I stared at Danny with my arms crossed above my chest and furrowed brows. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, while Emma stared at us with confusion drawn across her face.
"What happened to you?" I asked, my tone was filled with worry.
"I have to tell you something." He raked his hair with his large hand, as he rubbed the nape of his neck after. "I'm not sure how I'm going to say this."
"Just speak up," Emma demanded.
She was now wearing the gold-colored, bodycon dress with sleeves that reached to her wrists. Emma gazed at herself in the mirror, as her face lit up at the sight of her in a more comfortable dress.
Looking back at Danny, I stared at him expectantly as he sighed in defeat.
"Me and Liam," he hesitated to budge, flicking his eyes everywhere around him, "we've had a fight."
Danny and Liam barely had a fight, and if they did, it wouldn
The car window slid open, as I peered outside and spotted Emma, strutting towards my car. She held a stack of books in her arms, as her strawberry-blonde hair kept on cascading to her face. She was grimacing, and she seemed like she was dragging her feet along the pathway.I took the large sunglasses off my face, plopping it on the dashboard before opening the car door. Stepping outside, I smoothed the edges of my pleated, black skirt and approached Emma. She was in a haste and just before the books fell out if her brace, I caught it as she tugged a grateful smile."What happened to you?" I asked, grabbing some of the textbooks."Dad made me bring all these textbooks because I needed to study extra hard this time," she answered, her brows were furrowed together."Did you fail in eleventh grade?" I pulled the door of the passenger's seat open and flung the textbooks inside."Nope." She shut
"Hey," I greeted back, putting a hand behind my neck while staring at him.The feature that stood out to him the most was his radiant, emerald eyes and the specks of prominent freckles laying on the bridge of his nose. He had messy ginger hair and a smile that made the corner of his lips crinkle."Are you new here?" he asked, his British accent was thick."Yeah," I simply answered as he nodded in response. Ms. Sullivan's attention was focused on what she was scribbling on the board while the students behind her began to mumble. "What's your name?" I asked, a bit fascinated by him."Nicholas. And you?" He raised his brows and placed a textbook on his desk."Kourtney Devaraux," I responded, feeling the need to state my surname."I think I must've heard about you. But I'm not quite sure.""You heard about me from where?" I asked."News spread
Having to eat breakfast with my parents was a rare thing to happen. It felt odd, given the fact that I barely see them around in the morning. I was used to waking up with them not being around and, suddenly, sitting in front of them was unsettling.I held the spoon tight in my hand and dug it to my oatmeal. I bowed my head, not bothering to peer at them through my lashes."How's school?" Dad asked, as I almost jerked by his sudden budge.Gulping, I sat upright and reached for the glass of water. I drank it down my throat, as I stared at Lindsey who was now ready to boast."I made quite a good impression," she said, plastering a grin.I snickered, hiding my face away so my parents wouldn't notice. Lightly shaking my head, I leaned my back against the chair and cleared my throat."How about you, Kourtney?" Mom asked as she looked at me expectantly."Same as
I couldn't believe her. That fucking bitch always ruined everything for me, what else did she want? I just wanted to strangle her right now. My anger towards her was becoming worse every time, and I was starting to think she wasn't my sister anymore.My nose was flaring, and my teeth were baring from the emotion heightening me. It was beyond infuriating, and she was becoming less human at this point. She was the cause of these uncontrollable thuds in my chest and unbearable anger. I didn't know what to do with Lindsey. I didn't even know what was she trying to achieve by this. That fucking snake."Excuse me," I mumbled, turning on my heels and squeezing through the crowd.Bodies after bodies kept on colliding onto me as I continuously pushed them away. Once I reached the two massive doors, I swung them open and fastened my pace down the hall.It felt like my heart was going to fall out of my chest from ang
"What the hell does that even mean?" Emma furrowed her brows and tucked a carrot inside her mouth.New students were attracting attention and if we gathered together, then the spotlight was on us and Lindsey would be infuriated. Spotlight meant a lot to me, as much as it was for her. And she would do anything to be in that position because she wanted people to feed her ego. I wasn't going to let her have it. Not when all my parents' eyes only focused on her."You want friendship and alliance with me?" Amanda pointed a finger at herself."Absolutely."Emma shifted from her seat, leaning closer to me and whispered, "Are you serious?""I'm dead serious," I responded before facing Amanda. "Look, I know you're probably thinking what I need from you. It's pretty simple. You tell me all the snide remarks my sister blurted behind my back and that's it.""Are you that desperate and
It was already Wednesday and I was sitting on the chair, surrounded by lockers and girls who wore tight, white tees and black shorts. Bending down, I reached for my foot and tied the lace of my shoes. The sweet scent of cologne filled the girl's locker room, as their enthusiastic giggles and absurd gossiping resounded the vicinity.Sitting upright, my eyes flicked to the side when I noticed someone settled beside me. It was Amanda. Her brown hair was tied to a high-ponytail as it swept to the side when she tilted her head to face me. I raised my brows in confusion, as I examined the people around me."Why are you here?" I asked."I'm joining you," she answered with a shrug."I can tell.""It's my first time training as a cheerleader, by the way.""It's okay. Everyone went to that phase."I stood up, approaching the locker in front of me and grabbed my purs
It was already eight at night and I decided to go to Dad's office to tell him about the mishap in me joining the volleyball team. My heart was thumping fast, and I was biting my bottom lip because of nervousness. I didn't know how he was going to react, but nevertheless, I felt the need to tell him.I knocked on his office door, and when I heard him said "come in", I twisted the knob and entered his office. Closing the door behind me, I moved closer to Dad and settled on the seat in front of him. He was holding a pen, writing down on the paper while his attention was focused on it. He seemed to not mind my presence; he didn't stare at me, he just glanced.After I cleared my throat, I uttered, "Dad, I have to tell you something.""What is it?" he asked."I was—" I fumbled over my words, unsure of how I would say it, "I wasn't accepted in the volleyball team because the slots are already filled up." I
The day after tomorrow, I was strolling down the hallway with Amanda and Emma on both of my sides. They were babbling about their experiences in Kingsley so far while I kept quiet, planning my next move to get ahead of Lindsey.The atmosphere at our house wasn't really great. I could feel the coldness of Mom and Dad towards me and the way they were giving Lindsey all their attention as if to make me realize what I was missing after disappointing them. I was certain Lindsey fed some lies to them so she would look like this angel when she was worse than Satan himself.I wasn't even sure if I should be staying in a toxic environment at home. It was making me detest my existence. Just by thinking about what was going on with my parents and me right now bothered me.I felt a hand suddenly grabbed my forearm as I drifted from my thoughts. Looking at Emma who was now staring at me, weirded out by my silence, I pulled my hand away