I don’t know what, if anything, Mrs. Cole did. Collin told me how she made him tell her about Brant hitting him and how pissed she was. Honestly, I’m a bit surprised. Mrs. Cole seemed like a sweet lady, maybe a bit pushy about his academics but still sweet. I don’t know if she’s made any progress with the Brant issue. He’s still at school, giving us dirty looks whenever he sees us in the halls. Because of what happened between him and Riko, he got a schedule change, so he’s no longer in the same English class with her. Riko said Mister Frost managed to make sure of that. And well, I guess that shows the Frost name is more powerful than Jones. At least he’s kept his damn mouth shut, and beyond the dirty looks hasn’t come near any of us. I have this feeling something big is coming. I don’t know if it’s good or bad. But I can imagine Brant is just biding his time to make an asshole move. For now, I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth, which can I say is fucking weird saying. All I
So other than the whole Brant situation, the dance was a good time. Zach’s the only miserable one, and I owe that guy two dozen vegan donuts from Dunkin. Mostly their banana pudding, pb&j, and the pistachio raspberry. The dude would live on those three flavor donuts if he didn’t know he’d have to work twice as hard to keep in shape. I don’t know. Personally, I’m not a big donut guy. To each their own. Speaking of each their own, I’m shocked Amy agreed to come with James. I knew that James asking how I snagged his sister was sus. I just didn’t think he’d have set his sights on Amy, a girl he helped torment about her weight. He better not screw it up. Amy’s a sweet girl, and I know his sister would kick his ass all over the city if he messes with Amy. And how close the girls are, if our girls get pissed at James, we guys will have to beat his ass. Not an outcome he wants, especially with Isaiah and Lucas. But he was good the whole dance. When I managed to take my eyes off Cassidy, I
Things were all falling into place. These last few months of school have probably been the best since I transferred to Ravenwood. And as unexpected as it is, Collin Cole is the reason why. Brant got expelled, and I haven’t had to see his face. Sure, he didn’t do time for his crimes, but he lost his followers, got arrested, and was forced to pay fines for trespassing and damaging Collin’s car. Riko’s been making great strides in her therapy. She was not just getting past her fear of being in the front seat of a car, either. She’s told me she opened up and is working on her issues with her dad and talking about her mother, a woman she barely remembers. Her facing her trauma head-on got me back to my therapist more regularly. My therapist has praised the progress I’ve been making. Mainly my progress in my aversion to intimacy. No, Collin and I still haven’t gotten past heavy petting. But I’m ready for that to change. I want to move forward in our relationship, to know that as we atte
“Collin, come with me.” I whispered, grabbing his arm with our stuff in hand. “Um… okay. Where are we going?” Collin furrowed his brow as I led him out of the dance. I feel no regrets for leaving early. I told our friends we’d find our way home before I went to see him at the drink table. “You’ll see.” I answered, leading him into the elevator. I didn’t let him ask more questions in the elevator as I pulled him down, kissing him. I wanted to stop his questions and ease my nerves. His lips are damn good at putting me at ease. Time to see what else they are good at. My plan was working, at least for the elevator ride. But as soon as it dinged, I had to pull away and lead Collin down the hall to the deluxe garden view room I reserved. “Um… Cass. We’re in the main part of the hotel. What’s going on?” Collin questioned, looking around a bit confused. “While being clueless is one of your cute qualities, I know you are smarter than this.” I rolled my eyes, put my keycard into the l
Nine, nine years! Can you believe it? It’s been NINE years since we graduated from Ravenwood. It’s insane how much life has changed since my senior year of high school. I know you’re all here to get the deets on our lives since Cassidy and I got together. And I’ll tell you everything, promise. I think I’ve got time to recap nine years before we meet our friends for the holiday lights at the waterfront park. So you already know we both were going to Boston University. We got an apartment together with mild concerns, prompted mainly by my mom. It wasn’t anything super big or nice like Riko and the brothers shared. We didn’t have that kind of cash. So we split rent on a one-bedroom place near campus. We quickly learned that living together would be a nightmare if we didn’t start making some changes. Like I learned, if I left dirty clothes on the floor, they would be thrown at me and told to clean up. I also learned that I get a bottle thrown at my head if I don’t separate recycling
Senior year! Yeah! I should be stoked. And I am. Mainly because it means I graduate and can get away from these prissy fucks. I didn’t want to come to Ravenwood. My mom didn’t want to send us here either. She felt it was too elitist. But my other mom wanted to give James and me the best education available. So off to Ravenwood, we were shipped. We don’t come from money. Thankfully we were eligible for scholarships that helped supplement the tuition fees. I know I’ve probably confused you talking about two moms. So let me get this out of the way now. Yes, I have two moms. They have been married since 2004, when the state legalized gay marriage. And yes, I know I’m going to be 18, so I was obviously born out of wedlock. This really is an odd term and not really relevant when you account for the fact my ‘dad’ was what I call a turkey baster.
Frost and the other guys were snickering the whole time I was limping through changing. “Looks like Summers strikes again. Maybe start wearing a cup.” Frost taunted, ruffling my hair. “Fuck you, Frost.” I swatted his hand away.“Nah, you’re not my type.” Frost laughed. Despite his joking, I can tell something is off. I won’t dare say I know any of the Frosts well enough to tell you which one I’m dealing with most days.I know that probably makes me sound like some shit friend. But the triplets are fucking good at pretending to be the other. It makes it hard to tell. They need fucking name tags. Not that it would work since they’d just swap the tags. They get a kick out of tricking people, of fucking with us.You’d think maybe I’d know the difference based on information. Like does the Frost in English or my lunch period know the details of what happened during gym? Of course, they will
I swear to god I am going to kill Collin Cole. I don’t know why he pisses me off this much. He’s annoyed me the last two years I’ve gone to this school. But it’s like he’s upped his game today. And touching me is the damn last straw.I don’t believe in the bullshit of boys tugging girls’ hair because they like them. My moms raised me to know the difference between friend and foe. And anyone that hurts you, be it physically or emotionally, isn’t your friend. And my one mom taught me to stand up for myself and others.And I swear if it weren’t for Mrs. Graham and not wanting detention, I’d have laid his ass out. As she returned to the front of the room, I glared at Collin. “Keep it up fuckwad, and you’ll find yourself in a full-body cast.” I whispered growled before turning back around in my chair.I wrapped my ponytail up into a bun to ensure he couldn’t touch my hair.