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Chapter One – Ava Prescott
Smack!
I watch as one of my teammates slaps the new girl, Rita, in her face so hard her neck twists unnaturally to the other direction. My fingers shake a little as I pretend to be uninterested and scroll on my phone. My perfectly manicured fingers tapped away at the screen. I didn’t want to get involved.
“How dare a nobody scholarship trash like you try to flirt with the cheer captain’s boyfriend ?” My vice captain and bff, Ashley Hall, demands from Rita.
“I didn’t flirt with him, please, Ava, I swear,” Rita says, looking at me, her lips quivering and her eyes looking at me pleadingly.
“We accepted you into the team and made you one of us. A ‘scholarship nobody’ like you. We treated you equally. We made sure you were untouchable in this school. You’d have been a doormat if not for the uniform you’re wearing.” Ashley says, backing Rita into the lockers and out of my view.
“Ava, please. I’m sorry. I would never betray you. Trust me.” She pleads, knowing that I’m the only one with enough authority to stop Ashley.
I sigh, annoyed that she’d mention my name when Ashley and the girls were the ones giving her a tough time. I don’t want to be here anymore, so I turn to leave, heading back to the classrooms. I hadn’t asked them to bully her, but then again, I didn’t stop them either. In fact, a tiny part of me felt satisfied that the social climbing slut was getting what she deserved, and i didn’t even have to lift a finger. That was just a perk of being queen bee and having people who worshipped you.
I turn the corner only to nearly walk into Maddox Callahan, golden boy, star player and the captain of our school hockey team. My boyfriend.
I wrap my hands around his neck immediately, my face lighting up. Maybe it was to mark my territory as others were watching us. It was expected. I was Ava Prescott, captain of the East Rivers University cheer team, Pretty, popular, stinking rich and dating Maddox. Everyone wants to either fuck me or be me.
A frown forms on Maddox’s face, and he puts me at arm's length.
“Um, what’s wrong?” I asked hesitantly, tucking strands of golden blonde hair behind my ears.
‘What’s going on with you, Ava ?” Maddox lashes out at me, causing more heads to snap at us.
“What do you mean ?” I asked in a composed manner, schooling my features just as my parents had always taught me, masking my emotions from the public eye.
I was going to keep being perfect despite everything.
“I heard you and your cheer girls took Rita away from class.” He says in a tone that is already accusatory.
“What? Can’t we pull a member of our own team out of class without you badging in? I didn’t know your captaincy of the hockey team extended to the cheer team also .” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Ava, don’t give me that bull shit. You know you didn’t just pull her out of class for some cheer meeting.”
“So what did I pull her out for then ?” I jutted out my chin confidently, hoping he’d let it go. Did he not care that people were watching and listening?
“Let's find out.” He grabbed my arm painfully, leading me back towards the lockeroom.. Or more likely the drama.
“Ah- Let go of me.” I try to pry his fingers off, but it doesn’t work. This is a six foot well built hockey player.
People followed us, wanting to see more. The golden couple were having a disagreement.. Cameras were clicking away at us.
“Are they fighting ?” Someone asks.
“Yes, over the new girl. The cheer team is bullying her. I’m glad someone can finally stand up to those snobs.” Another responds, adding more fuel to the fire.
This was embarrassing for me. Why was I getting blamed when I didn’t even do anything? My own boyfriend couldn’t even trust me?
Rita had been giving my boyfriend, Maddox, googly eyes and literally throwing herself at him, given every opportunity. She’d run to him with water during games, wear his jersey number and cheer for him the loudest. It was plain disrespectful and against girl code. The girls had noticed and decided to do something about it.
Maddox opens the door into the girls' locker room and barges in, stunning everyone.
The girls are standing around Rita, who is seated on the floor now in just her bra and panties, her cheer uniform on the floor, and her phone in her hand, recording herself. She has tears all over her face. It was obvious the girls had made her do it.
Maddox turns to me with a murderous look in his eyes, his hand squeezing me painfully.
“Ava Prescott, you make me sick to my stomach. I don’t ever want to see your fake ass face anywhere near me. We are over!” He shoves me off, and I fall to the ground. Tears blur my vision at the way he just treated me in front of everyone.
He runs off to Rita and yanks the phone from her hands, smashing it into the floor at Ashley’s feet. She squeals, backing up in fear. The mocking smile on her face was wiped off. The room turns dead silent as the rest of the cheerleaders back away, too. No one dared to say a word.
“I’m sorry, baby girl. I won’t ever let this happen to you again.” He says to Rita before scooping her into his arms, kissing away her tears and taking her out.
I was sick to my stomach. Were they always this close and affectionate? Was I the only one blind to see it? Maddox was my first and only boyfriend. We had been told we were perfect for each other, and our relationship was encouraged from high school. We were the perfect golden couple. I trusted him.
I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life. I just got dumped publicly. Another girl who couldn’t even hold a candle to me was chosen over me. I get a metallic taste in my mouth. I get up from the floor and run out. I don’t even know where I’m going. I just want to be away. I’m going to fucking throw up. Everywhere I turn, everyone is watching their phones and pointing at me.
Just like that, I had quickly become the new topic and ridicule of the school I once reigned over.
"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







