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The phone rang again, sharp and insistent, cutting through the quiet of my apartment. I wondered who could be calling but when the caller ID showd Heldon preparatory high I took in a deep breath. Somehow I knew what it was about before I even answered.“Tristan Walker?” the secretary’s voice was crisp, professional.“Yes,” I said, trying to keep the worry from my voice.“This is Heldon High. We need you to come in immediately. Eloise Perkins has been involved in a fight in the cafeteria with some other students, and the headmistress would like to discuss it with you.”I pinched the bridge of my nose. Damn it. I’d hoped Eloise would stay under the radar—at least for a little while longer. It's not even up to two weeks since she was enrolled there. What is it with this kid?“I’ll be there tomorrow,''I muttered, hanging up.I paced the living room, my hands gripping the edge of the coffee table. My chest felt tight, the anger building faster than I could control.Why can’t she just… b
CHAPTER 10: [ELOISE'S POV]I picked up the tray and hit Gabrielle square across the face before I even thought twice. The cafeteria went silent for a heartbeat—the metallic smack echoing off the marble floors. Gabrielle staggered back, hand flying to her jaw, eyes wide with shock.Of course, it just didn't happen out of the blue. Let me explain how we even got in that situation.The cafeteria was noisy, trays clattering, voices overlapping, but my focus was elsewhere.Ruby Padre.I noticed her gaze across the room. Dark eyes, sharp, steady, not a word spoken, but the intensity in them made my chest tighten. There was something dangerous about the way she looked at me, like she could see every thought running through my mind. Almost… flirtatious. And damn if it didn’t make my stomach flip.Aisha had come to sit next to me. She had not let my intial dismissal of her deter her desire to become my friend. I don't think I have ever had someone put in this much effort to hang out with m
The cheap motel room smelled like rot. Not the sharp, clean rot of fresh garbage, but something older, something that clung to the walls no matter how hard the maids scrubbed. Cigarette smoke, mildew, and the faint sweetness of spilled liquor—every breath reminded me I had hit rock bottom a long time ago.I sat cross-legged on the stiff mattress, legs jittering, the glow of the crack pipe still burning in my hand. My throat was raw. My lips cracked. The hit still buzzed behind my eyes, numbing me, stretching reality thin enough that for a moment—just a moment—I could pretend none of this was happening.But the high never lasted.That was the most addictive part. I get the best dopamine rush that I had ever experienced and just as soon as it came, it left. And then I do everything in my power chasing the same high.The silence in the room wasn’t silence at all. Pipes groaned inside the walls. A couple argued in the room next door then had sex. A baby wailed somewhere far down the hal
The voice that cracked through the room belonged to a girl too beautiful for her own good.Long, wavy black hair framed her face and slid down her back, glossy as silk. Her skin was smooth, her features refined, and her uniform looked like it had been tailored just for her.She didn’t shout again. She didn’t need to. Her presence alone was enough to hold the class in place.The air shifted when she spoke, like the room itself recognized her authority. Even the laughter quieted, students straightening in their seats as though she had pulled invisible strings.I knew every place had its own hierarchy—even this rich kid playground. And I knew immediately that this girl occupied a space high on that pyramid. She wasn’t just another pretty face.She was a queen bee in the making, maybe already crowned.“Ruby. Lindsay.” Her tone was smooth, almost kind. “Play nice.”The room exhaled. Finally someone had come to stop what was most likely going to end with blows and slaps.She had authority,
The gates of Heldon High gleamed like something out of a movie. Iron wrought into elegant patterns, polished so clean they could’ve been mirrors.Beyond them stretched manicured lawns and a row of buildings that looked more like a college campus than a high school.It was intimidating, yes. But I wasn’t going to let it show.Mom would be so disappointed if I did that.Theo Hecter walked beside me, his posture easy, his blazer unbuttoned, his grin relaxed in a way only someone born into wealth could be.He’d introduced himself as my “student guide,” assigned to show me around. But in truth, I think he was made to do it. Maybe this was his punishment for something he did.“You’ll find Heldon… different,” he said as we passed glass walls, ivy-draped pillars, and marble floors that gleamed beneath our shoes. “We have a lot of traditions here. People tend to keep to their circles.”“Circles, huh?” I asked, raising a brow.Theo smirked.“Rich kids don’t exactly make the friendliest crowd. I
The house was too quiet.Dinner had come and gone, the dining room table set for four, then cleared for three. Eloise hadn’t come down, and though Marilyn had gone up to check once, the girl had insisted she wasn’t hungry. That was that.Alex didn’t hide the disappointment in his eyes and Marilyn, who would have tried to lift the mood of the atmosphere didn't bother this time.Sometimes, it was best to leave some things as they were.Now, as the night deepened and the clock struck past ten, we moved around each other in our bedroom—he folding back the covers, me tugging at my tie like it was strangling me. The silence between us wasn’t the comfortable kind we sometimes shared; this one scraped, heavy with words neither of us knew how to begin.Alex broke the silence first.“She couldn’t even come down for dinner,” he muttered, not looking at me. “What does that say?”“That she’s adjusting,” I said quietly, trying to steady my tone. “It’s a lot to take in.”He let out a dry laugh, sh