LOGIN(KAIRA'S POV)
Slade's friends hanging out was just what I expected it to be. When the car being driven by Slade pulled up to a pool house and I heard loud music playing, I started to wonder if I had done the right thing by coming along. "Don't you worry." Slade said with a dry chuckle. "We don't bite." I turned to him with a glare. "And what on earth makes you think that I am intimidated by your friends?" I challenged. He turned to me after taking off his seatbelt. "I didn't say anything about intimidating. I'm only telling you that they don't bite." He said so casually that I almost believed I was being too dramatic. But then I had to quickly remind myself that this is Slade and he knew perfectly well what he was saying. "Whatever." I muttered. I tried to get my seatbelt off but then I saw that it was still strapped. I jiggled it gently but it still wasn't giving way. I turned to Slade. Of course he was looking at me, his eyes set like I was entertaining him. "Would you like my help?" He asked calmly. Too calmly. As usual. "Yes please." I replied with a short sigh. He nodded and then leaned over, closer to me. I wanted to explode when I heard myself sharply and noisily inhale. I froze and so did Slade. He lifted his head slowly, making it worse now because I had a whiff of his coconut hair shampoo. Then his sharp eyes came into view and my tongue suddenly felt dry. His eyes held mine for what felt like an eternity but in reality was only a few seconds. Then his eyes dropped to my lips and I felt a sensation shoot through my spine. He glanced back up at my eyes and then dropped his head down so that he could take a good look at my seatbelt for me. His fingers weren't touching me but the fact that I could feel them, fiddling with the seatbelt that was against my body, lit my nerves. Breathing suddenly felt more like a task and my limbs felt like they were glued to the spot and unable to move an inch. "There." He finally said and pulled back. I couldn't miss a sigh of relief at that. It suddenly felt so hot in the car that I grabbed my purse and tried to get out of the car but the door was locked. I sighed and turned to Slade. He had a smirk on his face as he pressed a button and I heard the door on my side unlock. "Thanks." I muttered audibly to him as I opened the door. A fresh wave of air hit my face and I sighed in satisfaction as I stepped out. But then again, I started hearing the music coming from who knows where and a lot of shouting. "Ready?" Slade asked as he came around to my side. "Yes I am." I said and strolled up beside him. "Lead the way, please." I added when I was tired of standing in front of him after three heavy seconds. "Come on." He said coolly and started to lead me towards a little rocky path that led to the pool house. The music seemed to be getting louder with each step that I took. I truly started to ask myself if I made the right choice by agreeing to come here. I should have definitely stayed back home with my book. "Are you okay?" Slade asked, peering at my face in what one would assume is concern. "I'm fine." I replied with gritted teeth.(MAKAIRA'S POV)I didn't sleep that night.Not a single wink.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Slade's face. The way he'd looked at me when he said those words. You're mine. The way his voice had cracked just slightly, like he was admitting something that scared him.I tossed and turned, clutching the teddy bear to my chest like it was some kind of anchor.Dream of me?What had possessed me to say that? I'd typed it before I could stop myself, my fingers moving on their own accord. And then I'd spent the next hour staring at my phone, waiting for a reply that never came.He said he'd dream of me.At least, I thought he did. He hadn't actually typed it. But he hadn't denied it either.I groaned, pressing my face into my pillow.This was insane. I barely knew him. He'd been cold and distant and sometimes downright mean. But then there were moments—fleeting, fragile moments—where I caught a glimpse of something else. Something tender. Something raw.And it made me want to know more.--
(MAKAIRA'S POV)I didn't know what had come over Slade.One moment he was complaining about boredom and checking his emails, the next he was squaring up to this Harry guy like he was about to start a fistfight over a stuffed bear."Step back." Slade's voice had been cold as ice, his jaw set in that rigid way I was starting to recognize meant he was holding something back.I opened my mouth to say something—to tell him it was fine, that I didn't actually care that much about the toy—but the words died in my throat when I saw the look in his eyes.He was furious.Not at me, I realized. At Harry. At the way Harry had looked at me, the way he'd kissed my hand, the way he'd called me beautiful."Slade—" I started, but he wasn't listening.He was already at the counter, slapping down money for the game. The attendant, a bored-looking teenager with acne and a nose ring, perked up when she saw the cash."Three rounds each," Slade said without looking at her. "We'll see who gets the highest sc
(SLADE’S POV)Life can be a bitch you know! After the first day I set my eyes on Makaira five years ago, I didn’t see her until the first day school resumed after the Christmas holiday. My dad had invited some kids from my school to celebrate Christmas with us and so I automatically assumed that she was one of the kids.I should have found out more about her but she provoked so much emotions from me that I didn’t want to know anything about her. Not even her name. Maybe if I had done my research, I would have noticed the same surname she shared with Mrs Shanice. And maybe I woukd havw not been too blind ans stupid to ignore the striking resemblance they shared. Maybe I would have not been such a jerk and a terrible person to her.If I had known that I would have a shot at being so close to her, then maybe I wouldn’t have been such an asshole—“That was so great!!” Makaira exclaimed as we feel in to step with each other. We had just finished a ride at the Ferris wheel, an experienc
(SLADE'S POV)"A fair!!" She exclaimed, eyes widened as she peeked through the window at the huge iron gates."More like a VIP preview night." I corrected. My attention was on my phone, where I was going through my itinerary."Even better! Because now we have a lot of rides to ourselves." She was craning her neck even harder now. "And I think I see older people.""Probably. Our parents were the ones invited." I couldn't keep my eyes on my phone for long, I had to steal a glance again and I was disappointed because I couldn't see those sparkling blue eyes but at least she wasn't so sad anymore.Her excitement was palpable, it has been since we got here and she realized that we are here for the exclusive launch of a fair."What are we really waiting for?" She asked, her body almost out of the car.A couple of knocks on the window interrupted my answer."That." I said with a sigh as I slipped my phone in my pocket. "Are you ready?""I've been ready since we got here! I love fairs so much
(KAIRA'S POV)"I'm not a Horton." I said to myself, my teeth gnashed against each other.But the person who stared back at me in the mirror looked very much like a Horton.A beauty team had just finished with me. Light makeup, perfect hair pinned up, a beautiful beige crop top over the classiest pair of high-waisted denim jeans I had ever seen.Slade was right, we didn't go home. We went to a hotel and I got ready in a beautiful suite that looked like it belonged to a princess.I couldn't deny that I looked pretty but everything wasn't sitting right with me."I'm not a Horton." I repeated to my reflection in the mirror.I kept my eyes shut trying to suppress the emotions that were building inside. Then I grabbed the little pink purse and stepped out of the door. But Slade was standing right there so I doubled back and missed my steps because of the heeled glass slippers I was wearing.I was reaching for the doorknob, to grasp it for a little stability but I missed it and would have cr
(KAIRA’S POV)I have lived in PineCrest for thirteen years, which means I have also had the privilege (thanks to Tom Horton) of going from PineCrest elementary to PineCrest high school. I kid you not, despite all these years I have made no friends. Literally, none at all. The most attention I get is when I am getting bullied or being laughed at. The only people I am cordial is some of my teachers, and of course Mrs Skye, our ink club matron. That being established, you know how antisocial I am in school so I kid you not when I say that I have no idea who the angry but pretty brunette, holding my phone is.Her almond eyes looked me over like my presence deeply disgusted her.“Who the hell do you think you are?” She greeted.I frowned, unsure of what to say. She leaned forward. “It doesn’t matter that your cheap mother found her way in to the Horton family, you will always be a charity case.” She laughed. “Slade already made it clear to us all.”My heart sank. The fact that she invol
(KAIRA'S POV)Slade was torturing me with silence. Simply leading the way.I followed him closely like a pupil behind a headmaster, past the house doors, to the hedged pathways, to the garden gates, past chrysanthemums, a variety of roses, orchids, daisies… and then carefully past the stepping ston
(KAIRA'S POV) The large iron gates opened, and I felt the familiar weight of panic settle behind my ribs. I pressed my sweaty palms against the expensive leather while my body stiffened in the backseat. I wanted to close my eyes but somehow I couldn't. I sat, like a programmed robot, and watched
(KAIRA'S POV) "Mr. Horton, your project partner is… Miss Jin." Our English teacher, Mrs. Reed, announced. My stomach sank, and a heavy weight transferred to my chest. Of all the people in PineCrest High, it had to be Slade Horton. Football captain. Sole hair of Horton Empire. Most popular an
(KAIRA'S POV)Slade put me down immediately and draped his jacket over my shoulder. I stood like a doll, unmoving, waiting as the footsteps presented their owners."Oh my goodness, what happened, baby?" Mum cried as she ran towards me. "We were just on our way to get you both and then we heard you







