LOGINChapter Four - The clown
God, please, just let the earth open and swallow me whole. I shut my eyes tight, waiting for him to literally troll me to death, but it doesn’t come. Instead, the car comes to a stop.
I open an eye to peek. We are at a cafe.
“Get down.”
“Huh ?” I stare wide-eyed in confusion.
He doesn’t respond, just opens his door and steps out. What is the problem now?
“Where are you going ?”
“To get us something to eat. Come on.”
“I’d eat at home. I don’t trust food places that are unfamiliar. I scrunch my nose at the simple eatery.
“Have you had anything to eat all day?" he asked.
“I had an apple for breakfast.” I shrug.
“Yhhh Exactly.” He shakes his head.
I was starving, yes, but this place was still too close to familiar grounds. Someone might spot us together. I stepped out of the vehicle and followed behind, surveying our surroundings.
I was so upset earlier that I had completely forgotten about food, but the hunger was coming back in full force. My stomach grumbled again.
We walk into the cafe. The waitress gives me a dirty look. All she can see is a girl in a guy’s hoodie at a late hour. I don’t care. She’s beneath me. Not worth my attention.. I get a cup of iced coffee with crackers to munch on.
Zane gets coffee. Black. It suits him.
He sits at a corner booth. The place is empty, but I’m still uneasy.
“Um, can’t we eat in the car ?” I ask, standing at the booth entrance with my stuff in my hands.
“I’m getting a cab for you when you’re done,” he takes out his phone.
” Okay then, hurry up.” He should have just done that in the first place.
“Sit, no one’s going to come. Besides, I have more of a reputation to lose if someone sees us together. ”
“Um, hello, I equally do, Mr. hotshot…”
“Not after you let Maddox Callhan and his new girl kick you to the curb. You literally run with your tails in between your legs.” he chuckled.
“How do you know that ?” I freeze. My cheeks are heating up.
He ignores me, enjoying his coffee.
“Let me see.” I snatch his phone.
He lets me. I open I*******m. The first post is about how Rita and Maddox looked good together, the second is about how much I’m a bully. The third is a video of Maddox pushing me away and going to Rita’s side. The incident is trending
“So everyone in town saw? They know? I didn’t do anything to those people, so why do they hate me ?” My voice shakes. I have been trying to forget about the drama this morning, but it looks like it won’t be going away anytime soon. I guess that is the price you pay for sitting at the top of the pyramid. Everyone is in your business, feigning for a piece of you. This was the break-up of the century, and I was the butt of the joke. The clown.
“Do you even believe that yourself?” Zane asks, finishing the rest of his coffee in one go.
“What do you mean ?”
“Ava, you brought this on yourself. You treat people like shit. You act above and beyond everyone. Like an ice princess.”
“You don’t know me.” I lift my head, raising back my walls.
“I do. I’ve known you since we were kids. You never changed.”
“I don’t know what I was thinking. For a second i thought I could talk to you. I should have known there was a reason we were never friends despite our moms being so close, and it's not because of our schools' rivalry. Thanks for tonight, I’m walking home.”
“You break rules, mouth off to people, then act surprised when it blows up in your face. This is the first time someone's actually held you accountable, and you obviously can’t handle it, so suit yourself.” He stands up to leave, all 6’4 of him towering over me. I wasn’t even a short girl. I was 5’7.
He pauses at the door. “You know, I almost felt sorry for you seeing you out there all alone." He clicked his tongue. "Then I remembered you brought this on yourself.”
Oh hell no, he’s not getting away with this. I follow him outside. Two can play this game of saying hurtful words to one another…
“Fuck you, Zane. There’s a reason you’ve never had a girlfriend. Just stupid flings. Of course, you don’t understand love. You never saw that with your parents.” He freezes. I’d hit a nerve. Good. Zane’s father had been absent from his life. He had grown up with my dad as his father figure. He hated it whenever someone mentioned his dad.
“Get the fuck out of here.” He says, not turning to look at me.
“What? Dishing out, but you can’t take?”
“You want to lecture me about love?" He laughed once, cold and humourless. "You're the last person who should be talking. At least I know exactly where I stand with people. You don’t. “
His eyes were ruthless, taking a step closer to me. My jaw tightened.
“You lie to yourself that you’re happy with Maddox. You swallowed every lie he fed you and spread your cunt for him because you were terrified of being the girl who couldn't keep her boyfriend. And after all that..." He laughed bitterly. "He still picked some other girl. You were replaced because Maddox got bored.”
My hands were faster before I realised what I was doing.
Splash!
My caramel-colored drink exploded across his face and expensive uniform. Ice cubes bounced off his chest and clattered onto the floor. Coffee dripped from his hair onto his shoulders.
Zane didn't move. He just stood there. Slowly, he wiped a streak of coffee from his cheek with his thumb. His expression was terrifyingly blank, and that even scared me more.
I stared at the empty cup still clutched in my hand.
...Oh, God.
I had just thrown iced coffee at a six-foot-four NHL prospect who already hated my guts.
My survival instincts kicked in. I don't wait. I spun on my heel and ran.
Cold air whips me in the face, and my lungs feel like they are about to collapse.
Oh my god i’m so dead.
I don’t hear Zane behind me, but I’m too scared to stop running. My shoes hit the damp pavement as I run, streetlights zoom past me.
I don’t want to even imagine the consequences of my actions. So much for not being able to take what you dish.
I see headlights in the distance, driving towards me at full speed.
Fuck, he’s going to kill me. I need to lose him.
I get off the sidewalk, dashing into the woods. I disappeared between the trees.
Branches scraped against my arms as I pushed deeper into the forest. The ground became uneven beneath my feet. Leaves crunched. My breathing grew louder.
Then I hear it, footsteps behind me.
I don’t even get to turn. Strong hands grab my nape and force me to my knees.
“Argh!” I scream, grabbing his arm and scratching it.
“Help! Help me!” I scream into the night air, but it's just the sound of my voice echoing. That scares me even more.
He grabs my wrists with one hand, locking them behind my back and pressing my front against a tree. My breast digs into the hard bark. The sensation is rough. “Nobody is coming to save you, baby girl. Scream all you want. You’d just scream your throat hoarse.”
“Please”, it's the only word I can utter.
“You really shouldn’t have done that.” his hand becomes firmer on my nape.
“You’re right, I’m sorry. I went too far,” I admitted shamelessly, all false bravado gone. My chest rises and falls quicker.
“How are you going to make up for it ?”
“I’d do anything, please just let me go…” I'm whimpering at this point.
“Anything ?” The way he asks makes my stomach twist.
"Former boyfriend, then.""Ashley!"She dissolved into laughter.I threw the popcorn at her.She shrieked, ducking as pieces scattered across the bed.For a few minutes, we were just ourselves again. Two girls making a mess of my bedroom, laughing too loudly, and arguing over absolutely nothing.I had missed that.I had missed feeling like my life was something other than a collection of things I'd lost.When we finally calmed down, Ashley climbed under the blanket beside me and reached for the remote."Can we watch something that doesn't involve a woman crying over a man?"I turned to her."You're the one who picked this movie.""I didn't know the woman was going to cry for forty-five minutes.""Sounds familiar."She gasped.I grinned."Too soon?""You're a horrible person.""And yet you love me.""Unfortunately."She scrolled through the streaming options until she found a comedy. I settled against the pillows, and for the first time that evening, I felt the tension in my shoulders
Chapter Eighty One - The Guy We’re Not Talking AboutAva"I'm just saying, Ava, that man is ridiculously attractive."I pulled the blanket over my head."Go to sleep, Ashley.""No, because you weren't there looking at him the way I was.""I was literally there.""Emotionally, you were traumatized. Your eyes weren't working properly."I dragged the blanket down and glared at her.Ashley sat cross-legged on my bed, wearing one of my oversized T-shirts and a pair of shorts she'd stolen from my wardrobe. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she had a bowl of popcorn resting in her lap. She looked far too comfortable for someone who had invited herself to sleep over and spent the last twenty minutes talking about a man I barely knew.Saint.Apparently, saving me from an aggressive stranger at a party had earned him a permanent position in Ashley's imagination."He's not that attractive," I said.Ashley stopped chewing.Then she slowly lowered the popcorn bowl."Excuse me?"I rolled ont
I stared at him."Move.""Why don't you calm down and have a conversation with me?""Why don't you learn what the word no means?"His expression changed.It was quick, but I saw it. The amusement drained away, leaving something uglier beneath it.He reached for my arm again.I jerked away."Don't touch me.""You're making a scene.""Then move out of my way."He grabbed my wrist.Hard.Pain shot through my arm, and I tried to pull free."Let go of me!"He tightened his grip."Stop acting like a bitch."My heart began to pound.The music was loud enough that no one in the next room could hear us clearly. I glanced toward the kitchen entrance, hoping someone might notice, but a group of people had crowded around the doorway."Get your hands off me," I snapped.He pulled me toward the back door."Come outside. We can talk without you making a spectacle of yourself.""I'm not going anywhere with you!"I twisted my arm, trying to break his grip. He swore and caught my other wrist.For one t
Ava"I said no, Ashley.""And I said you're going."I stared at my best friend through my bedroom mirror as she sat cross-legged on my bed, scrolling through her phone like she hadn't just volunteered me for an evening of social interaction I desperately didn't want."I have cheer practice tomorrow.""So do I, and somehow I'm still capable of attending a party tonight.""Congratulations. Do you want a certificate?"Ashley looked up. "You know what your problem is?"I returned to applying lip gloss. "I have a feeling you're going to tell me.""You've been acting like a widow for weeks."My hand froze.Ashley immediately softened her expression. "Ava...""Don't.""I'm not saying you should be over him.""Then what are you saying?""I'm saying you can't keep doing this to yourself. You wake up, go to class, lead cheer practice, come home, and either sit in your room or go to the ice rink. That's your entire life now.""Sounds peaceful.""It sounds depressing."I put the lip gloss down ha
Ava"Again."I stared at Ashley."Are you serious?""Do I look like I'm joking, Ava?"She stood in the middle of the practice floor with her hands on her hips, her blonde ponytail swinging behind her. Around us, the rest of the squad looked equally exhausted. Priya was bent over with her hands on her knees, while two other girls had collapsed onto the mats.We had been practising the same routine for almost two hours.Two hours of jumps, turns, corrections, and Coach's increasingly creative ways of reminding us that she was the pro at this.I was beginning to think she enjoyed our suffering."From the top," she announced.A collective groan filled the room."Save the drama for the audience," Coach snapped. "The competition isn't going to award you points for looking tired.""At this rate, they might award us points for surviving," Priya muttered beside me.I almost laughed.Almost."Something funny, Ava?" Coach asked.I straightened immediately. "Nope.""Good. Positions."I moved into
ZaneAt seven in the morning, I learned that my father had a strange definition of a welcome home.He gave me a black suit, a gun I had no intention of touching unless necessary, and a file containing the name of a man I had never met.Then he told me I had until midnight to find out why the man had stolen from our family."Find out?" I asked, flipping through the papers. "Or make him talk?"My father sat behind his desk, fastening the cuff of his shirt. "Does the distinction matter?""It matters if you expect me to walk into a situation without knowing what I'm dealing with.""Then learn quickly."I looked down at the photograph in the file.The man was in his fifties, with a receding hairline and a face that seemed perfectly ordinary. His name was Viktor Sokolov. According to the information on the pages, he had worked for the family for nearly fifteen years, overseeing a legitimate shipping company that handled some of our international business.Three nights ago, a shipment had di







