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Highschool sweetheart Slow is a verb
My mother did not yell, which was how I knew it was serious."Sit," she said, pointing at the kitchen table with her spatula. It was seven in the morning. Jackson was parked at one end in his chair with a blanket over his lap, looking like a boy awaiting sentencing. George sat beside him, suddenly fascinated by his cereal. Evelyn had been invited in for coffee at midnight and had slept in our guest room. She now sat very straight with both hands around a mug."Nobody is in trouble," Mom said, in the voice of someone who had decided exactly how much trouble everyone was in. "But I am going to ask some questions, and you are going to answer them honestly. Jackson first.""Yes, ma'am.""Did you tell my daughter to leave you yesterday?"Jackson swallowed. "Yes, ma'am.""Did you mean it?""No, ma'am.""Then why say it?""Because I was scared she'd leave first."Mom studied him for a long moment. Her face didn't soften, exactly. It just stopped being a wall."You have eaten at this table si
Highschool sweetheart Come and get Me
I went down in my socks, with a hoodie over my pajamas and my heart in my throat.The house was dark. Mom and Dad's door was shut, and a thin line of light showed under George's. I eased the front door open and stepped onto the porch, and the night air bit through my sleeves.The car at the curb was Evelyn's rental. She sat behind the wheel with both hands in her lap, looking straight ahead, the way people do when they are trying very hard not to listen. In the passenger seat, Jackson had already opened his door. The wheelchair was folded in the back, and he was half out, one hand on the frame, the other gripping the roof of the car."Don't," I said, crossing the lawn fast. "Stay in the seat.""I wanted to come to you.""You can't walk.""I know." His mouth twisted. "That's why I'm saying it. I couldn't come to you. I had to be driven, like a package."I stopped in front of him. Up close, he looked terrible. His eyes were swollen, his shirt was buttoned wrong, and a fresh scrape ran a
Highschool sweetheart The worst Thing He Could Say
I didn't go back on Saturday.I told George I had a headache, and he didn't push. He had a trophy for second place sitting on his desk and a grin he couldn't hide, and for once I let him have the house's good mood without dragging mine into it.On Sunday, Mum asked why Jackson hadn't been over for dinner in a week."He's busy," I said."With what?""Recovering."She gave me a long look over the rim of her tea. "That boy has never been too busy for my cooking. Something's wrong.""Nothing's wrong.""Ama.""Mum, I'm fine."She let it go, the way she did when she knew she'd get the truth later. I went upstairs and lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling, replaying Friday night. *It's already over.* The way he'd said it, so calm, as if he'd practiced.I had told him he didn't get to decide. But I'd walked out anyway, and that felt a lot like letting him.---On Monday, I was crossing the quad when I heard it."Did you hear? Jackson's not even coming back for the final.""Because of the le
Highschool sweetheart Without Him
The semi-final went ahead without Jackson, and nobody had the decency to pretend it wouldn't.By Friday, the whole school was talking about it. Posters hung in the corridors, the race club sold wristbands at lunch, and a banner across the cafeteria read **GO WESTBROOK**. Whoever finished in the top three would qualify for the Grand Prix final. Nobody mentioned that the boy who had won every race that season was sitting in a conservatory, learning to stand."It's rude," Bella said, tearing a poster off her locker door and stuffing it in her bag. "Like he died.""He didn't die.""I know. That's why it's rude."I let that sit. I had arrived at school braced for Allison, because of Bella's text, and had spent the first two periods checking every corner. In the end she found me at the water fountain, and I almost dropped my bottle.She looked tired. No flowers, no phone, no audience. Just a girl in a school blazer with her arms folded across her chest."You wanted me?" I asked."I wanted t
Highschool sweetheart What the Threat Cost
For a long moment, neither of us moved."Say that again," I said.Jackson kept his eyes shut. His hand was still over mine on his arm, damp and trembling. "He said if I didn't end it, he'd make sure your family lost everything.""Your dad said that.""Yes.""Your *dad*, who sat in my kitchen last Christmas and ate my mother's jollof.""I know."I pulled my hand away. The conservatory suddenly felt too bright, the glass walls too thin. "And you believed him?""Ama, you didn't hear how he said it." He opened his eyes. They were red-rimmed and exhausted. "He wasn't angry. He was calm. That's what scared me. It was the same voice he used when he told Mum that if she fought him, she'd see me on supervised weekends."I stood very still."I'd heard that story my whole life," he went on. "How he took everything from her without raising his voice. And I thought, he'll do it to George. To your parents. To you. I didn't know if he could, but I knew he'd try, and I couldn't stand being the reason
Highschool sweetheart Say it like you Mean It
Monday morning, the gates of Westbrook High were crowded, and for once nobody was looking at me.They were looking at the black sedan idling at the curb, and at the girl climbing out of the back seat with a bouquet of white roses and a set of crutches she clearly didn't need.Allison.She wore a pale blue dress, her hair curled, her makeup perfect again. Her three-day suspension was over, and she had walked back into school like someone entering a stage. Phones were already rising around her."Oh no," Bella breathed beside me. "She's doing a bit.""Those crutches aren't hers.""They're a *prop*."Allison planted herself in the middle of the path, the roses against her chest, and waited until enough people had stopped to watch. Then she turned her head, found me, and smiled."Ama," she called. "Can I talk to you?"My stomach dropped. I had thought we'd finished in the corridor. She had said she wouldn't come after me again."Don't," Bella murmured. "It's a trap.""I know.""Then why ar
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