"You're late," she says, as if I didn't already know that."I'm sorry, sir. I had an incident earlier and...""That's not excuse enough, Miss Stevens . You're grounded this afternoon and tomorrow as well," he says, cutting me off."But I have a note from the infirmary-" I begin, but he interrupts me again."Not another word, Miss Stevens . I advise you to take a seat," he says, clearly losing patience with me.My shoulders drop for a second, but at this point I don't even bother arguing with him. There's no way to change his mind.I hear the snickers from all the students and shake my head. Of course, this school is full of typical high school students. You know, the ones who follow the jocks around like they're the gods who hung the moon and say whatever the hell they want. So far they've all been following Rayan's asshole example .Why did I think this place was going to be any different? It seems so serene and like nothing bad ever happens here, but I'm starting to see things diffe
When I walk into the classroom, it's full and all the chatter stops abruptly when everyone's eyes land on me. I don't know if it's luck or what, but the teacher hasn't arrived yet. Just as well, because I didn't want to be late on my first day here.There's an open seat at the front of the class and I take it because I always sit in the front. A few seconds after I settle in, Rayan enters the class and I inwardly groan at the sight of him.How the hell am I supposed to avoid him if he's in my class? His eyes bore into me and he walks towards me with all his swagger and a smile on his face. A smile I don't trust one bit. I'm still mad at him from when we fought in the hallway five minutes ago.How the fuck can you be so rude to someone you don't even know? It takes me a second to realize that the class is silent, and when I look around, I see that everyone's attention is pinned on us."You're in my seat," he growls in that gruff tone of his and, instantly, I hear a few 'ooohs' coming f
"Thank you." I smile, giving him one of my fake smiles before rushing out of the office. Once in the hallway, I look at the paper to see where my locker is. Once there, I keep walking as I look at the paper again to see what my number is. I slam my face into someone's back.The force of the impact causes me to bounce and fall on my butt. I wasn't paying much attention to where I was going. I let out a groan and wince as I notice my butt hurts from the fall and the hard muscles I hit.I'm glad there weren't too many people in the aisles to see me fall, because it would have been embarrassing. There are only a few stragglers still trying to hurry to get to class.The boy I bumped into turns around. I realize my mistake and what it could cost me. I've just collided with the school's star quarterback, the king of this school, the son of my mother's boss. When he looks at me, I can see the pissed off expression on his face."Watch where the fuck you're going!" he blurts out, baring his tee
At least it's convenient. I let out a smile but then I have to discipline my features. Come on, Lia! This is not the time to make inappropriate jokes, even if they cross your mind !Somehow, we end up standing near the entrance, on the other side of where Mom's boss and his son are standing. I take a minute to look at him and observe him. He is without a doubt the most handsome guy I have ever seen. He could be a model. The gods favored him when they made him.After a few minutes, I look away. I don't want to get caught staring. I stare around me, waiting for this to be over so I can go home and do nothing. A second later, I feel them looking at me. Somehow, you always know when someone is looking at you and it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It doesn't feel like a friendly stare.I raise my head to look around, but I don't notice anyone looking at me. It's strange, but the look seems malicious, as if it's burning my skin. Is there such a thing as a malicious look?I d
Even before they started fighting constantly, things hadn't been going well between her and my father for a long time."Okay, Mom. I'll do whatever you ask," I grumble grumpily. Even though deep down I hate it, I have to do it for her. Maybe she needs a change of scenery after all the shit she's been through. Who am I to put an end to her dreams?"When do we leave?" I ask, knowing we're committed to this move now."Tomorrow."What?" I practically yell at him. Gee, way to pull this out at the last minute."Don't worry. My boss is going to pay to have the movers come and pack everything up. He's also going to provide us with a place to live in the meantime, until we find a place of our own," he tells me."That's very kind of him," I murmur. She's been working for Riverside Real Estate for years and is one of their top real estate agents. The company is multimillion-dollar, so I understand her excitement about the move. It would mean she's moving up the ladder of success, since Riverside
Dad came home Monday morning to find me and the kids passed out after drinking ourselves into oblivion. I don't know if I will ever be able to function or be normal again. The agony consumes me completely.I go into my room after showering to try to sober up a bit. The guys have been coming every day and I am so grateful.....When I open the drawer, I see the envelope Mom left me on top of my things, where I put it after I first picked it up. Instantly I feel my chest tighten at the thought of what might be inside. Surely it's a letter and the contents better not fuck me up any more than I already am.I give up, open it and start reading. As I read, my hands clench and unclench as I'm overcome with a rage I've never known before. My mother committed suicide because.....I clench my fists again as I think of all the things I missed out on because I was too busy with training or going to some party with the guys . There is a link to an online drive with the username and password on the