로그인Eliana's POVBefore I could perfectly put all of these thoughts together and process what I could possibly be thinking…"Excellent choice." Ms. Steph said, and then continued. "Eliana is our top student."Honestly, that was when I was fully convinced that it was actually me that one of those guys had referred to … that he wanted me to shadow him. Not Sara, who had practically launched herself out of her seat trying to be picked. Not any of the other twelve hands that had gone up before I even registered what the question was.Me. The girl who hadn't even raised her hand.I sat back slightly in my seat and let that settle, because it needed a second.Ms. Steph scanned the room again. "Now, we still need a shadow guide for the other. Who's interested?"She said it heartily, like she was genuinely asking, even though the answer was obviously going to be the same chaos as the last time. And right on cue, almost all the girls raised their hands again. A few of them added sound effects this
Eliana's POVNow, I was already seated in my classroom waiting for the teacher to come in.The room had that usual pre-class energy of low conversations, the sound of bags being unzipped, someone's playlist leaking through their earphones loud enough for the whole row to hear. As much as I know, that was normal and manageable. You know, it was the kind of noise that was easy to tune out when you had something to focus on.I was still previewing my classwork, pen moving across the margin where I'd flagged something from yesterday's notes that didn't sit right with me, when the noise of cheers from almost the whole class caught me unaware.I looked up.Ms. Steph, our form teacher, was walking in — and the two guys were right behind her.I set my pen down slowly.Of all the classes in this school. Of all the form groups, all the possible classrooms they could have been assigned to … they walked into mine. Both of them. Together. Like the universe had looked at my morning and decided it w
Eliana's POVAs the students rushed out to feed their eyes, I wouldn't be the only one left behind.I grabbed my bag and followed, though slower than the rest of them …. I was the last to get there as they all left before I did. But for real, I really wanted to know what they were fussing about. Because the noise levels alone told me it was worth seeing. Besides, if I didn't show up, how would you know what eventually played out right here? LOLAnd it was really a sight to behold, for real.The convoy that rolled through Bentley High's gates was not subtle about itself. Not even a little. We're talking a Rolls-Royce Cullinan leading the pack, followed by a blacked-out Bentley Bentayga, a Mercedes-Maybach, a Range Rover Sport, and what I was almost certain was a Lamborghini Urus bringing up the rear … all moving in slow, deliberate procession like they owned the road and every road adjacent to it. The revving sound of the car tires when it was about to finally pull up was really out of
Eliana's POVJust at that moment, I propped up in the car where I laid down, as it just occurred to me that I was sleeping and had a terrible dream which I just woke up from.Breathing so heavily and looking almost scared.I pressed my back against the car seat and just stayed there for a second with my hand flat against my chest, waiting for my heart to calm down and remember that it lived in a body, not a racetrack. The morning light was already bleeding through the windscreen in thin pale strips and I blinked against it, trying to pull myself back to reality.That was when I was reminded of the scary dream that I just had.I couldn't put myself together because even though it was all a dream, somehow I could feel that there was some real connection. Like it hadn't fully let go of me yet. Like some part of it was still sitting in my chest, watching me from the inside."That dream again?" I thought to myself.It was the same two faces. The same corridor. The same feeling of something
Eliana's POVWith the look on their faces, I was already getting uncomfortable with all of that.And I mean ‘uncomfortable’ in the way that made my skin prickle and my brain start sending signals that my legs hadn't quite agreed to act on yet. I didn't know these two. I had never seen them before today even though at the same time, it still felt like I had seen them before now. And yet they were standing here, hands still resting on my shoulders like they had every right to, looking at me like I was something they had been searching for.That alone should have been enough to make me scream."Seriously…" I managed to say, then faked a huff of relief to buy myself a second to think. "…you guys can let me go, please."The one on my right didn't move."I can't let you go," he said.His voice was calm. Not aggressive, not threatening, rather it was just certain. The kind of certainty that didn't need to raise its volume because it already knew it was right.I blinked. "Excuse me?"And befo
Eliana's POV"Aaaargh … stop, STOP!"Even with the scream tearing out of my throat, I was dragged and shoved hard against the iron bookshelf lining the school corridor. My back hit it first, and the impact rattled through my entire spine like something had cracked loose inside me.I hissed through my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut for a second before forcing them back open. I couldn't afford to zone out right now. Not with Sara Owen standing three feet in front of me looking like she'd been planning this moment since she woke up this morning.Knowing Sara … she probably had.“You both need to make her feel this pain to the core.” Sara snapped and let out a devilish smirk."Can you just stop?" I screamed out helplessly as the two girls on either side of me tightened their grip on Sara’s order, one on each arm, pinning me against the shelf like I was something that needed to be mounted to a wall.I twisted. Pulled. Yet, it was no use.This was like the everyday routine for the longest ti







