points in life. But the fact that you don't give up on each other and continue trying to make things work out depicts true love.

Mom and dad for example have fallen into several conflicts, where mom would lock herself up, crying her eyes out and starving herself to death. While dad on the other hand went out of the house for days. Sometimes it could be because dad cheated or do I reminisce on when mom tried to have a nightstand with her high school ex.

These are enough scandals to ruin a marriage but here they are waxing stronger and getting all lovey-dovey. Perhaps this was what mom meant by handling and settling the matter like an adult that I'm finally becoming.

This can't be a game any longer since we are done with high school and are no longer kids. We are now grown up adults moving to the next phase of our lives.

As passionate as the kiss was we unfortunately and fortunately needed air to live and breathe. So we were finally laying on my bed. Ralph's hand was tangled in my messy hair while I typed away on my phone.

"You know, I will marry you," He blurted out all of a sudden.

I laughed wholeheartedly at his fantasy. "And who told you I will say yes to you. You didn't even make a proposal." I added laughing again while his face twitched at my words. His hand stopped stroking my hair as he looked so serious.

"I was just informing you not asking for your permission," He smirked. Now was the time for him to laugh while I went rigid with shock.

"What do you mean by that, aren't you bothered about marrying a tomboy. Don't you want me to change or something?" I scrutinized and slightly stammered.

"Not really but on the contrary, there might be one thing I have always wanted to change about you." He nuzzled closer to me and tapped my nose. I feel tensed that he doesn't like me just the way I am.

"And what will that be?" I asked rudely, slightly frowning.

"There's only one thing I have dreamt of changing about you, and that your surname babes." He winked at me, smiling and showcasing his deep dimples while my eyes drowned in his warm chocolate brown coloured eyeballs.

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I smiled as laughter broke from my mouth and pulled him into another tight hug while he finally presented the new lovely skating board he got me as an apology gift and another Louis Vuitton pack.

"Wow, is this for me?" I smiled and stretched my hand to accept the gifts.

"Nope! They are all mine, I only need you to take a look." He whispered in my ear and made us both chuckle.

I opened the pack and saw a smaller black box with a ribbon on it. Already feeling curious and excited, I opened the box and brought out the beautiful necklace. It is a diamond 14 karat gold letter necklace. The letters were customized to form 'RANNA'

"Ranna? What does that mean?" I scrunched my brow.

"It is our ship name, a mixture of Ralph and Anna."

"Wow!" I gasped and slapped my hands to my mouth. "It is cute, how much did you get it?"

"That doesn't really matter you know?" He said.

"I insist," I interjected. "Ralph," I added.

"Fine, I bought it for ten thousand dollars and customized it with two thousand dollars. You can do the arithmetic."

"Wow, thanks, Ralph." I sniffled and hugged him tightly, then I began placing wet kisses on his forehead, nose, cheeks, jaw, neck, and finally his lips.

"Turn around let me wear it for you." He collected the necklace from me and hung it delicately on my neck. The sharp gold feature blended in with my skin like it was meant to be.

"Do you like the skateboard? I could get you another if you do-"

"Shh!" I silenced him with my hand and gave him a seductive look. "I love everything, including your garbage smell, Mr big fat ego."

"Wow! Everywhere feels so hot right now, I think the source is you." He fanned himself and began tickling me.

"Thanks, thanks for forgiving me," He muttered while kissing my chest and kneading my body while I moaned in response.

"Do you think they are busy making babies?" Dad asked behind my door as mom shushed him to be quiet and not to blow their cover.