"Did you hear the news?" Ivy smiles brightly when she sees me. I can't help but smile back. The last couple of days, she seemed to be in a better mood. She no longer ignores me, or glares at me when I ask something about her. "No, what is it?" I ask as I stop besides Kingston. He throws an arm over my shoulder and pulls me into his side, "Melanie is moving. I don't think she can handle her pictures floating around." My eyebrows raise in surprise, "Oh wow." "You can't say you didn't expect it." Haeden chuckles, "You ruined her fuckin' life." I scratch the back of my neck, "Yeah, I guess leaked nudes do that." In all honesty, I don't regret it. The past me, the church girl that followed every rule laid out for her, would hate herself for doing it. But this me, the broken me, can't. Stone is about to reply when his eyes drift over my shoulder. They harden, and he stands straight as his fists clench at his sides. I glance behind me and am surprised to see Louis Masanove walking our
I bite my lip to hold in a laugh and glance down. She hasn't mentioned the pictures yet. Did Melanie not tell anyone about them? Or that it wasn't me who did it?She doesn't have proof."I hope you feel ashamed of yourself. You have a weeks detention, your lucky it was your first offense." She sighs and sits next to me. "I love that your smiling more, and getting out of your shell, but something like this can't happen again. Do you understand?" I nod my head. "She didn't mention anything about the pictures. Why wouldn't Melanie say anything?" I ask. Haeden leans against the trunk of the truck, his foot propped on a tire and a joint in his hand. It's unlit, just dangling between two fingers. I notice a look shared between stone and Kingston and straighten my back, my eyes narrowing between them. "Someone knows something. Spill it." Ivy sighs from next to me and pats my shoulder, "A minor threat goes a long way." My eyebrows raise as I look at all of them, "You threatened her to ke
Haeden just smirks at him. Kingstons hand reaches across from me, a lighter held between his long fingers. The back of his palm brushes against my boob. Blood rushes to my face at the small pleasure it brings.Haeden grabs the lighter, his fingers running over the curve of my nipple. I suck in a deep breath, teeth biteling onto my lower lip. I glance up, catch Stone watching from the mirror. He lifts his gaze from where they watch my mouth, to my eyes. Something dark clouds them, my stomach clenching with heat.Smoke fills my nose as Haeden takes a puff, one side of his mouth quirked up as he stares at me. ***The moment Stone pulls up to the boarded up house, we all climb out. Before I can take a step, my phone rings. I pull it out to see grandma calling me"Shit." I hiss."Principal probably called her." Ivy mutters as she looks over her shoulder at me. Kingston throws his arm around me and leans his head on mine, "You have fun with that, chica." She steps away and walks inside. H
My eyes widen when she lunges for me. I yelp when one of her hands digs into my scalp. The moment she pulls my hair, I don't see Melanie. I see Lucas. I remember the way he held me against his fridge, and remember the feeling of being trapped. And then it's gone, and I'm staring back at her crazed eyes."Oh shit, cat fight!" A voice that sounds suspiciously like Haeden shouts into the halls."I saw that coming." Ivy laughs."Of course she goes for her fuckin' hair," Kingston scoffs.Back to the present, I shake off the fear Lucas instilled into me, and I clutch Melanie's wrist. I push my thumb into her veins as hard as I can. I don't expect it to work, but her grip loosens. I snatch her hand away and slap her, feeling the wetness of her tears."Fuck, I never knew I needed this," Someone says from the crowd."Fuck that bitch up!" I can't tell who they are cheering for, but I also can't find it in me to care. Melanie helped ruin my life after years of friendship. She threw me away the
It's hard to hide my smile when I walk into the halls. I notice a group of girls whispering to each other, crowding around one who has her phone out.Across from them, leaning against some lockers, a couple guys smirk down at their phones. No one seems to notice me, no one glares my way or sneers insults at me. I suddenly feel invisible, and its a nice feeling. I'd rather be that than have all the negativity thrown at me again. However I know it will only be a short reprieve. They'll quickly forget about Melanie in her little pink thong, and will focus back on me. But right now, I can't find it in myself to care.I'll just enjoy it while I can.I love not being the focus of their conversations anymore. With an extra bounce in my step, I make my way towards my locker. I have a good feeling that today will be a great day.When I open my locker a sticky note flutters out. My smile is replaced with a frown as I just stare down at it. Another one? I glance around the hall, try to find an
She's a beautiful woman, with long blonde hair and green eyes. All the time, I wish I had gotten her good looks, but all my traits are from dad. My brown hair, and matching eyes. Sometimes I wonder, if I had siblings, would they look like her? "Do you think so?" I ask, genuinely concerned by her opinion. She runs her palm down the length of her pink tight dress. It hugs her curves in all the right places, the formal collar doing nothing to put off her beauty."I know so, Ariella." She beams at me. She walks up behind me and puts her hands on my shoulders. "You always look beautiful." My heart warms and I glance down to hide my blush. If my beautiful mother thinks I'm pretty, then maybe I really am? I bite my lip, it's hard to feel confident when dad is always so strict with boys. "Do you think Kingston will-" I glance back up as I ask, except she's not standing behind me anymore. With furrowed brows, I turn around, she's not in the room at all. Where did she go? "Mom?" I ask, but