I’LL FUCK YOU AGAIN

Ava’s POV

Aunt Margaret placed her palm on my head. “I think you’re having a fever, Ava?” she said when I returned from throwing up in the toilet.

I nodded. “Yes, Aunt. I went to see Dr. Dane. He said I should get enough rest and drink more water,” I lied.

“He didn’t prescribe any medication?” she asked, her face twisting with worry.

I shook my head. “I’m fine, Aunt,” I said, walking out of her sight. “We should get started with the cooking before it gets late. I’m hungry.”

She followed me as we headed to the kitchen.

The next day at school, I communicated with Bryan with a blink, and he understood. I didn’t think anyone knew I was pregnant. Chris hasn’t spread the news yet, I thought.

As I sat at my desk, I stared secretly at Liana. It still felt like a dream. Everything was now flashing through my mind like a rewinded tape. Liana had been behind it all this time?

So you could be this dangerous? I thought, my gaze fixed on her. She looked at me from the corner of her eyes, and we both understood what lay behind those stares—hatred, pain, and the hunger for revenge. Even if I let everyone else go scot-free, I would never let Liana escape punishment. She had taken me for a fool all this while.

A ping interrupted my thoughts. I looked—it was Bryan’s W******p message. I found it, the first message read. My eyes dropped to the second, which came after a long typing pause.

That was an edited video. Liana was the one passionately kissing Chris, not Kia. Kia was never involved with Chris. I hacked into Steve’s chat with Alex and discovered this.

Something deadly burned inside me. I raised my head, and Liana’s eyes met mine.

“Ava!” The teacher’s voice jolted me out of my thoughts.

“In short, everyone should submit your phones! I’ve said it a million times—if you must keep your phone in my class, it shouldn’t be a distraction!” Mr. Johnson’s voice boomed through the room, angry and loud.

Chris and Kia weren’t in school today. Their desks sat empty. Maybe he was too ashamed to face me. As Mr. Johnson stepped out, the students rushed to the front table to grab their phones. I stood to get mine too, but Tessa yanked my hair.

“Cheap hole!” she spat, drawing loud gasps from the class. Before she could speak again, I fought back, grabbing her hair and shoving her to the ground before she could think of her next move.

Bryan jumped up and yelled, “No, Ava! You can’t do that to Tessa!”

I rushed at her, pulling her up by the hair and landing a hard slap across her face. From the corner of my eye, I saw Liana watching—her hatred was dangerous, but mine was even more so. I wouldn’t fight her; she was stronger. But I would ruin her life until she cursed the day she knew me.

Bryan rushed toward me, but I warned him to stay out of it. Tessa used the moment to slap me across the face. I grabbed her hair again and slammed her head against the whiteboard. Her nose began to bleed. I shoved her toward the entrance—straight into Mrs. Blackwood, the principal of Elitis High, who had likely come after hearing about the fight.

“Enough!” she yelled, ordering us into her office.

We sat on the leather chairs as she placed a first-aid box in front of Tessa.

“One of the rules of this school is never to be involved in violence,” she said, wiping the blood from Tessa’s nose with cotton wool. She walked to the trash can and dropped it in.

“I’ve never seen you fight, Ava. Why now?” she asked as she walked back to us.

“She came at me first,” I blurted, my chest rising and falling.

She turned to Tessa, looked at her intently, then back at me.

“And you retaliated? Weren’t you supposed to call a teacher—or even me?”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Blackwood. It won’t happen again,” I said, my expression unreadable. I didn’t regret it. I wasn’t remorseful at all.

I returned to class. Bryan rushed over, but I ignored him, picked up my phone, and went back to my desk.

“Ava, I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just concerned—you could have injured her badly if I hadn’t interfered.”

I looked up at him. “You’re nursing feelings for her, aren’t you?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

I tuned out whatever he said after. I opened my bag, grabbed my phone, and tapped on W******p. Chris’s chat was pinned, but now his profile picture was blank. I clicked it—it opened larger, and I confirmed it. He had blocked me. My chest tightened.

I reread Bryan’s message, letting it sink in.

Steve was involved after I had fulfilled my part of the deal. It was break time, so I left for Steve’s class. Bryan and I had agreed on this beforehand—he stayed back in class.

Steve was watching a movie on his phone, earphones in. I pulled them out to get his attention. He turned, realizing it was me. “Ava, why are you here?” he asked, his voice rough.

I wanted to lash out at him, but something told me not to.

“Steve, I have something I’d like to discuss with you.” I glanced around—this wasn’t the right place. “But not here.”

A flirtatious smile curled at the corner of his mouth. “So, where do you want us to go, Ava?” he asked, sounding almost caring. To some extent, Steve was a good guy, maybe even boyfriend material—but that wasn’t why I was here.

“The fields,” I said, raising a brow. He nodded, and we headed out.

As we stepped into the doorway, we almost ran into Liana. She was standing there, her face twisted with anger and pain. I shot her a disgusted look as I walked past with Steve. He didn’t even acknowledge her presence, walking by as if she were a statue.

Bryan’s eyes met mine as I passed my class, heading out of the building and into the open space toward the fields.

We sat under one of the trees; other students had already taken the nearby spots.

“It’s about my tuition fees,” I began. “You helped me get into Elitis High, and now I want you to keep paying until we graduate.”

His eyes narrowed.

“That’s a lot, Ava.”

“I know, Steve. I know you’re just a young guy trying to survive like you don’t have parents—but I’ll pay you back!” I blurted.

His shoulders dropped. “How?” His voice suddenly grew small.

“I’ll sleep with you again.”

A long silence stretched between us as our gazes locked, both our minds racing.

“I’ll fuck you again, Steve.”