Nobela ni B Wynter

~ Jonathan’s POVI don’t look at her when I walk in. Not really.Okay, maybe I do, but it is just a glance. Just one second. Or maybe half, but it’s enough to make something sharp twist in my chest.She is looking at him, not me.Him.Of course she is.He’s standing there like he owns the room. Like he’s never been gone. Like people didn’t mourn his brother and whisper about where he went and why he never came back. Like he didn't disappear from the school because of that one incident. From the whole country, actually.And now he’s here. Taking up space that was never his to take.And Seraphina’s looking at him like she doesn’t know how to stop. Well, to be fair, he indeed did try to defend her. Defending Seraphina was never and has never been my job. It is quite the opposite, actually. I am her bully. I have done quite a number on her during the previous terms in school, but then I have actually started to become soft. Roy was right. He had said that I was becoming soft and whether i

~ Seraphina’s POVI blink.Not because I’m shocked by what he said, though that alone was enough to freeze the entire classroom, but because I was expecting the voice to come from someone else entirely.But it isn’t Jonathan.It’s the guy beside him.He is tall...looks over 6 foot and his eyes looks so sharp. Piercing. Like an eagle. I stare at his hair, the dark curls curling slightly over his forehead like they were sculpted on purpose. His blazer is hanging a little off one shoulder like he doesn’t really care what uniform rules are. His mouth is quirked at the corner, like he knows something no one else does.And he’s definitely not from here. Because I have never see him, but then...he looks somehow oddly and weirdly familiar, but I don’t know where or how to place it. I've never seen him before, but then there is this form of deja vu I get from staring at him and I.. I don't know how to place it.But right beside him—because the universe hates me—is Jonathan Hill. He is leaning

~ Seraphina’s POVI heard Mom talking something about interns or something over the phone two minutes ago. Has Mr Hill already gotten some kind of job or something for her?That was quick. I don't know if he is just lovestruck for Mom or something. I have no idea. I have no idea someone like Mr Hill could even look at someone like us. My mom, actually. Now, don't get me wrong, she isn't ugly or anything. Quite the opposite actually.I sigh and stand with my plate of empty cereal and then I go over to dump it in the sink. It earns me a look from my mom. I roll my eyes internally and then turn on the tap to wash the plate off.After that, I want to go to my room to dress up, but then the sound of my name makes me freeze in my tracks."Seraphina."I don't turn. I grip the railing of our stairs. Yep. Railing. Mr Hill had moved us over to a new house after the whole thing. I didn't feel too comfortable with this arrangement earlier because I know nothing ever comes in this life for free."

~ Seraphina’s POVCeline falls asleep first.One minute we are talking about how unfortunate Luke Henderson is and she’s rambling about how hot the new physics teacher is, and the next her head is on my shoulder, her mouth is slightly open, and her is breathing soft and steady. I don’t move her. I just sit there, staring at the ceiling in the glow of my bedside lamp, my body stiff and wide awake.Sleep feels like a luxury I can’t afford. There are lots of things in my head that I would see when I sleep and I would rather not. Until I have calmed my soul down.I look down at my wrapped hands. The image of the man who had chased me back at Jonathan’s house flashed in my head. I shudder. The bandages are a little dirty from all the movement tonight. I’ll need to change them. The ache from the wound is dull now, but it is steady and pulsing. I’m starting to get used to it though. The way pain just becomes part of the background noise if you pretend hard enough. I am used to it. Pain. I'm

Chapter 14~ Seraphina’s POVI don’t say a single word during the whole ride home.Not to my mom, not even when she lets out little annoyed sighs beside me, like it’s somehow my fault the night wasn’t perfect. I just keep my eyes on the window, watching the streetlights flash by. The car’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop, except for the occasional buzz of her phone when she gets a text.I’m not even mad anymore. I’m just tired. Bone-deep tired.When we finally pull into the driveway, I’m out of the car before the driver even properly parks it. I slam the door a little too hard, but whatever. Mom doesn’t say anything. She’s already on her phone again and I don’t wait for her. I head inside, up the stairs, and straight for my room.Thank God for the silence. Thank God I don’t bother turning on the light.The darkness is actually kind of nice. It hides everything. The messy bed, the clothes on the chair, the suitcase I never fully unpacked. I kick off my shoes, sighing, finally feeli

~ Seraphina's POVI don’t look back as I walk toward the house. I don’t care if I’m limping a little. I don’t care if my dress is torn or that I probably look like shit. My palms sting and there’s blood drying on them, crusting under my nails. I wipe them on the side of my dress, but it only smears the red into dark patches.I feel gross. So gross.Inside, the lights are warm and soft, but they don’t make me feel any better. I head straight for the nearest guest bathroom, ignoring the looks the helps in the house are giving me. I lock the door behind me, taking a deep breath.Then I finally look in the mirror.God.I look tired. My hair’s a mess, my eyes are red. The smeared makeup makes me look like I’ve been crying for hours even though I didn’t let myself shed a single tear back there. I had made sure I held it in good. Ray? He is more a jerk than I have pictured him in my head. I run the tap and hold my hands under the water. The sting from the little stab is sharp. I bite my li