AVAI have a plan, starting today. From now on, I’ll focus on my studies, my hobbies, and the things I actually love doing. Nodistractions. I’ll stick with Luke, keep my head high and be who I am supposed to be. The person my family would be proud of.Today, I’ll start by coming clean to my friends. Well… to Gemma. I have to tell her everything, about being in an open relationship with my boyfriend, about what went on between me and Kai. It’s going to be tough to get the words out, but I have to. I can’t keep lying to the one person who knows me best.I take a deep breath and step into class. The room is packed, barely any empty seats which is surprising, considering the professor isn’t even here yet. And I know I’m not late. Then again, it’s Literature and Writing. A requirement for all majors.I move my way down the hall, my eyes scanning the room for my best friend. I can feel sharp eyes on me. I’m used to stares, but I know some of them have to do with what I’m wearing. Well, I h
AVAScrew that voice in my head telling me not to, I’m going to do it.I grab a tube of lip gloss from my bedside table and swipe it over my lips. I brush my hair down and raise my phone, I find the perfect angle and take the photo. The image shows my face and my chest, my black lace bra exposed showing half my boobs. I take a deep breath, then tap send.My heart pounds. Kai’s seen it.No response. What if he doesn’t like it? What if he doesn’t find me attractive? What if he thinks I am pathetic, like some desperate bitch chasing him?Then my screen lights up.Kai: Jesus.Before I can even heave a sigh of relief, another message appears.Kai: Fuck, Ava.Another one follows.Kai: You’re so hot. Damn.A flush creeps up my face. It’s not the first time someone’s called me hot, but coming from him? It feels different, it's as if I can hear him whispering it in my ears. The words ignite me and fill up my body with heat and a reckless kind of thrill.I know where this path is leading , the
AVAI know I shouldn't have unblocked him. I shouldn't but I can't help it. I need someone to talk to and distract me from myself.I can't talk to the only friends I have right now, I fucking lied to them. How do I even begin to explain the damn lies? I can't talk to my brother either, his go - to reaction is anger and violence. If I tell him, he will go straight to Mom, crash out, and say something that will get him punished. I can't be the reason he gets scolded.The only person I want to talk to is the very one I am supposed to stay away from. The more I try to resist him, the closer I find myself drawn to him. And the worst part? Some part of me likes it. That’s why, when I think of someone to turn to, he’s the one who comes to mind.I swallow a gulp down my throat, staring at the phone in my hand. I can’t keep looking at it, as if a message might magically appear and send itself to him. I’ve already unblocked him, a line I shouldn’t have crossed so I might as well take another st
AVAIt’s way too late when I get home, almost past eight. I know I am probably going to get scolded for breaking curfew. My parents don’t like to call it that, though. They insist it’s not a rule but more about us being responsible, not staying out past the “reasonable time” they’ve set.But let's be real, it is still a curfew. Especially since the second you're late, you get the full lecture. And the truth, I hate that. Not because I don't care, but because I do. I hate disappointing them so much.I take a deep breath and ring the doorbell. It swings open almost instantly, like they’ve been waiting for me. Of course, it’s Zade. Even Zade, the king of breaking rules, managed to get home before me. I’m cooked.The door opens wider and I step into the living room, closing it behind me.“Hey,” I say.“Hi, little sister,” Zade replies.I don’t even bother correcting him. The jerk will never stop with that. He’s only a few minutes older, but he’ll never shut up about it.“Mom’s been waitin
AVAI swallow hard. I try to hold his eye contact as his blue gaze pierces me. I know what he is doing. A calculated dominance move, especially after what he said. God help me, I won't fold. I don't want him to see that he affects me. I won't let him know that his stare or his words do anything to me.I should say something now.I lean back in my seat. “I don't have to figure anything out if none of them is ever going to happen,” I say, crossing one leg over the other.His lips curl into a smirk. “You sound so sure about that.”“Because why not?” I shoot back. “We’re never going to fuck, and I’m never going to be yours.”“Okay.”I can tell he’s pushing my buttons and I hate how easily I fall for it every time. Maybe it’s not just him I’m trying to convince, maybe it’s myself too. That none of what he suggested will ever happen between us. I can’t sleep with him, and I can’t be his girlfriend either. I dare not.I heave a sigh of relief when the waitress arrives and sets our order on
AVAKai Copper has a fucking bike! He actually has his own motorcycle he can ride whenever he wants.I’m too happy about him owning one and about to give me my first ride. My inner child is practically jumping up and down, screaming with excitement. I'm sure he knows I am so excited too. I can tell from the way the corners of my mouth won’t stop tugging upward, from the brightness in my eyes. He definitely knows.And to be honest, I can’t even blame myself or try to calm down. Who wouldn’t be thrilled about this?You know that moment when you just want to grab your phone and text your best friend about the amazing thing that just happened? Yeah, that’s me right now.Except I can’t. Because I fucking lied to her. So I guess I’d better keep this one to myself.Still, I feel so thrilled.“Are you ready?” Kai asks beside me.The smile already plastered on my face stretches wider. “For my first ride? Hell yeah.”“First ride,” he utters, his voice low and calm.I glance at him. For the firs