Liam and Ethan both went upstairs to get changed for the party while Jasper remained downstairs with me, as much as I hate to be. "so you coming beauty? but before you can come with me, you would have to put on a bikini"
I glared at him, while he only laughed "what, I'm sure that there is a curve under those clothes of yours". He then came close to me an put my loose hair behind my ear and bent his ear to whisper in my ear "you have the most beautiful eyes, I want to drown myself in them" We heard someone clear their throat, then he pulled his face from my ear and smirked "I would've loved to spend more time with you beautiful, but I can't" "can you stop that Jasper, you're making me feel uncomfortable" Liam said putting on an irritated look, while Jasper only rolled his eyes. "let's go" Ethan said and then the rest followed him to leave the house. After they had left, I released the breath that I didn't know I was holding and sighed. My phone then started ringing, I picked it up grumbling to myself, I checked the caller ID and it was Lucy my BFF. "hey Barbie, I heard you arrived here today?" She was screaming, like what the heck. I pulled the phone away from my ear and said "what the heck? are you that excited? "yes of course. Where are you? I want to come and meet you" she said still screaming. This is one thing I hated about her she always screams anytime she is excited. "in my dorm room, it is in the VIP lounge" I replied her. "okay, don't go anywhere, I'm coming to get you" she yelled while I rolled my eyes. "sure whatever" I replied her, and then cut the call. I sighed and then decided to find something to eat. I took the cake and ate it , ignoring what Liam said earlier. Few minutes later, Lucy came , she rang the doorbell and I opened the door for her "sup babe, I've missed you" We met each other in LA, but her family moved here, so we've been doing Long distance. She is one of the reasons I wanted to come here. "well, I'm here now, no need to miss me again" "stop acting like you didn't miss me too" she pouted. "fine, I missed you too". She grinned at what I said. She looked around the house and then said "isn't this Jasper's house?" "it is mine now, I was roomed with him and his friends. Do you know him?" I was curious about how she knew that this place belonged to him. "yes, I mean not personally, but I've been here before". She did like she was remembering something, and then said "wait, you were roomed with boys?" Oh! that's what she was thinking about, so silly. "exactly, so pathetic" I thought she was going to side with me until she said this "OMG! you are so lucky, I which I was in your shoes" I rolled my eyes, of course, why was I even expecting her to support me, she is so crazy. We talked about random things, and after we watched a movie she left the house while I went to my room to sleep. I wondered how tomorrow would be, but in all I just hoped that I would enjoy my stay here. I woke up to the sound of my alarm, I grumbled turning it off. I decided to rest for a little more time, but then the alarm rang again "what the f**k!" I thought I turned it off, f**king alarm. I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. After I was done, I opened my closet and brought out my uniform. It was a black skirt, with a white shirt and a vest. I put it on and then added a long socks that went all the way to my knees, with white snickers. After I was done I put my books that I would be using today inside my backpack and hanged it on my back. I was ready to go, then my stomach grumbled. Oh! I forgot, it was only the cake that I ate last night. Ugh! now I would have to go beg those jerks for food. I went downstairs, I decided to get food from the cafeteria, cus I didn't want to beg them for anything. When I got to the kitchen to at least use an apple to hold myself, I saw Liam at the counter, his hair was still wet, he also left three of his buttons open, he was looking hot, I couldn't take my eyes off him, he was like a geek god. "staring isn't free Miss" he said still concentrating on his food. That is when I got myself and stopped looking at him. "don't you want to eat before you go?" Ethan asked me. I smiled and said "of course, I would like to eat first" Ethan smiled and handed me a plate with scrambled eggs, toast, and sausage. "Here, I made some breakfast," he said. I took the plate, feeling a surge of gratitude. "Thanks, Ethan," I said, digging in, at least I wouldn't have to eat at the cafeteria again. After having breakfast, I headed towards the door to go "don't you need a ride baby girl?" Jasper said to me just as I was about to leave. "I don't need one, I've got a chaffeur, but thanks for the offer though" I gave a small smile and then left the house.Chapter 45: A Near KissThe apartment was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon. The sounds of brushes and paint splattering on canvas were all that filled the air. Liam had been working on his art for days now, preparing the final pieces to display in the museum. Today, however, he had been a little more distracted than usual. I could tell because his brush strokes were uneven, and his focus wavered from time to time. I hadn’t expected to spend the day here, but when I’d offered to help him, he’d reluctantly agreed.“You really think you can help me?” he asked, eyeing me skeptically as I set my things down next to him. His dark brown eyes, always intense, were focused on the canvas. He had a way of looking at me that made me feel like I was constantly being analyzed, almost like he was trying to figure me out.“Of course,” I said, smiling as I rolled up the sleeves of my sweater. “I’m sure we’ll make a masterpiece together.”Liam’s lips twitched into a half-smile, the kind that wa
The morning sun filtered softly through my bedroom window, a golden sheen casting over my sketchpad as I flipped it shut and packed it away. Today didn’t feel like any ordinary school day. It was calmer—less about grades or awkward glances across the hallway, and more about something new. Something unexpected. I had received a message the night before from Lucy. Just a short one. “Can we talk?” No context. No explanations. But it didn’t matter. My heart had leapt at the notification. Now, walking through the school gates with Dolly at my side, I scanned the crowd for her. I didn’t have to wait long. There she was, standing beneath the old elm tree near the garden—the place where we used to sit every break before things fell apart. She looked different somehow. Calmer. Stronger, maybe. Her usually hidden curls were out and bouncing gently in the morning breeze, and she was hugging a notebook tightly against her chest like it held her whole world inside. “Hey,” she said so
It was Tuesday morning and I have fine arts firstly. I walked towards the art room, and the art room was already buzzing with excitement before I even stepped in. The scent of acrylic paint and graphite filled the air, and the soft hum of chatter and creative tension vibrated through the space. Mr. Hewitt stood at the front of the class with his usual crooked smile and paint-splattered jeans, holding a large folder and a clipboard."Today, I want each of you to create something from the heart," he announced, his voice echoing against the high ceiling. "You have until the bell rings at the end of the day. The most compelling piece will be sponsored by the school for a feature in the Andover City Museum. The winner will be announced tomorrow morning."A low gasp rippled across the room. I blinked, my heart flipping.A feature in the city museum?This was the kind of opportunity that could shape a career. Or at least give it a mighty boost. I wasn't really good in art, but I'd give it my
Today was Monday morning. Gosh I hate Mondays. It is a buzz killer. I hurriedly got ready for school, put on my uniform and hung my bag. I had breakfast when I went to and was ready for school. The scent of fresh notebooks and coffee lingered in the hallways as I walked into school that morning. Even though my steps were steady and my face wore the practiced mask of calm, my thoughts were all over the place. I sighed as I went to my locker, praying I wouldn't bump into any miserable being- Zoe. Dolly waved at me from our locker area, already chatting with two girls from her literature club. I smiled and made my way to her. Her presence always made things easier, lighter. Kind of. “Morning, superstar,” she greeted, bumping her shoulder into mine. “You know that title belongs to you, cus you are always giddy on Mondays, not me.” I teased. We chatted about upcoming assignments, the school fair, and how the cafeteria desperately needed better muffins. The rhythm of the school da
To say that Zoe was getting under my nerves was an understatement.It started with a smile.Not the kind that made you feel warm or wanted—but the kind that made you feel like you were walking straight into a trap. Zoe's smile was polished, professional, and painfully perfect. Like porcelain. Like she practiced it in the mirror every morning until it could disarm a room. So dum.I first saw it Monday morning, at the lockers near the art wing."Barbie," she chirped, her voice as sugary as the strawberry glaze on the donuts Ms. Graham sometimes brought in on Fridays. "You're back!" Was I dead before?I blinked. She stood beside Ethan, fingers laced with his, dressed in her basketball outfit, and her ponytail. Looking at her right now, makes me hate basketball as a sport. I tried not to look at Ethan. Tried not to notice how his eyes flicked up at me the moment he heard my name. Or how his fingers didn't quite curl back around hers the way they used to with me."Yeah," I said slowly. "Go
The buzz around school on Monday morning felt different. People whispered in hallways, giggled over their phones, and exchanged knowing glances. I didn't need to ask why. I was back in Andover, and this is how it has always been here. I soon saw Ethan, I guess he was back. It had been weeks since he left. Weeks since the text, the abrupt goodbye, the decision his mother forced onto both of us like we were just pieces on a chessboard. I should’ve been over it by now, right? But the moment I saw him walking through the quad, hand-in-hand with Zoe, my lungs forgot how to work. I really, really, hate teenage hormones. He looked the same—messy hair, crisp uniform shirt rolled at the sleeves, that same expression like he was walking through a dream. Only now, the dream wasn’t me. It was Zoe, clinging to his side like the ending had always been written. I turned towards my locker, not wanting to see him again. My heart pounded louder than the morning bell. Get a grip, Barbie. You aren't
When our test scores got out, I got As and a B. But I want to talk about something else. I and Liam.This is how I and Liam's relationship has been, ever since last night.It started with coffee.Well, technically, it started with me standing outside the Andover library, staring at my phone, willing myself not to text him. I had returned from L.A. a day ago, and Liam had been... different. Cold but not cruel. Distant but not unreachable. Like a lighthouse on a foggy coast — flickering in and out of view but never quite gone.I told myself I was fine with that.Until I wasn’t.He found me there, leaning against the stone pillar, hugging my sketchbook like a life raft. His hair was tousled in that signature way — like he'd just rolled out of bed and hadn’t bothered to care, but still looked maddeningly perfect."Hey," he said, his voice casual, hands shoved in the pockets of his dark jeans.I glanced up. "Hey."An awkward silence settled between us, punctuated by the occasional shuffle
It was Wednesday night, so I and Dolly were heading back to school.Returning to Andover felt like being dropped back into a dream you weren’t quite ready to wake up from. The week at home had blurred by in laughter, cake, family dinners, and that strange pull toward Liam I was trying—and failing—to ignore. But now, as our car rolled past the school gates, the laughter faded, replaced with that old, tight knot curling up in my stomach.Dolly sat beside me, scrolling through her phone, her nails tapping rhythmically against the glass screen. “Back to reality,” she muttered.“Yay,” I said dryly, leaning my head against the window.The cab came to a halt in front of our dorm, and the driver helped with our bags. I hadn’t told Liam I was coming back today. Part of me wanted to surprise him. The other part was scared he wouldn’t care.Inside the dorm, everything smelled faintly of detergent and old books. My bed was exactly how I left it, a bit messy, a hint of lavender in the pillow. I to
Chapter 37The lights at Marvin's Lounge sparkled like a million captured stars, flickering against the polished gold accents of the room. Everything shimmered—glassware, chandeliers, even the manicured smiles of the guests around us. It was a space designed for royalty, and tonight, for the first time in my life, I felt a little like one.Dolly twirled next to me in her sky-blue gown, laughing as she snagged two mocktails from a passing waiter. "This place is insane! I feel like we just walked into a scene from Gossip Girl—but with better lighting."I grinned, settling into the plush velvet booth we’d claimed as our own. "My parents really went all out.""They did," she said, clinking her glass to mine. "Happy late birthday, B. Here’s to being legal, being fabulous, and forgetting every guy that made us cry.""Especially the last part." I smiled tightly, but my heart ached a little. Even surrounded by luxury and my best friend, Liam had a way of threading through my thoughts.We’d be