LOGINCLARA'S POV
I dragged my pen across the screen of my iPad. I was just finishing the final shading on a new jacket design when a knock sounded at my door."Come in," I called out.The door opened, and Jaxson stood there."My parents want to see you in my dad's office," he said quietly.I put my iPad down on the desk. "Did something happen?""We talked about the tutoring," Jaxson told me. "Just come up and agree with whatever they say."I followed him to his parents'CLARA'S POV"Ignore them," Maya muttered, pulling me by the arm toward the main administration hallway.I didn't give Sloane and her friends the satisfaction of looking back. I kept my head up and walked right past them until we reached the art department. We walked up to Mrs. Prudence's office. Just as I raised my hand to knock, the door opened. Mrs. Prudence's assistant stepped out, holding a stack of papers."Good morning," I said, stepping forward and holding out my black presentation binder. "I am here to submit my collection for the design competition."The assistant took the binder straight from my hands."Got it," she said quickly. "Just remember to email the digital copies to Mrs. Prudence. We need those today.""I already did," I answered. "I sent all thirty digital files to her school email address late last night.""Perfect," the assistant said.She turned around and pushed the door open wi
CLARA'S POV"What did you hear?" I asked, looking at his serious face."My dad was on the phone in the living room," Jaxson said, sitting down heavily in the chair next to mine. "He is planning another business trip. He said he might be in London soon.""That's all?" I asked, a little surprised.He looked at me. "Isn't that something? He always leaves. He's always got some business to do."I looked at him and offered a small smile. "Is that why you look so sad? Jaxson, you should be grateful. At least your father tries and works hard for your family. I never had that privilege growing up."He frowned a little and tilted his head. "How do you mean? That's true. You never talk about your dad. What happened?”I looked down at my hands resting on the table. He was right. I rarely talked about my father, but sitting here with Jaxson, it felt okay to share."I love my dad so much, you know," I said softly. "I was such
CLARA'S POVI dragged my pen across the screen of my iPad. I was just finishing the final shading on a new jacket design when a knock sounded at my door."Come in," I called out.The door opened, and Jaxson stood there."My parents want to see you in my dad's office," he said quietly.I put my iPad down on the desk. "Did something happen?""We talked about the tutoring," Jaxson told me. "Just come up and agree with whatever they say."I followed him to his parents' quarters. It was up the stairs on the other floor, where their rooms were. We walked into the large home office. Mr. and Mrs. King were sitting behind the heavy desk, looking very serious."Clara," Mr. King said, looking at me over his glasses. "So about the tutorial. Jaxson tells me you have been helping him with his calculation subjects, and he has done better in his tests as a result.""Yes, sir," I answered politely."Now that's not part of your duties here,” he continued. "With
JAXSON'S POV“What is it?" She asked, looking straight into my eyes.“I made some mistakes,” I began, my chest already tight as I came close to admitting the truth. "Things I did before you really knew me, and I need you to—"Clara's phone rang loudly between us, cutting me off. Maya's name lit up the screen.Clara glanced at me, apologetic, and answered it, putting it on speaker. "Hey, Maya.""Clara! What's going on? Where are you guys?" Maya's voice blasted through the car speakers. "Are you guys coming to get me, or should I take the bus?"Clara looked at the digital clock on the dashboard and gasped. "Oh no. Maya, we're so sorry. We are coming right now!"Clara turned off her screen and looked over at me, her eyes wide. "Jaxson, we have to go right now. We cannot be late."I swallowed hard, shifted the car into drive, and pressed the accelerator.The moment was gone just like that, swallowed up by the rush of getting to sch
CLARA'S POVI wiped my face fast and opened the door to find Becca standing there, already dressed for the day."Lily is downstairs in her pajamas," she said, stepping inside. "You should come down quickly before Maria sees she's still in sleeping clothes.""Yeah, I'll be down soon," I said calmly, walking back to sit on my bed. My voice carried the weight of my thoughts.Becca paused halfway through turning to leave, her eyes narrowing as she studied my face. "Wait. Have you been crying?"I didn't answer right away, which was answer enough.Becca shut the door quietly behind her and came to sit beside me on the bed. "What happened? Talk to me."I looked down at the bed sheets. I really needed someone to talk to. I could not keep all these thoughts to myself anymore."It's Jaxson," I said softly."What did he do? Did he say something mean to you again?""No," I said, shaking my head. "It's not that. He was here in
CLARA'S POVHis hand settled over my breast, squeezing gently, his thumb circling slowly over my hardened nipple under the thin fabric of my pajama top. I closed my eyes and let the world narrow to that one point of contact.Then his palms slid beneath the cotton, warm against my bare skin, and I heard myself exhale something that wasn't quite a word.He took his time, teasing until my back arched into his touch. His lips found my neck, then my jaw, then the corner of my mouth. Behind me, I could feel exactly how much he wanted me, hard and unmistakable against my back.I turned in the dark to face him. For a moment he only looked at me, and then he kissed me. It was nothing like the careful kisses before. This one was hungry, and I answered it with everything I had, my fingers tangling in his hair as our tongues collided.Jaxson grabbed the iPad and turned the volume all the way up. Then he held me, drew my
The word hit me like a physical blow to the chest.Filled?This couldn't be true. I needed this job. It wasn't just a job; it was the medicine in my mother's veins. It was the roof over our heads."Maria, wait," Mrs. Gabe pleaded. "I spoke to Helena this afternoon. She said—""And I am speaking t
I couldn’t speak.“She’s fading, Clara,” he continued. "Every hour we wait is an hour we don’t get back. If we delay much longer, she might not make it.”The doctor walked away to check on another patient."I’ll get the money, sir. I’ll try," I whispered as he went.My phone buzzed in my hand. I lo
Clara’s POVSterling Heights Academy – CafeteriaThe warm milk dripped down my hoodie, soaking into the thick fabric.I didn’t have to look up to know who it was.“Oops,” Sloane smirked. She held the empty milk carton like a trophy. “I thought that was the trash can. My bad, scholarship girl. You’r
He stared at me. I stared right back. Our eyes fixed on each other. The world did not end, though it felt like it should have. His mouth opened. "What the hell?" he screamed. "Adene? Is this a joke? Are you stalking me now?" "Jaxson." Maria appeared behind him, but her eyes moved straigh







