ログインMila’s POV
My sock-clad feet padded softly against the hardwood as I made my way down the stairs. Everyone was already seated at the dining table."Finally!" Axel said the second I walked in. He rolled his eyes and noisily picked up his cutlery.I stopped near the edge of the table, looking around. "Did I miss something?""Mom and your dad wouldn't start dinner without you," Aaron said from across the table, throwing a sharp glare toward Axel before lookingMila’s POVI could hear the sound of the grandfather clock in the living room ticking loudly because it was awfully quiet in the dining room, save for the occasional sound of cutlery hitting a plate. Nobody was saying anything. Everyone at the table had their heads bowed, focusing on their food. I wondered why we bothered to eat at the table in the first place.“So,” Carol began, breaking the silence. She peered around the table. “Has anyone tried that new Italian restaurant downtown?”Nobody answered immediately.“I heard they have really good pasta,” she continued. “Although, I suppose most Italian restaurants would,” she said, chuckling dryly.Aaron gave a small nod. “I haven’t been there.”“Really? I thought you liked Italian food.” She picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth.“I do.”“Well, we could all go sometime. Maybe this weekend?” she asked, her brows perked up in excitement.“Sure,” Aaron replied.Carol turned toward Axel. “What about you? Do you like Italian food?”He bare
Mila’s POVI froze right outside the glass door of the principal’s office, my blood turning to ice in my veins.My chest tightened as I watched my parents disappear into the principal’s office.My heart began beating faster. They were probably already talking to him by now. What were they saying to him? What was he telling them? Was he already explaining how much trouble I’d caused, or was he showing them the pictures and repeating everything that had been written about me?My mind wouldn’t stop racing. I kept imagining the conversation, each version worse than the last.Your daughter is a whore here to corrupt your children and ruin their lives. We can’t have her at this school. She would be a terrible influence on our children. She must leave! She should leave your home!Principal Hugh’s voice played over and over in my head.She must leave your house!I flinched so hard I nearly dropped my bag.I couldn’t leave. I had nowhere else to go. I couldn’t go back to my mother’s house, not
Aaron’s POVI sat in the hard leather chair in Principal Hugh’s office, staring at the floor with my hands clenched into fists at my sides. My knuckles were white from how hard I was clenching. Anger was eating me alive. Every few seconds, I’d glance at Axel, and each time, I had to fight the urge to reach over and punch him in the face.Look at him, just sitting there with that blank expression on his face, like none of this had anything to do with him.It was all his fault. He was the reason this whole mess with Tiffany started, and somehow, he’d managed to make everything ten times worse. The picture of him cornering Mila in the empty lab was already spreading through every group chat in school. There was no way we could stop the rumors now. All I’d wanted from the beginning was to protect Mila, while my brother kept putting her in situations that made everything worse.Principal Hugh leaned forward across his wooden desk and cleared his throat
Mila’s POVI ran out of the lab before Axel could even turn around, practically running down the corridor. I didn’t stop until I reached my locker.The moment I got close to it, I froze. The words SLUT and WHORE were written in bold, but other words had been added. Bitch, hoe—the other words were indecipherable, but surely different variations of the word slut.My chest heaved deeply as I blinked repeatedly. Tears blurred my vision as I grabbed the sleeve of my hoodie and started scrubbing my locker frantically, pressing against the metal as hard as I could, desperate to wipe the words off. But the marker wouldn’t come off. It only smeared, leaving an ugly dark stain behind."How could you want your mother’s man, Mila?" my mother’s cold, accusing voice echoed in my head."Whore, slut…” I heard Tiffany’s high-pitched voice in my head."Are the boys in your class not enough for you?" my mother’s voice cracked as she asked me, truly
Axel’s POVWe were standing right by Mila’s locker, scowling at anyone who even looked in our direction. My jaw was locked so tight my teeth ached. A group of girls were gossiping, stealing glances at us, and giggling loudly as they walked past. I shot them a deathly glare that made them immediately shut up and scurry off.Beside me, Aaron was pacing like a caged animal, his face flushed with anger."I still can't believe you're standing here acting like this isn't your mess," Aaron hissed, jabbing a finger at my chest. "She’s doing this because she's your partner, man. She’s in love with you! It’s her insane jealousy that made her set her sights on Mila in the first place, and now Mila is the one paying for it!""Ex," I snapped back, shoving his hand away. "In case you forgot, she's my ex. I didn't ask her to do any of this.""Could've fooled me," Aaron snarled, his voice rising enough to attract stares in our direction. "Tiffany set her
Mila’s POVIt felt like the air had been sucked completely out of the bathroom, and I could barely breathe.Paris stumbled back against the wall, looking at me as though I’d slapped him. His face had gone pale, and his mouth hung open. “What?” he whispered. “Mila… are you out of your mind? You think I did this? I don’t even talk to that bitch! I don’t like her, even!”“You’re the only one in this whole school who knows!” I yelled, tears running down my face. “I didn’t tell a single soul in this town about my stepfather! Not Carol, not the twins, not even my own father—nobody! I only told you! You’re the only one I told about my silly crush. And now, it’s pinned to the top of the school group chat? How else would Tiffany know it?!”“I didn’t tell her!” Paris shouted back. His sharp green eyes were filled with anger. “I would never do that to you! How could you even stand there and accuse me of something so disgusting? I’ve been sick to my stomach a







