"Come on, bro! I thought somebody broke in." I saw Shane whining before he threw himself on the couch.
"But this sight was more...nice." Jesse smirked, glancing at Adrian with a knowing look.
I placed a hand over my burning face, trying to hide the mortification I felt at that moment. My entire face was heating up, so much so that I could even see red now. Caden tugged me closer by my waist, nuzzling into my neck, his dark black hair inches from my nose.
Did he even care that I was practically dying out of embarrassment
Skylar's POVOnce I was done with the breakfast, which was so not less embarrassing, I tried calling my mother. The breakfast hadn't been bad. I kind of loved the company of all of these boys. They felt like a family to me.A very embarrassing family."Mom, why don't you pick up on the first ring?" I asked her when she picked up the call."I was busy, Skylar." She said. "Why are you calling from your school?"I looked outside from the glass doors, at the beautiful, lavish garden. "I'm not at school."
Skylar's POV"So," I started. "That last metal disc is supposedly the only way to open those underground vaults."It was somewhere past noon right now and the train station was almost brimming with people. I could see the dense crowd from the window beside me; both Caden and I already seated inside the train. I had traveled to Philly before, to see Dad when he was in the hospital, but Mom still hadn't been willing to let me go.It had taken me hours to actually persuade her."Yes." Caden glanced at me and I noticed his stiffened posture beside me. "The red crystal is said to be in there somewhere."I looked away from his face, settling my gaze at the window once again. "What if those vaults don't even exist anymore?" If they were centuries-old, what guarantee did we have that they were even...intact?
Skylar's POVThe State Museum of Harrisburg was enormous. The only museum that seemed to intrigue me as I stood outside of it, along with the others.I forced myself to look back at Caden as he spoke up, "Adrian, you'll be going inside. Find that specific statue, and get that disk." His voice was low but commanding at the same time. "And you two," He looked over at Shane and Jesse. "You'll keep an eye on the borders and around the museum for Blake or his men. I've made sure to back you up with few other guys."I couldn't help but look over at the huge entrance once again. There were a lot of people here, crowding outside the museum. Who the hell loved going to a museum first thing in the morning?"Well, I'll need some back up too." Adrian announced, sliding in two small, sharp knives in the back of his
Skylar's POVAs if realizing that I was still present here, Blake's gaze fell upon me once again."What lies did he feed you, Sky?" He asked me, circling the disk in his hand. He seemed like he was enjoying every bits of it.I wasn't."What do you mean?" I whispered, momentarily forgetting that there was still a gun pressed onto my forehead."Well, let me guess." He said before passing Caden a knowing smirk. "What did he tell you about our parents?"I gulped heavily, my eyes darting from Blake to Caden. A feeling of unease washed over me, almost as if I knew what was coming. I just really hoped that it wasn't true—whatever possibilities my head was coming up with at that moment."Fire." My voice rose above a whisper, and it was deadly silent a
Skylar's POVFuck.My head hurt. My throat hurt. My lungs hurt. My heart hurt. My limbs hurt. Every part of my body hurt.So bad.I would've groaned out loud in pain if only I had it in me to form any sort of sound from my mouth. I didn't even know how to move any part of my body.It took everything inside me to finally move my fingers. And then I opened my eyes, which at first was a bit hard, but my vision adjusted at the empty white ceiling eventually.After few more seconds, I finally managed to look around the strangely unfamiliar room. It was a hospital.And God, my head hurt so bad.
Skylar's POV "Where's Hanna?" Juliette asked, stopping by my locker and making an emphasis by raising her brows a bit too high. "And Alexander?"I never understood why she loved calling Alex by his full name. It seemed very formal for some reason."They skipped school to go on a morning date." I said –more like grumbled– as I pulled out my Calculus book.Her nose scrunched up ever so slightly before a snicker escaped her lips. Juliette had been one of the students from the foreign exchange program few months ago. What surprised me, though, was that she had chosen to be my friend, instead of just fitting in with the popular group—she definitely had those looks."And why do you sound so angry about that?" She asked, tw