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Chapter Two
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2026-09-12 02:24:38“Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead.”
Dizzy’s annoying face hovered inches from mine. I groaned and tried to bury myself deeper into the pillow. “It’s barely six, you tiny little crab crawler,” I muttered. “It’s 7:15, you overgrown donkey!” He ripped my duvet and pillow away in one dramatic sweep and bolted out of the room. That little shit. I sprinted after him, but he was faster—darting down the stairs and using Dad’s legs as a human shield. Dad stood in his usual spot, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper like nothing chaotic was happening around him. Dizzy smirked at me from behind Dad’s protection, knowing he was safe. I groaned, walking past them, but not before ruffling his perfectly combed hair. “Hey!” he complained. I finally took a proper look at him. He was already fully dressed for school in his crisp uniform. Meanwhile, I was still in my ratty sleep shirt and shorts. “Morning, Dad.” “Mornin’, sweet cheeks,” he replied without looking up. “Where’s Mom?” I asked, noticing the empty breakfast table. “In the kitchen.” Dad finally glanced at me. “Why aren’t you dressed yet?” He shook his head. “Your mom’s gonna throw a fit if she sees you like this.” “I’m not a kid anymore. I’ll be eighteen in a few months.” “Yeah, yeah,” Dizzy mocked from the doorway. I shot him a death glare that promised violence. He just smiled sweetly. “Mom—” he started. I didn’t wait for him to finish. I raced back upstairs. --- I adjusted the hem of my skirt for the hundredth time. I’d outgrown my uniform ages ago, but the school still hadn’t replaced the tailor after Principal Freeson fired the last one for flirting with seniors. Now the rest of us had to suffer through dangerously short skirts. My phone buzzed. **Calling: Bad Bitch** Alessia. I answered while shoving pancakes into my mouth. “Hello—” “Bitch, where are you? I’m outside waiting!” “Two minutes, max.” She hung up with an exasperated sigh. If there was one thing Alessia hated more than anything, it was lateness. And I was chronically late. I tied my shoelaces while chugging scalding coffee, grabbed my bag, swiped on some lip gloss, and sprinted out the door. “Bitch, hurry up!” Alessia yelled from her car. “I’m here!” I slid into the passenger seat and buckled up. We sped toward school with Alessia blasting some questionable R&B on full volume. Her music taste was… unique. “Oh my god, did you hear?” she said, perking up as we walked toward the main entrance. “Lena came out. She’s a lesbian.” I acted surprised, even though I’d suspected it all summer. Lena had been giving Alessia serious fuck me eyes for months. “Also, Grace Martin moved to England to finish senior year. Rumor is she got knocked up and no one knows who the father is because she’s been sleeping with half the football team.” That one actually shocked me. Grace always came off like an innocent little nun. We reached our lockers, still giggling as we pulled out our English books. --- English class was refreshing as always. I could live in that subject forever. After class, Alessia and I split up. I was still digging through my locker for my highlighter when I finally found it. The second I slammed the locker door shut, I came face-to-face with a pair of striking icy blue eyes. My soul left my body. Hayden Vaughan. He looked even more intimidating up close—and annoyingly hotter. His leather jacket hung over a half-buttoned uniform shirt, showing a hint of toned chest and ink. “Um… hi,” I stammered. He didn’t reply at first. His eyes slowly dragged down my body, lingering on my short skirt before rising back to my face. He leaned one shoulder against the locker beside mine and folded his muscular arms. “You waved,” he said, voice low and rough. It rumbled from deep in his chest. “Last night.” Shit. “Um… about that,” I scrambled. “I was watching this Japanese movie and the guy did this weird hand thing and then he could fly—” I was lying through my teeth. He clearly didn’t believe a word. “Yeah?” He tilted his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. “And what was that movie called?”
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