I’m late for my first day at Kings and Queens High...and it’s all Grayson and Isabella’s fault.
First, my alarm mysteriously turned off, which makes me suspect Grayson snuck into my room again after he left. The thought of him standing in the dark, whispering threats, sends a chill down my spine. I shake it off. He can't actually do anything.
I really need to start locking my door.
Then, my preordered uniform somehow disappeared. While I was tearing my room apart looking for it, the devil twins waltzed out of the house, leaving me behind.
With no other choice, I had to take the bus because our driver had already taken my mom and Edward to work, and apparently, the other driver is exclusively for the royal brats.
And now, I find out my mom will have to mail the rest of my clothes because KAQ is a boarding school.
Just perfect.
I step up to the front desk, trying not to look as frazzled as I feel.
“I’d like to enroll for a dorm room, please,” I say quickly, glancing at my schedule. It’s already lunch, which means I’ve missed three whole periods.
The woman at the desk barely looks up as she types into her computer. “Name?”
“Raelynn Walker...” I pause, cringing before correcting myself. “I mean, Blackwell.”
Because, surprise, my mom changed my last name without telling me.
The woman’s fingers pause over the keyboard. She finally looks at me, eyebrows knitting together. “Blackwell? As in Ian Blackwell? Isabella and Grayson Blackwell?”
I frown. “Uh… yeah?”
Her gaze flicks back to the screen, and after a second, she turns to me with an expression I don’t like.
“It says here you’ll be sharing an apartment with one of the twins.”
My stomach drops.
“What?”
“You won’t be in a dorm,” she clarifies. “You’ll be housed in a private apartment with one of them.”
My jaw literally falls open. Since when can high schoolers decide not to live in the dorms?
The only reason I agreed to come to a boarding school was to have my own space in a dorm. Now, I have to live with Isabella, who hates me? Because it can’t be Grayson. He’s a guy.
Obviously.
I pull out my phone and call the twins...again.
Neither of them picks up.
I let out a frustrated sigh and shove my phone back into my pocket. Whatever. I need food before I deal with this mess.
But before I can even make it halfway down the hall, two girls’ step in front of me, all bright smiles and gleaming white teeth.
They look like they just stepped out of a high-fashion ad, their uniforms perfectly tailored, their wrists adorned with Ch*nel and L*uis V*itton. Their whole vibe screams expensive and also fake as hell.
"Hi! You must be Raelynn. I’m Briella, and this is Kimberly." The blonde one stretches out a hand, showing off her perfectly manicured nails.
I hesitate before shaking it, my eyes narrowed in suspicion. The moment she pulls away, I swear she wipes her hand on her skirt, all while maintaining that polished smile.
Kimberly giggles, turning to me. "We’re Isabella’s friends."
“And Grayson.” Briella adds but more like a demand.
Red flags. Everywhere.
“She asked us to fetch you.”
Fetch. Like a dog.
I grit my teeth together trying to hold back my irritation. “Why?”
They glance at each other before turning back to me, “We’re not sure but she did say something about your rooming situation. Meaning you’ll have to leave the school premises now.”
Without waiting for my response, they lock their hands with mine and star pulling me towards the exist. I turn to the front desk woman for help but she’s already back to using her phone.
A frustrated groan escapes my lips and I snatch my hands away.
“Fine let’s just get this over with.”
They giggle in union and lead me to a black sedan.
In the car Briella and Kimberly engage in a conversation completely ignoring my presence and I almost want to puke when Briella starts swooning about how hot Grayson is. Turns out they had a thing last year.
But it’s not like I care anyway.
I put on my EarPods to block out their conversation which actually works and I relax for some time but when the car turns to a lonely road with a lot of trees, I take them off my eyes narrowing.
“Are you sure this is the right way?”
As if on cue the car comes to an abrupt stop, causing me to jerk forward and hit my head. I barely have time to regret not putting on my seatbelt when the driver comes out and starts walking to my side of the car.
"What is he doing?" I ask, a sick feeling forming in my gut.
Briella and Kimberly giggle. Giggle. Like this is some kind of joke.
Before I can react, the door swings open, and the driver’s hand clamps down on my arm. I let out a shriek, trying to pull away, but Briella and Kimberly shove me forward. I stumble, my knee scraping against the rough gravel as I hit the ground.
I push myself up, ignoring the sting of the fresh wound, and reach for the door handle, but Briella slams the door shut in my face.
"No, no, no!" I yank at the handle, my breath coming in short gasps. Locked.
Through the tinted window, I see their faces...laughing, waving, like this is all some twisted game.
I can't believe I walked right into their trap.
The car zooms of living me there. In the middle of nowhere.
And then...to make things worse...a single raindrop lands on my cheek.
Panic seizes my chest, squeezing tight. Not again.
I whirl around, my hands trembling as I reach for my bag. It’s gone. My phone...my only way to call for help...is inside it.
A thunder strikes and I let out a scream the rain begins to fall heavily and the sun hides behind the cloud.
start walking. I don’t know where I’m going, but I have to move.
It’s not that night. It’s a different day. It’s in the past.
But no matter how many times I repeat it in my head, my body remembers. My pulse races, my lungs tighten, and suddenly, it feels like I can’t breathe.
I stop, panting, my hands trembling as I rip open the buttons of my shirt and let it drop to the ground. My soaked tank top clings to me, but at least it makes it easier to breathe.
Then, a light flash over me. Headlights. A car.
I freeze, squinting through the downpour. Maybe it’s someone who can help.
But then a thought strikes me, chilling me to my core.
This is a lonely road, in the middle of nowhere. Who knows who’s driving that car?
Panic claws up my throat. I spin on my heel and start running in the opposite direction, my wet hair whipping against my face.
The rain blinds me, blurring my vision. My feet slip against the wet ground, but I don’t stop. I can’t.
And then I hear it.
His voice.
“Come on, Sarah, don’t be so afraid.”
The memory slices through me like a blade, his cruel laughter ringing in my ears.
No. Not real. It’s not real.
I shake my head violently, trying to drown out the echoes of the past. But the car behind me doesn’t stop...it doesn’t chase me outright, but it follows, slow and deliberate. Taunting me.
Maybe they’re just passing through.
But then...
The car speeds up, cutting in front of me, blocking my path.
My heart slams against my ribs. I stumble back, my instincts screaming at me to run, to fight, to do something.
And then the window rolls down.
Cruel blue eyes meet mine.
Raelynn."You all know exams are coming up, right?" Mrs. Gibson announces, concluding her Chemistry class with the kind of stern expression that means business. "And if you don't want to be seeing my face next semester, you better start studying now…"I struggle to remain present, but my mind is anything but focused on Organic Chem or exam prep.Instead, I'm drowning in a mix of emotions I can't seem to sort through—anger at my mother, sadness for Gray's family, hurt that runs bone-deep, gratitude that Gray finally trusted me enough to share his truth, buy also confusion on how to proceed.Without realizing it, I start scratching my index finger with my thumbnail—a nervous habit I've had since childhood. The small pain helps, keeps me tied to the present instead of spiraling into the mess of revelations from last night."…better not expect any extensions, I won't listen to any excuses," Mrs. Gibson is saying as she packs up her things. "This is your final warning."Scratch. Scratch. S
Raelynn.The silence stretches between us in a suffocating manner, and it takes everything in me not to turn on my heels and bolt away.When I finally look up, Gray's face confirms what I already know. The guilt written across his features, the way he's holding himself like he's bracing for me to run, the devastation in his eyes—it all tells the same story.My mother. My mother helped destroy his family.I feel like I might be sick, but I force myself to swallow the nausea, to push down the panic that's clawing at my throat. Today is his mother's anniversary. Today is about his pain, his loss, and I won't make this about me. I can't."Tell me everything," I whisper, my voice steadier than I feel. "I need to know everything she did."Gray shakes his head immediately. "Rae, you don't need to hear—""Yes, I do." The words come out sharper than I intended, but I don't apologize. "If I'm going to understand why you hated me, why Isabella can barely stand to look at me, I need to know what
Raelynn.I've always wanted Gray to be honest with me, to show me the parts of himself the world has never seen. And now, standing on this rooftop with the city beneath us, he's finally ready to give me that honesty.But something about his tone—the careful way he's choosing his words, the devastation behind his eyes—makes my stomach clench with dread."This conversation might hurt you," he says quietly, his voice strained like every word is being dragged from somewhere deep inside him. "It might make you angry, or upset, or... it might put you in a lot of pain."His hands find mine, gripping them like I'm the only thing keeping him in standing, in this moment, to himself."If you ask me not to tell you, I won't mention it again. Ever."The seriousness in his voice makes something cold settle in my chest. This isn't just about his therapy session or his mother's anniversary. This is about us. About whatever's been eating him alive since the day I walked into his house."Gray—""I need
Grayson."You know you could have just texted me back instead of calling like a psychopath," I tell Bridget, keeping my voice low as I step further away from Rae. She's still at the railing, completely absorbed in the view, occasionally glancing back with that soft smile that makes my chest tight.The city lights blur slightly at the edges of my vision—the concussion still making itself known at the worst possible moment."How dare you threaten me," Bridget hisses through the phone, her voice already high pitched with panic.I run my free hand through my hair, the motion sending a sharp pain through my skull. "Asking you to tell your daughter the truth isn't a threat, Bridget. It's called being a decent human being.""Don't you lecture me about decency, you little bastard—""Is that a no?" I cut her off, my voice turning dangerously cold. "You won't tell Rae yourself?"There's a pause, then the sound of something crashing like glass shattering against a wall. Classic Bridget tantrum.
Raelynn.We're sitting at a corner table in the dimly lit restaurant, fairy lights casting a warm glow across Gray's face. I'm trying to make small talk about the menu, the decor, anything to fill the silence, but Gray seems to be struggling more than he's letting on.He's staring at me with a forced smile, but his eyes keep going distant, like he's seeing something else entirely. Occasionally he winces, his hand moving to his temple where the bandages are hidden under his hair. His plate sits untouched in front of him, the pasta getting cold.He's fighting so hard to be present, to become the carefree Reagan Cooper we invented in the taxi, but I know him too well. I can see the way his mask is slipping, the pain bleeding through no matter how hard he tries to hide itMy chest aches at the sight. I don’t want to add to his burdens, today is hard enough for him."Gray," I murmur, leaning forward. "If you don't want to be here, we can go back. I'm worried I'm not helping—"His eyes wide
Raelynn.Earlier."What do you mean Gray's been discharged?" I ask Brandon, shutting my locker with more force than necessary, my eyebrows shooting up.He had approached me immediately after my first period looking sheepish—now I know why. He runs his hand over his crew cut nervously, avoiding my gaze."He left earlier this morning. Didn't want to bother you and all."My brows knit together. I should have suspected something when he said he'd leave the hospital at night, but he seemed so exhausted and I didn't want to make things worse by pushing.Brandon runs a hand down his face, looking older than his seventeen years. "Look, I don't know if I should be telling you this, but I'm worried as hell about him. And I feel like you're the only one who can actually get through to him right now."I turn, giving Brandon my full attention, my chest tightening at the serious tone in his voice. "Tell me what?""Today," he exhales heavily, "today is the worst day of the year for Gray. It's his mu