MasukMaxton's POV.We rushed to the car, our heels almost hot and screeching on the floor. Deej was probably confused, but she wouldn't understand. She wouldn't know what was happening? How long I had prayed for my father to come back, to show up, to answer my call and respond to my million texts. We drove home fast with an alarming speed. Talia asked me to be gentle but I knew she didn't mind the speed. Her hopes were on my father. We both wished he had calmed down and was ready to talk to us. We got home soon enough and as soon as we burst into the house, our heels almost hitting our heads, we were greeted with the sight of Talia's mother. Talia gasped as her mother bowed her head and looked away, her hands clutching against her bag. Soon,my eyes scanned through the travelling bags. What was happening? I asked myself. Where was my father? “Mom, you are back,” Talia took a step closer, longing for a warm hug, but her mother shook her head, forcing an exhausted smile on her lips. “Y
Maxton's POVTalia's eyes darted in curiosity. She longed to know what we were talking about. But it wasn't time yet. It would only upset her and make her worried if I revealed it to her.“Trust me, Talia, it is nothing important,” I said, my voice cutting through the air. She nodded with a stiff smile and turned her back completely against us. She pretended to engage her interest in a painting on a wall, but seconds later, she walked into the class to pick up her bag.As soon as she left us alone, Deej pulled out her phone, she drew closer and showed me some screenshots on her phone. “I told you I was going to help you,” she mouthed. “Look, I found something,” she shoved the phone to my face, but I wasn't too sure on what I was looking at. “What's that?” I asked. “It's your company and Barms' corps, Mr Barnes company.” Of course,how could I forget about Deej's promise? I had told her not to get herself involved, but she did anyway and now we were here. I swiped through the scr
Talia's POV. “Four thousand dollars!” Kyle gasped in shock. “What the hell, that's not what we agreed on,” Deej moved back quietly, our ears perking up in curiosity to hear what they had to say. “Remind me again, how much did we agree on,” Joseline leaned on her hips, unwrapping a bubble gum and shoving it in her mouth. “Two thousand dollars, now you doubled it,” Kyle said with a distasteful look. “Well, deal's off. I went through hell just to get these boots from Jlo’s concert. You think I'm going to settle for something not worth my stress?” She slapped Kyle's hands off the box and grabbed it from him. “Hey, what are you doing?” “I'm taking them back, obviously,” she hissed, her hearty gesture wiping off from her face. “Come on, you don't have to be so uptight,” Kyle voiced. “I want this for my girlfriend.” I threw a sudden look at Deej, watching as she covered her mouth with her hands. Her eyes crinkled up with a smile. “Kyle, you didn't have to,” she whispered to herself
Talia's POV. Deej looked like she had a fountain waiting to pour down her cheeks. “Why don't we talk about it over a drink,” I said. We walked to the cafeteria and I led her to a seat. We sat down comfortably. She pressed her legs together and wriggled her feet. “Deej, why do you think he's cheating on you, there should be a reason,” I stated, scooting close to her. “I know your feelings are right, but then again, I feel like it might turn out that he's not cheating and it will be the beginning of your trust issues,” “Fuck trust issues! I'll be heartbroken. I want to trust him but… I went through his phone and you wouldn't believe that he locks every of his chats,” “I have tried asking…” her voice broke down in tears. “Deej, come on don't cry,” I pulled her in for a hug. “You are going to be fine.” “I won't, I don't know what to do. I'm confused,” she mumbled. “Hey,” I pulled away, tightening my grasp on her shoulders. “You're not confused.” “Don't tell me what I'm not, you'
Talia's POV I might be the first person to see my principal cry. The tears didn't exactly fall off her cheeks, but her eyes watered up, her shoulders hunched and her hands twitched anxiously. I swallowed hard and pressed my lips together. “God, what have I done?” I said in my head. Principal Riles was the least person I thought I would ever pity, but at the moment, she had every pity I could muster up. If I hadn't taught myself any restraints, I would have hugged her and apologized for my statements. I never noticed I was being insensitive. Bambi was super popular but not everybody liked her, some hated her for just existing, and some had every reason to hate her. I must have been stupid to think Bambi must have not crossed principal Riles, I was ignorant to think the principal was insufferable. “Ma'am,” I muttered, moving a step closer. “I did not mean to upset you,” I clamped my fist and hit it softly on my chest as though I was trying to stop myself from choking. “Goodnes
Talia's POV. Principal Riles, she was the least person I wanted to see right now… after Bambi. I placed my hand on my thighs, looking away as her eyes reeled closer for a reaction. “Are you okay?” She asked after a brief silence. “Yes,” I blinked profusely. “Of course.” She waited for a few seconds and gestured her arms forward. “Don't you think you should…. You know, go and meet her,” “Right now?” I replied almost immediately. “Yes,” “So what about the test? I really don't want to miss it,” I mumbled, sweeping the room with my eyes. “Oh this,” she swung her arms forward. “Don't think much about it, we can find a way to take your test later,” she replied, her voice soft.“Okay. Okay!” I rose up from my seat, leaning my hands on the table for support. I glanced at Deej but she wasn't looking at me. Her eyes were fixed on Michaela. She looked like a raging bull in a cage waiting to be let loose to charge at her target. And Micheala? She was cluelessly minding her business. Sh







