Oh boy, it looks like things are going to heat up FINALLY! It only took till the epilogues.
“Collin, come with me.” I whispered, grabbing his arm with our stuff in hand. “Um… okay. Where are we going?” Collin furrowed his brow as I led him out of the dance. I feel no regrets for leaving early. I told our friends we’d find our way home before I went to see him at the drink table. “You’ll see.” I answered, leading him into the elevator. I didn’t let him ask more questions in the elevator as I pulled him down, kissing him. I wanted to stop his questions and ease my nerves. His lips are damn good at putting me at ease. Time to see what else they are good at. My plan was working, at least for the elevator ride. But as soon as it dinged, I had to pull away and lead Collin down the hall to the deluxe garden view room I reserved. “Um… Cass. We’re in the main part of the hotel. What’s going on?” Collin questioned, looking around a bit confused. “While being clueless is one of your cute qualities, I know you are smarter than this.” I rolled my eyes, put my keycard into the l
Nine, nine years! Can you believe it? It’s been NINE years since we graduated from Ravenwood. It’s insane how much life has changed since my senior year of high school. I know you’re all here to get the deets on our lives since Cassidy and I got together. And I’ll tell you everything, promise. I think I’ve got time to recap nine years before we meet our friends for the holiday lights at the waterfront park. So you already know we both were going to Boston University. We got an apartment together with mild concerns, prompted mainly by my mom. It wasn’t anything super big or nice like Riko and the brothers shared. We didn’t have that kind of cash. So we split rent on a one-bedroom place near campus. We quickly learned that living together would be a nightmare if we didn’t start making some changes. Like I learned, if I left dirty clothes on the floor, they would be thrown at me and told to clean up. I also learned that I get a bottle thrown at my head if I don’t separate recycling
Senior year! Yeah! I should be stoked. And I am. Mainly because it means I graduate and can get away from these prissy fucks. I didn’t want to come to Ravenwood. My mom didn’t want to send us here either. She felt it was too elitist. But my other mom wanted to give James and me the best education available. So off to Ravenwood, we were shipped. We don’t come from money. Thankfully we were eligible for scholarships that helped supplement the tuition fees. I know I’ve probably confused you talking about two moms. So let me get this out of the way now. Yes, I have two moms. They have been married since 2004, when the state legalized gay marriage. And yes, I know I’m going to be 18, so I was obviously born out of wedlock. This really is an odd term and not really relevant when you account for the fact my ‘dad’ was what I call a turkey baster.
Frost and the other guys were snickering the whole time I was limping through changing. “Looks like Summers strikes again. Maybe start wearing a cup.” Frost taunted, ruffling my hair. “Fuck you, Frost.” I swatted his hand away.“Nah, you’re not my type.” Frost laughed. Despite his joking, I can tell something is off. I won’t dare say I know any of the Frosts well enough to tell you which one I’m dealing with most days.I know that probably makes me sound like some shit friend. But the triplets are fucking good at pretending to be the other. It makes it hard to tell. They need fucking name tags. Not that it would work since they’d just swap the tags. They get a kick out of tricking people, of fucking with us.You’d think maybe I’d know the difference based on information. Like does the Frost in English or my lunch period know the details of what happened during gym? Of course, they will
I swear to god I am going to kill Collin Cole. I don’t know why he pisses me off this much. He’s annoyed me the last two years I’ve gone to this school. But it’s like he’s upped his game today. And touching me is the damn last straw.I don’t believe in the bullshit of boys tugging girls’ hair because they like them. My moms raised me to know the difference between friend and foe. And anyone that hurts you, be it physically or emotionally, isn’t your friend. And my one mom taught me to stand up for myself and others.And I swear if it weren’t for Mrs. Graham and not wanting detention, I’d have laid his ass out. As she returned to the front of the room, I glared at Collin. “Keep it up fuckwad, and you’ll find yourself in a full-body cast.” I whispered growled before turning back around in my chair.I wrapped my ponytail up into a bun to ensure he couldn’t touch my hair.
I was pissed. No, that’s putting it mildly. I know that Cassidy can be a bitch, but seriously her attitude is getting on my last nerve. She doesn’t have to like me or give a fuck about the basketball team. I get that. But does she really have to be this selfish?I didn’t ask my mom to get me a tutor. She went behind my back on that. Too bad she won’t even stand still long enough to listen to me. Plus my grades aren’t that bad. I just need Cassidy to take a chill pill and not turn this molehill into a mountain.I decided to try and catch her after school as I headed to lunch. Honestly, I think it’s stupid that they have a lunch period as the last day of school.If I didn’t have to rely on catching a ride with Justin to get home or take the bus, I would skip. Stupid Justin having Physics last period, so I have to wait for him.I’d already sat down with the guys, joking around and just being ourselves when shit
I hate my brother. Okay, I don’t hate him. But ugh, he’s such a little shithead. I don’t get what’s wrong with him. Just like the people he surrounds himself with. Is being a sexist pig his way of rebelling? If it is, that’s a fucked up way to rebel. He’d already stormed upstairs and locked himself up in his room. I sighed and begrudgingly went to my room too. I may not like being at Ravenwood with all these snobby rich kids. But I won’t let that make me slack on my grades. I have a reputation as a straight-A student to uphold. I kept putting off doing my Trig assignment. Even looking at my textbook pissed me off. I want to shove that book up Collin’s ass and then down Principal Walter’s throat. Yes, I’m saying ass to mouth but fuck Walters. I may not like Collin, but he’s not the one that fucking volunteered me to tutor him. He didn’t even ask for a tutor. It was still sitting untouched when I had to come down for dinner. James was still su
Mom wasn’t budging on this tutoring thing. And dad was zero help. Not that he ever is. He’s always too wrapped up in whatever the hell he does. Okay, so I know what my dad does; he works with stocks. Hands down the most boring fucking thing on earth, okay, so it’s second to math classes or listening to a Mr. Weaver lecture.Still a tedious ass job. I could give two shits about stocks and bonds. I guess it’s fair that I have about as much interest in my dad’s career as he does in my life. And his lack of giving a shit is why I didn’t count on him coming to my defense. During dinner last night, the most he said was, ‘listen to your mother.’So either I get out of this myself or just let Cassidy’s big mouth do it for me. I’ve obviously opted to let Cassidy handle it. She’ll make a big stink and find every reason under the sun that making her tutor me is in some violation of human rights. And the