ELLA'S POVI sat on the bleachers, my gaze fixed on the court where Trent dribbled the basketball and weaved between his teammates. I smiled as I watched him sink a perfect throw into the net. He high-fived his teammates and as if sensing my eyes on him, Trent turned and grinned at me.I mouthed, "Looking good!""Can I sit down with you?"A soft voice startled me. I turned to find Amelia hovering beside me, her fingers twisting together nervously as she nodded towards the empty space on the bleacher.."Uh, yeah, of course," I stammered, scooting over to make room for her.Amelia sank down beside me, her shoulders hunched, her entire body radiating tension. She drew in a deep breath, her gaze fixed on her hands folded in her lap."Hey, are you okay?" I murmured, leaning in closer. "You seem...I don't know, really on edge about something."She shook her head. "I...I actually have something to tell you," she began, her voice barely above a whisper.My brow furrowed as I studied her prof
ELLA'S POVI couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up from my throat as Trent nuzzled his nose against the sensitive spot just below my ear. We were tucked away in a quiet corner in the courtyard, his solid form pressing me back against the wall as his mouth trailed kisses along my neck."You're going to get me in so much trouble one of these days," I murmured, my fingers burying themselves in his back. "If we get caught fooling around like this..."Trent pulled back just enough to fix me with one of his smoldering looks, the ones that never failed to leave me weak in the knees. "Then I'll just have to make it worth the risk, won't I?"His lips crashed against mine and I lost myself in the sensation, in the addictive taste and feel of him surrounding me. At least, not until a familiar voice shattered the moment with three words: "Are you kidding me?"We broke apart with a yelp, both of us whipping around towards the source of the voice. And there stood Damien, disbelief and disgust
ELLA'S POVThe walk to school seemed to stretch endlessly before me as my mind kept replaying Ryan's suggestion over and over again. "How about becoming my own personal...Server? And private tutor."I worried my lower lip, the surprise proposal replaying in my mind. When I'd asked Ryan why he needed a "personal server" as he'd first put it, he'd clarified - not quite a server in the traditional sense, but more like an...aide of sorts. Someone to help out around his home, running errands, assisting with tasks and such. And the "tutor" part? Apparently Ryan was struggling in some of his math courses and could use extra academic support.At first, I'll admit, I was a bit taken aback by the job offering. An attendant and private tutor for one of my classmates? It seemed...highly unusual, to say the least. Not to mention, Ryan and I just got close. Why would he single me out like this?But then the dollar amount he'd quoted flashed through my mind, and I couldn't deny how sorely I needed
ELLA'S POVDribbling the ball awkwardly, I stuck my tongue out in concentration as I tried my best to mimic Trent's smooth movements. Which was easier said than done."Not like that, Ella," he chuckled, reaching out to adjust my hand position. "You have to cup the ball, let it roll off your fingertips.""I'm trying!" I huffed, rolling my eyes as the ball went bouncing off wildly to the side again. "This is harder than it looks."Trent just grinned and went chasing after the loose ball. Those long legs ate up the ground effortlessly as he scooped it up and spun back towards me.God, could he be any more annoyingly athletic? I stuck my tongue out at him as he dribbled the ball with infuriating ease."Your turn to shoot," he said, gesturing towards the hoop with his chin. Taking the ball from him, I squared up and bent my knees, trying to imitate his perfect form.You got this, Ella. Just some hand-eye coordination, that's all. How hard could it be?Summoning all my focus, I extended my
ELLA'S POV"Cheers!" We raised our glasses, the crisp clink of glass on glass ringing out in the crowded bar. Amelia, Susan and I had ended up at this trendy little cocktail lounge in downtown Westbury - Susan's choice, of course. She had insisted we all go out for a "girls' night" to celebrate my newly confirmed relationship status. "We have to toast your budding romance!" Susan had proclaimed earlier when she pitched the idea, waving her hands enthusiastically. "Celebrating love is the best way to attract it into our own lives, you know."I rolled my eyes at her logic, but couldn't help laughing. Leave it to Susan to turn any mundane event into some cosmic ritual meant to summon romance. "You know I literally just started dating Trent like a week ago, right?" I'd teased. "We're hardly a fairytale epic yet."Susan had fixed me with one of her patent looks. "Exactly, Ella! That's why we have to mark this moment - to ensure your new love story only grows stronger from here." She wink
ELLA'S POV"Well isn't that just precious?""Shut your mouth, Lucinda," Amelia snapped. She turned her furious glare on Damien. "So this is why you went so cold on me out of nowhere? You were just waiting to get your hooks into the next available set of legs?" Lucinda just rolled her eyes dramatically. "Oh please, don't act so shocked. We all knew Damien's motives from the start.""Is that true?" Amelia demanded, rounding on Damien again. "Was I really just some way to pass the time for you until Slutty McSlutterson over here became available?""Babe, don't be like that," Damien began. "You know you meant something to me..."All I felt was to gag.Lucinda scoffed loudly. "Uh, could you be more pathetic right now? If the loser actually meant anything, you wouldn't have come crawling right back to me the second I snapped my fingers.""You bitch!" Amelia's hands balled into fists at her sides. I could practically feel her anger. "How dare you act like you're some prize to be won? You're
TRENT'S POVI paced the length of my bedroom as my mind swirled with anxious thoughts.. How could Mom and Dad be so blasé about Tom's deteriorating condition? Didn't they see how much worse he'd become since being transferred to that new hospital? I climbed down the stairs towards the sitting room where my mother spent most afternoons. I had to make them understand, had to convince them to get Tom out of that place before it was too late.As I entered, Mom glanced up from her book. "Trent? Is something the matter?""Mom, we need to talk about Tom and getting him transferred out of that hospital." The words tumbled out as I moved closer. "His condition is only worsening there instead of improving." She sighed, setting her book aside. "Trent, dear, Evergreen Memorial is one of the finest medical facilities in the country. I'm sure they're doing everything they can for your brother.""Are they though?" I shot back, unable to hide my bitterness.I'd been going to visit Tom regularly si
ELLA'S POV"Aww, they are so cute," I heard someone whisper as Trent and I walked down the hallway after class, our fingers locked together.I felt my cheeks flush slightly at the comment, but Trent just grinned and pulled me a little closer against his side. It still felt so surreal, being able to walk the halls openly as a couple after all the secrecy and charades."But don't you see? They are way cuter!" another voice piped up.I followed the sound and couldn't help rolling my eyes at the sight - Lucinda and Damien, brazenly making out against the lockers like they were the only two people in existence. So they'd decided to go public with their little fling as well, huh?As if sensing my gaze, Lucinda pulled back just enough to shoot me a triumphant smirk over Damien's shoulder before reconnecting their lips with a wet smacking sound. Ughh.I still couldn't believe Damien had the audacity to flaunt his new conquest so easily just like he did to me. I felt bile rise in my throat an