I took his hand, but my stomach twisted. It was Friday, which meant I was supposed to head home for the weekend, back to the Davies’ estate in the suburbs. I thought Peter would take me home, but as we stepped out into the cool night air, he flagged down a taxi, the yellow car pulling up to the curb
Annie POV The Electric Pulse was still alive with music and flashing lights, but the corner where Peter and I sat felt like a bubble of tension, cut off from the pulsing crowd. My heart was still racing from Caleb’s outburst, his drunken accusations echoing in my head—you’re the ruin of us, Annie.
Annie POV The air in The Electric Pulse was thick with the thump of bass and the haze of spilled drinks, but it all faded to a dull roar as Caleb’s words cut through me like a knife. He stood in front of our corner couch, swaying slightly, his beer bottle dangling from his hand, his eyes wild with
But the weight in my chest wouldn’t stay gone. My eyes kept drifting to the edges of the room, half-expecting to see Abby’s face in the crowd, even though I knew she was miles away, probably packing up her life at the Pritchards’ mansion. I faltered, my steps slowing, and Peter noticed immediately.
Annie POV The bass thumped through the club, a pulsing heartbeat that vibrated in my chest as colored lights swept across the dance floor. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and spilled drinks, and the crowd was a blur of bodies moving to the rhythm. I stood near the bar with Pet
“Abby,” Ava started, her voice gentle but firm, “Director Adkins called us this afternoon. He told us about the suspension, the video, Madison… everything.” She paused, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “He’s asked us to come to a meeting tomorrow. Madison’s parents will be there too.” My stoma