Fractured

Ava’s POV

“Concentrate, Ava,” a voice said in my head. I took out my little diary from my bag and started a sketch of Chris—my imaginary boyfriend. Someday, we’ll stroll the streets of Elitis High holding hands, I wrote beside the sketch.

Kia and her friends barged in, snatching my diary and holding it up for the class to see.

Kia knew her rival, so she vowed to frustrate me and make me tired of school. But I wasn’t giving up on Chris.

“Hahaha, timid girl’s in love with somebody’s guy!” Kia mocked, earning laughter from the class.

Liana and Bryan weren’t in yet to defend me. They were my mouthpiece—especially Liana. She was the opposite of me, an extrovert. She had been like a sister to me since I joined Elitis High. We lived on the same street, and I visited her anytime I liked; she did the same too.

My eyes swelled.

Kia grabbed my black hair and dragged me to the front of the class.

“Let go of me, please,” I cried, trying to pull free from her grip.

She shoved me to the ground as one of her friends passed her a marker. Kia drew a skeleton and scrawled beside it: Ava, keep your small ass away. Chris doesn’t even know you exist!

The class roared with laughter.

The door creaked open, and Chris stormed in. His dark hair swept across his forehead, framing his well-carved brows, and his dark blue eyes were sharp and focused. At about 5’9”, with a slim, toned build and flawless skin, he drew a gasp from Kia and her friends the moment he stepped in. He stopped when his eyes found me, huddled in the corner, tears streaming down my face, hair a tangled mess.

No one dared to speak. Surprise flickered in their eyes.

Chris held out his hand and pulled my hair back to reveal my brown eyes. He also gave me a hand up.

“Wow!” the class chorused. Kia’s brows furrowed, and she stormed out with her friends.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice firm but calm.

Chris Westbrook, for the first time since I joined Elitis High, was standing in front of me, showing care.

I nodded. My mouth opened, but the words didn’t come out. Chris noticed the anxiety and smiled as he walked to his desk, and my heart softened.

The side talks that echoed from the classroom played in the background of my mind like a low tape. If only Chris could read my mind, I thought.

Kia and her friends returned, brushing my shoulders as they made their way to their desks and forcing me to return to mine.

Liana followed shortly after. “Hi, Ava,” she said as she reached my desk. “I’ve got something to show you,” she added, taking out her phone.

She played a video of a model on a runway. “She’ll be coming to Elitis High soon,” she said, but I wasn’t showing interest.

“Ava, don’t you know Tessa? Tessa Walker, daughter of Helen Walker. Her father’s late, but she’s a famous figure in the modeling industry and she’ll be coming to Elitis High soon.”

“To do what?” My cold voice questioned, showing I was uninterested.

“To enroll, of course!” she snapped.

I seemed to be the only one who didn’t know Tessa Walker. Liana didn’t just show interest in any random person—you had to be professionally grounded or have a special background.

I grabbed her phone and stared. “She’s pretty,” I admired with a faint smile at the corner of my mouth.

The next day, Chris asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought it was one of my sketches playing out in my head, but it wasn’t. Chris stood in front of me, asking me to be his girlfriend and confessing how he had been nursing secret feelings for me.

My mouth dropped. Chris Westbrook had loved me all along but had been pretending. Oh! That was why he helped me when Kia and her friends bullied me—now I get it.

Without wasting time, I blurted out, “Yes! Yes!! I’ll be your girlfriend.”

That day he kissed me, and since then, I hadn’t gotten that kiss out of my head.

Chris is hot! Believe me, any girl would give in to him without a second thought. But Kia messed up. She started acting proud when Chris asked her out. That got him pissed—so when she finally agreed to go on a date with him, he didn’t show up. Kia waited for hours, and the next day at school, she started making an angry face.

But the rumors kept flying around that the Tessa girl was coming to Elitis High. I wasn’t even freaked out by her or whoever they said she was. I had Chris, the school’s hottest guy, and that’s all that mattered.

On our first date, Chris and I made love. I thought it would be a casual date where we played, visited nice places, and came back home. But I was drunk, after all, so Chris insisted we spend the night in a hotel room. I agreed.

As we got in, Chris took off his shirt to take his shower—but fuck! I saw it all. His firm masculine figure, hidden under those shirts. His six-pack abs, pink lips, and firm arms. My nipples became hard. I had already taken my shower and was lying flat on the bed, facing up. My nighties were a silk, loose top with tiny straps and shorts that stopped just below my full, round butt. I was wet and horny. A moment I had been waiting for.

Chris took off his trousers and I saw it— An erect cock, sticking its head out of his boxers. My heart skipped as the burning desire to have me lingered in his eyes.