I know everyone was shocked because as they say, no one has ever stood up against Liam before and I'm glad to be the first person to do that.
I mean who does he think he is? Just because he's rich and handsome doesn't mean he should be an asshole. "Zara!" a voice snapped me out of thoughts. I looked around till my eyes landed on the principal who was standing at the door. "To my office," she said and walked out without a backward glance. I sighed and got up from my seat, ignoring all the whispering that was going on. It was obvious to why I was being called at the principal's office but I didn't even care. "Zara....." "I'll be fine," I cut Kaylee off, reassuring her with a slight smile. I called out and went straight to the principal's office to see Liam and Beatrice already there. Liam was wearing a new T-shirt now and he was looking at hot as hell. The white shirt hugged every bit of his upper muscles perfectly and I fought the urge to touch him. " Done staring," His cold voice snapped me out of it. I just scoffed and rolled my eyes to cover up the fact that I had been caught red-handed. "You called for me," I said, averting my gaze to the principal. "Yes, I called you for a reason,.as we all know," she said and I scoffed inwardly. As if someone will just be called for nothing. "You know this school is the face of anti-bullying." I wanted to laugh hard at those words because it was so ironic. "And we have several CCTV footages of you bullying and harassing Liam and Beatrice, which is against the rules.” I almost laughed at her statement. I mean take a good look at Liam, does he look like he can be bullied. “And given how soft he is, I can tell you’re giving him a hard time.” I immediately burst out laughing because I couldn’t hold it anymore. Like what did they see in the footages? Was Liam bowing to me and begging me or what? “What’s so funny?” The principal asked, clearly annoyed. “I…I so sorry. I didn’t mean to but do you know how hilarious you sound right now? I mean take a good look at him,” I said turning to Liam. “Does it look like I can bully him?” “Zara!” The principal yelled. I stopped laughing even though one could tell from my face that laughter could burst out and moment. “Because of your actions, we’ll also have to take immediate actions. I’ll call your dad and let him know you’re being expelled.” I saw a triumphant smile on Liam’s and Beatrice’s lips as the principal said this. I can bet you a thousand bucks that they did not, and, I repeat did not anticipate my next move. “Hold on! Hold on a minute,” I said, grabbing the telephone from the principal’s ear and putting it back now. “Before you call my parents or my dad…whatever, don’t you think I deserve a chance to speak? Come on even criminals are given chances to talk in the interrogation room.” “This is not an interrogation room,” Beatrice said and I rolled my eyes in annoyance. “Then it’s a court room, since the judge has already passed her verdict.” I smiled and turned to the principal. “But your honor,” I said, sarcastically. “Everyone deserves to talk in a courtroom right? So why did you listen to just one side of the story?” The principal’s face as soon as she heard this. “Don’t I get a chance to speak?” “Go on….say whatever you want to say,” she said and I smiled, mouthing a thank you. “Give me a second,” I winked before walking out. I quickly walked to my locker to get what I needed and walked back to the office. “Zara you think this is joke right?” The principal scoffed as I walked in. I placed a blue file on her table, earning a questioning gaze from the whole room. “What is this?” She asked, irritated. “This is the list of all the students that left this school. Mostly girls,” I shrugged. “And what has this got to do with what is going on?” Liam spoke for the first since we entered the office. “I’m glad you asked. You see before I came to this school, I had heard a lot about the school from my awesome best friend Kaylee.” Beatrice rolled her eyes but I cared less. “I found out that several students were leaving the school which was odd because this is one of the best schools in the country.” “What are you trying to prove?” Liam asked again. “I’m glad you asked, again,” I flashed a fake smile. “So I needed to find the reason behind students leaving the school and as we all know, my dad is a lawyer so I have a bit of the blood in me. I did my research and it turns out they all left because of one thing……” I paused, trying to make it more dramatic. “Bullies,” I said when I built the enough anticipation. “Bullies?” They all asked, confused. “Yes bullies…. One girl even attempted suicide. What’s her name again?” I tapped my chin as if I was as thinking hard. “Ahah!!!!!! Rose….I think Beatrice here is knows who I’m talking about. Rosy the loser, wasn’t that the nickname you gave her?” I watched with joy as her face turned pale. “She doesn’t know what you’re talking about,” Liam answered, coming between Beatrice and me. In other words he was shielding her away from me. “And I have a long list of other people who have been bullied by Liam or Beatrice or both of them just because they attend this school on scholarship. You two think because your parents are trustees of the school and they sign huge check so the school belongs to you.” “Zara….you should know your limits, know where you’re standing and don’t make baseless accusations,” The principal said in a threatening voice but I didn’t care because I was going to put her in her place. “Baseless accusations?” I chuckled. “The proof is on your table Miss Principal. Why don’t you check the file? You’ll find lots of evidences there. From the bullying, to the corruption, to bribery and to the teachers who are having sexual relations with students. The list goes on.” I could see that the principal was trying to hide her fear and that’s just what I wanted. “I also know something…..something that could ruin your life and your whole career. Do you want me to say it?” “Enough!” The principal yelled, making me frown at her piercing voice. “Don’t you say other word,” she said her voice shaking slightly. I zipped my lips and threw the imaginary keys away. “You….you are not going to say one more word,” she said and I nodded. “So she’s going to leave here unpunished?” Beatrice said making me roll my eyes. “You made an innocent girl attempt suicide yet you’re here,” I said, feeling a bit angry. “Everyone keep quiet. We’re not going to escalate this anymore. Zara apologize to them.” Is she kidding me? Someone please tell me this is a joke. “Me? Apologize to them? Not happening.” “I just hate your arrogance,” I heard Liam say. “Then get used to it,” I rolled my eyes and walked out without being dismissed. And before you tell me I forgot the evidence, let me tell you this. We live in the 21st century and no rational person should have just one copy of their evidences so they might try to destroy the now and I’ll provide a new one when the time is right. *************** “Zara are you ok? Are you in trouble?” Kaylee asked me with a concerned face. “Me? Do I look like I’m in trouble?” I chuckled, watching her concern turn to confusion. “But the principal called you to her office.” “Yes she did Kaylee, but everything has been settled now and………” “Is that what you think?” I heard someone say behind me, or lemme put it this way, I heard the annoying voice I was getting familiar to,say. I turned to see Liam and Beatrice behind me. “The two of you again? Geez, why can’t you just leave me. Don’t you have a life? What were the two of you doing with your lives before I came to this school.” “Watch your back Zara. After that stunt you pulled in the principal’s office, I will advice you to watch your back and sleep with one eye open,” Liam said in a soft but dangerous tone that made me shiver but I refused to back down. “Let’s see what you can do then,” I smirked, never breaking eye contact with him.Hello everyone. I know it’s been a while since I updated but updates will be regular from now on
LIAM The day went by swiftly as it should but my brain was in a mess, especially when I see her acting as if nothing happened. She doesn’t deserve to be happy. She deserves to be punished. She deserves to pay for all the humiliation she put me through and I’m going to deal with her in the worse way possible. I just need to figure it out. “Hey man, you coming for practice?” Levi asked and I nodded, grabbing my bag and walking out of the classroom before the other boys followed me. I was so lost in thoughts about her that I didn’t even realize they were planning another pool party. “Liam, are you ok?” Mason asked, placing an arm over my shoulder. I nodded and quickened by pace instead to the changing room. I threw my bag into my locker and changed into my jersey before taking the lead to the basketball court. Training soon started and I was a mess, I threw the basketball into the net for the fifth time today and missed. You want to know why? It’s because of
LIAM I drive out of the school after basketball practice with Beatrice sitting in the front seat. She must have noticed my spoilt mood so she didn’t say anything throughout the ride. “I’ll see you in school tomorrow,” I said, without sparing her a glance as I pulled up in front of her house. “My parents are in, I think you should come say hi,” she offered but I quickly declined. “Not today.” She nodded and got down from the car. I immediately drove off, ignoring her as she wave me. I drive straight home and thankfully, no one was around when I arrived. “Good evening sir,” one of the maids greeted me as I walked in. I handed over my bag and jacket to her and walked straight to my room. I needed a fresh shower so I went straight to the bathroom, my mind swirling with frustration. I turned the shower on, letting the cold water cascade down my body, but it did little to distract me from the thoughts of Zara. She had a knack for getting in my way and it infu
ZARA: Nick was standing in front of the school when we arrived. I rolled my eyes in annoyance when I saw Kaylee run to him. “Hi Nick,” Kaylee greeted him cheerfully but I just rolled my eyes again and scoffed before walking past them. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,” I heard Nick tease me but I just ignored him and kept walking. I stopped by my locker and packed a few books before slamming it shut. “Won’t you take anything from your locker?” I turned to ask Kaylee but she and Nick were busy giggling over something. “What now?” I asked exasperated. “You won’t understand sis,” Nick said with a smile. “Sis? Don’t you ever call me that Nick. I am not your sister,” I said angrily, remembering dad’s betrayal all over again. Fresh tears pooled up in my eyes but I took in a deep breath and blinked them back away. “I’ll see you in class,” I told Kaylee before walking away. The bell soon rang and students flooded into the classroom in large
BEATRICE: Watching Liam hold Zara in such a manner made my heart sink. The sight of their banter turning playful and intimate ignited a fiery jealousy within me. I knew it was my idea to make Zara fall in love with Liam so that he could break her heart and ego but seeing them in such a position made me feel like he was going to fall in love with her for real. “What that all about?” I asked, anger laced in my voice. “What was what?” Liam asked, picking on French fry from Matteo’s plate and tossing it into his mouth. “What were you doing with Zara?” I pressed further. “Nothing,” Liam shrugged casually. “Liam. I saw you holding her waist. I saw the way she looked at you. I saw you…..” “Isn’t that what you wanted?” Liam’s words make me choke on mine. “Wasn’t it your idea? Did you not want me to get her to fall in love with me so that I can break her heart?” His words made my heart beat faster. The reality of my actions were now hitting me. What if Liam actually
The final bell rang and I all but bolted from my seat, stuffing my books into my backpack with the grace of a sleep-deprived raccoon. School drained me enough without the added headache of navigating the social landmines that came with Beatrice and her ever-watchful gaze.She’d been acting strange lately. Not her usual cold and calculated self—but tense. Uneasy. Almost as if something was unraveling, and I couldn’t help but notice that Liam was always somewhere in the background of that fray. He’d been… different. Looking at me longer. Smirking more often. And earlier that day in the hallway, when he caught me by the waist after I nearly slipped on a spilled coffee, it felt like the whole world paused for a second too long.I hated that. I hated him.The air outside was crisp, sunlight spilling across the parking lot as I made my way toward the sidewalk. My headphones were in, volume turned up to ignore the usual crowd of students piling into cars and buses.And then I saw him.Liam.
The hallways were buzzing when I walked into school the next morning—voices overlapping, sneakers squeaking, the usual hum of teenage chaos. I kept my head down, slipping through the crowd like a shadow. After last night at Liam’s house, I thought I’d shaken him off. That once the project was behind us, so was he. I was wrong. Because as I turned the corner toward my locker, there he was. Liam. Leaning against the metal like it was his personal throne, one foot crossed casually over the other, his head tilted just enough to look annoyingly cool. His tie was loose, blazer unbuttoned, and the grin he wore when he saw me was just shy of smug. My stomach did that stupid flip again—the one I hated. The one that meant danger. “Good morning, sunshine,” he said, pushing off the locker like he’d been waiting there all his life. I blinked, caught completely off guard. “What are you doing?” “Waiting for you,” he replied, as if it was obvious. “I figured after the quality bonding session
I should’ve said no.When Liam asked if I wanted to get ice cream, my mouth said “sure” before my brain could catch up. Probably because it felt easier than going back to the cafeteria, where Nick’s arm would still be wrapped around Kaylee like a damn possession, and where I’d have to keep pretending I was fine.So now we were here.At Sweet Daze, the annoyingly aesthetic ice cream shop two blocks from school, with hanging plants, neon signs, and a chalkboard menu that listed flavors like “lavender honey” and “blueberry basil.”Liam was already at the counter, confidently ordering a double scoop of espresso fudge in a waffle cone like he came here every weekend. I lingered behind, arms crossed, trying not to look like this was the first time I’d ever hung out with him voluntarily.“Your turn, hurricane,” he said, stepping aside and looking at me like he expected me to be difficult.“Don’t call me that,” I muttered, scanning the board.“Come on, it suits you.”“Fine. Then I’m calling y
Home didn’t feel like home anymore. The walls were the same—light gray with the little scuff marks near the baseboards from when I used to drag my desk chair around. My books were still stacked in the corner, alphabetized, untouched. Even my favorite hoodie was still hanging from the bedpost, exactly where I’d left it the day I walked out. But everything felt different now. Off. Maybe it was because this wasn’t just my home anymore. It was Nick’s too. After Mom left Dad and I became this two-person universe. And the woman I called her a second mother, well she did actually try to get me to open up, in other words, she tried to replace my mother but I hate her guts. Then I couldn’t take it anymore and moved to Kaylee’s. I just wished they would leave me alone but two weeks later, dad and Nick showed up with the police. They said a bunch of things like how I wasn’t eighteen and didn’t have the right to decide for myself and blah, blah, blah. So here I was. Back in a house I
LIAM I shouldn’t have hit record. I don’t even remember doing it. Just a stupid impulse—something Beatrice suggested in passing, some twisted insurance that the plan was working. “Keep a little trophy,” she’d said, half-laughing. “So we can play it back when she realizes she was just a pawn.” At the time, I didn’t think twice. I didn’t think much at all. I just tapped record on my phone and slid it into my jacket pocket that night under the stars. And now I was back in my basement, sitting on one of the worn-out couches, surrounded by the people I used to think were the only ones who mattered. My guys—Matteo,Lucas, Levi and Mason —were sprawled across bean bags and armchairs, all wearing the same smug expressions. Beatrice was perched on the arm of the couch beside me, manicured hand lazily wrapped around a wine cooler she hadn’t asked permission to open. Her two shadows—Lena and Skye—were whispering and snickering like we were in middle school again. I hated the sound of it.
I told myself a thousand times I wasn’t going to get in the car. I’d even picked out a book to “casually” read in bed, just in case anyone asked. But when Liam’s headlights appeared outside my window right on the dot at 7:30, my stomach twisted, and my legs moved before my brain could stop them. The air was sharp, cool against my skin as I stepped outside. Liam stood leaning against his car, arms crossed, eyes already on me like he’d been waiting for hours. “Wow,” he said, grinning. “I thought I’d have to text your dad to come drag you out.” “You don’t have my dad’s number,” I muttered, trying not to smile. “You don’t know that.” I rolled my eyes, but my pulse was already racing. We drove in silence at first. Not the awkward kind—something more… expectant. The windows were slightly down, letting in just enough of the breeze to carry the scent of pine and autumn. His playlist hummed in the background—low-fi, soft, and nothing like what I imagined Liam Knight would listen to. He
Home didn’t feel like home anymore. The walls were the same—light gray with the little scuff marks near the baseboards from when I used to drag my desk chair around. My books were still stacked in the corner, alphabetized, untouched. Even my favorite hoodie was still hanging from the bedpost, exactly where I’d left it the day I walked out. But everything felt different now. Off. Maybe it was because this wasn’t just my home anymore. It was Nick’s too. After Mom left Dad and I became this two-person universe. And the woman I called her a second mother, well she did actually try to get me to open up, in other words, she tried to replace my mother but I hate her guts. Then I couldn’t take it anymore and moved to Kaylee’s. I just wished they would leave me alone but two weeks later, dad and Nick showed up with the police. They said a bunch of things like how I wasn’t eighteen and didn’t have the right to decide for myself and blah, blah, blah. So here I was. Back in a house I
I should’ve said no.When Liam asked if I wanted to get ice cream, my mouth said “sure” before my brain could catch up. Probably because it felt easier than going back to the cafeteria, where Nick’s arm would still be wrapped around Kaylee like a damn possession, and where I’d have to keep pretending I was fine.So now we were here.At Sweet Daze, the annoyingly aesthetic ice cream shop two blocks from school, with hanging plants, neon signs, and a chalkboard menu that listed flavors like “lavender honey” and “blueberry basil.”Liam was already at the counter, confidently ordering a double scoop of espresso fudge in a waffle cone like he came here every weekend. I lingered behind, arms crossed, trying not to look like this was the first time I’d ever hung out with him voluntarily.“Your turn, hurricane,” he said, stepping aside and looking at me like he expected me to be difficult.“Don’t call me that,” I muttered, scanning the board.“Come on, it suits you.”“Fine. Then I’m calling y
The hallways were buzzing when I walked into school the next morning—voices overlapping, sneakers squeaking, the usual hum of teenage chaos. I kept my head down, slipping through the crowd like a shadow. After last night at Liam’s house, I thought I’d shaken him off. That once the project was behind us, so was he. I was wrong. Because as I turned the corner toward my locker, there he was. Liam. Leaning against the metal like it was his personal throne, one foot crossed casually over the other, his head tilted just enough to look annoyingly cool. His tie was loose, blazer unbuttoned, and the grin he wore when he saw me was just shy of smug. My stomach did that stupid flip again—the one I hated. The one that meant danger. “Good morning, sunshine,” he said, pushing off the locker like he’d been waiting there all his life. I blinked, caught completely off guard. “What are you doing?” “Waiting for you,” he replied, as if it was obvious. “I figured after the quality bonding session
The final bell rang and I all but bolted from my seat, stuffing my books into my backpack with the grace of a sleep-deprived raccoon. School drained me enough without the added headache of navigating the social landmines that came with Beatrice and her ever-watchful gaze.She’d been acting strange lately. Not her usual cold and calculated self—but tense. Uneasy. Almost as if something was unraveling, and I couldn’t help but notice that Liam was always somewhere in the background of that fray. He’d been… different. Looking at me longer. Smirking more often. And earlier that day in the hallway, when he caught me by the waist after I nearly slipped on a spilled coffee, it felt like the whole world paused for a second too long.I hated that. I hated him.The air outside was crisp, sunlight spilling across the parking lot as I made my way toward the sidewalk. My headphones were in, volume turned up to ignore the usual crowd of students piling into cars and buses.And then I saw him.Liam.
BEATRICE: Watching Liam hold Zara in such a manner made my heart sink. The sight of their banter turning playful and intimate ignited a fiery jealousy within me. I knew it was my idea to make Zara fall in love with Liam so that he could break her heart and ego but seeing them in such a position made me feel like he was going to fall in love with her for real. “What that all about?” I asked, anger laced in my voice. “What was what?” Liam asked, picking on French fry from Matteo’s plate and tossing it into his mouth. “What were you doing with Zara?” I pressed further. “Nothing,” Liam shrugged casually. “Liam. I saw you holding her waist. I saw the way she looked at you. I saw you…..” “Isn’t that what you wanted?” Liam’s words make me choke on mine. “Wasn’t it your idea? Did you not want me to get her to fall in love with me so that I can break her heart?” His words made my heart beat faster. The reality of my actions were now hitting me. What if Liam actually
ZARA: Nick was standing in front of the school when we arrived. I rolled my eyes in annoyance when I saw Kaylee run to him. “Hi Nick,” Kaylee greeted him cheerfully but I just rolled my eyes again and scoffed before walking past them. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,” I heard Nick tease me but I just ignored him and kept walking. I stopped by my locker and packed a few books before slamming it shut. “Won’t you take anything from your locker?” I turned to ask Kaylee but she and Nick were busy giggling over something. “What now?” I asked exasperated. “You won’t understand sis,” Nick said with a smile. “Sis? Don’t you ever call me that Nick. I am not your sister,” I said angrily, remembering dad’s betrayal all over again. Fresh tears pooled up in my eyes but I took in a deep breath and blinked them back away. “I’ll see you in class,” I told Kaylee before walking away. The bell soon rang and students flooded into the classroom in large
LIAM I drive out of the school after basketball practice with Beatrice sitting in the front seat. She must have noticed my spoilt mood so she didn’t say anything throughout the ride. “I’ll see you in school tomorrow,” I said, without sparing her a glance as I pulled up in front of her house. “My parents are in, I think you should come say hi,” she offered but I quickly declined. “Not today.” She nodded and got down from the car. I immediately drove off, ignoring her as she wave me. I drive straight home and thankfully, no one was around when I arrived. “Good evening sir,” one of the maids greeted me as I walked in. I handed over my bag and jacket to her and walked straight to my room. I needed a fresh shower so I went straight to the bathroom, my mind swirling with frustration. I turned the shower on, letting the cold water cascade down my body, but it did little to distract me from the thoughts of Zara. She had a knack for getting in my way and it infu