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Wren Carter
I dashed through the sea of students in the lobby, accidentally bumping shoulders and murmuring quick apologies, but I couldn't stop. I was already late for my first class of the year, and it was evident that luck was not on my side today. I transferred mid-semester so this was already going to be very chaotic and to add a cherry on top, I was a scholarship student.
The moment I entered the hallways, the only sounds I heard were my footsteps and my heartbeat. The floor was empty.
Shit! I'm so late!
My footsteps pounded on the linoleum floor as I rushed through the long corridors. I didn’t understand why we had such a ridiculously long hallway that only led to classes at the very end of the whole campus. My heart was beating in my ears at that point. Maybe it was my nerves or the fact that I haven't had a good run in a long time or that I didn’t have a good enough diet to fuel my stamina. Either way, I wasn’t about to stop now.
I’ve heard stories and rumors about how scholarship students were treated at that elite university; however, I was open to anything after everything I’ve been through. I struggled all my life; what's a few more years? If they thought I would break that easily, they were going to be very disappointed.
I shook all the invading thoughts from my mind as I turned corners, passed through multiple classrooms, and climbed a stairwell because I did not have enough time to spare for the elevators. By the time I reached my destined floor, I was completely out of breath. I decided to lean on the wall to catch my breath and slow my pace for the rest of the way because now the classroom was in my field of vision. However, it was obstructed by a group of four rowdy boys.
All of them looked like gym freaks with their huge builds, but what stood out was the fact that they were carefree and made a scene by laughing and pushing each other around as if they owned the place.
I decided to lower my head and maneuver past them to avoid any interaction. I mentally cursed myself for lowering my head because I crashed into a wall. I lost my balance and fell on my back.
I looked up, more so glared up, to see the guy mid-sentence with his hands in the air, looking down on me as if I were an alien. He had an easy smile on his face as if he were born with it; it slowly played on his lips as he locked eyes with me.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” I muttered under my breath as I got up and dusted myself angrily.
I felt my face heat up, not because of his gaze but because of pure irritation. All four of them had dropped their subject and decided to loom over me as if I was some kind of spectacle. I pushed myself up and mentally decided to just walk away but before I could divert my eyes, I saw his smile widen and a small chuckle escaped.
Before I could stop myself, I blurted with anger, “Can’t you watch it?”
The only response I got was more laughter and them feigning surprise. The main blond guy shrugged and looked around. “I wasn't the one blindly walking.”
“Yeah, and I wasn't the one flaying my arms around like an idiot.” I grit my teeth before using all my strength to shove him out of the way.
But before I could take another step, someone had hooked their hand on my elbow and yanked me back. “Hold on, you can’t just talk to us like that.”
It was the same dirty blond-haired guy.
“Oh well, I apologize. I didn’t realize I was in the presence of a king.” I said with fake enthusiasm before dropping my face. They all seemed stunned.
“Who do you think you are?” One of the large guys nudged me.
“A student in a college?” I stated as a matter of fact. The smiley guy looked more amused. The others? Not so much.
They all surrounded me as if I committed a felony. I rolled my eyes as the time was ticking by and I was already late.
“Look, we can continue this stupid interaction some other day. Right now I need to be in that class. Good bye.”
I hope I don’t have to see you all again.
I didn't wait to see his reaction as I slipped between them and hastened my pace towards the class. I only heard more chuckles and murmurs behind me that I didn’t care enough to listen to. But I was curious so I glanced back to see the smiley guy stopping the big guy from following me and muttering something. I mentally shrugged and continued onwards. I had bigger things to worry about.
I stood before the door to my classroom and took a deep breath before I let myself in. As soon as I stepped in, the professor paused mid-lecture, the light chatter died down and all eyes were on me suddenly. I was used to being stared at, but this felt different. I could practically feel everyone passing judgement.
Oh great.
I looked at my professor, Sir Alden Wright, who was scowling at me.
“Well hello there, miss. Do you have any idea what the time is right now?” He said with fake enthusiasm, I heard some hushed whispers among the class.
“Yes, I am well aware and I apologize for this.” I said firmly.
He seemed to be exaggerating for me being only twenty minutes late but the fault was mine and I accepted it; however, I was not going to act like a rookie nervous student and fall to my knees begging for forgiveness. I stood firm, which seemed to provoke another wave of hushed whispers. The professor saw the class getting off track, so he cleared his throat and pointed towards an empty seat.
“Get to your seat,” he ordered and added under his breath, “Mid-transfers, always the headache.”
I nodded and stopped the urge to roll my eyes. I kept my head high as I maneuvered through the rows in order to get to my seat with steady steps. I heard snickers and more whispers but refused to acknowledge them. I didn't let the intimidation get to me because they already decided who I was before I even opened my mouth.
A scholarship student, poor and weak. I almost scoffed at the thought. I was determined to show them that while I may not be up to their standards, I am not replaceable and easy to break. I already have enough on my plate to not worry about such superficial problems. I sat, picked out my notebook and focused on the board.
The first subject of the day, behavioral sciences.
As the lecture dragged on for another half an hour, the door suddenly burst open, and in came the very same group of guys I had an interaction with. They came in with such audacity; I looked over to the professor to reprimand them as he did with me but the scene before me was something I should have expected.
Mr. Wright was smiling and rubbing his palms as he greeted the boys with genuine enthusiasm.
I noticed the environment in the class seemed to shift as well. Everyone seemed angled towards them. More specifically towards the guy I bumped with. He seemed to be their leader as he took the lead and walked with such confidence as if he owned the place.
My eyes narrowed slightly as I sighed inwardly at the way the "leader" guy smirked at me. I knew this was going to be a long year.
Wren CarterThe first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the headache.God.It was awful.My entire head felt heavy, like someone had stuffed cotton inside my brain overnight. My eyelids felt heavier than usual too, and for several seconds, I simply lay there staring at the ceiling above me, trying to remember how I'd gotten here.My apartment.I was in my apartment.The familiar crack running through the corner of my ceiling was there. The old fan that squeaked every time it rotated was there too.Slowly, pieces of last night returned.The club.Gen.Adrian.The drink.That guy.Then Cyrus.My stomach tightened instantly.I shot upright.The room immediately spun around me."Ugh..."I grabbed my forehead. Everything felt blurry. How did I get home? I remembered leaving the club.No.I remembered Cyrus.Then...Nothing. My eyes traveled around my room. Everything looked normal. My shoes were beside the bed. My bag was placed neatly on the chair. Someone had even put a bottle of
Cyrus BlackwoodThe second I saw his hands on her, something inside me snapped.One moment I was standing across the room trying my hardest to respect her wishes and keep my distance. The next, I was already moving before my brain had time to catch up. Every sound around me disappeared beneath the roaring in my ears. The music. The lights. The people dancing around us. Everything faded into the background until all I could see was Wren backed against the wall with fear written all over her face.And him.His filthy hands touching her. His body pressed too close to hers.My blood boiled instantly."Wren..." he slurred, reaching for her again. "Don't be so dramatic. You're okay. Relax."Her breathing was uneven.She pushed him weakly. "N-no..."That one word was enough. I saw red.Before he could touch her again, I grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him away from her so violently that he crashed into the opposite wall."What the—" My fist connected with his jaw before he could fini
Wren CarterI shouldn't have come.That was the first thought that crossed my mind the moment I sat back down. The music was still blasting around us. People were laughing. Some were dancing. Others were cheering at whatever dare was happening now.Meanwhile…I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. Because I was almost certain everyone here had witnessed the little scene Cyrus had created on the dance floor.Wonderful.Just wonderful.I grabbed a strand of my hair and tucked it behind my ear while avoiding everyone's eyes.Gen, unfortunately, was not helping. She leaned closer with a grin that instantly made me suspicious."Oh."I already knew that tone. "No."Her grin widened. "Ohhh."I sighed. "Gen."She wiggled her eyebrows. "Cyrus Blackwood really walked over there and said, 'My turn.'"I covered my face for a second. "Please stop."She laughed. "What?""Please stop.""I'm just saying…""Don't."She grinned mischievously. "That was dramatic."I groaned. "It was embarrassing.""It
Cyrus BlackwoodThis was torture. Actual torture.The game had been going on for fifteen minutes, and somehow every single minute had become progressively worse for my sanity. Wren was laughing.Not dramatically. Just little smiles here and there. The kind that made her eyes soften. The kind I never got to see.And every single time Adrian said something, she seemed a little more relaxed.God.Then the bottle spun. Everyone leaned forward. It slowed.Then finally…It pointed directly at Wren. Cheers erupted around the table. "Ohhhh!""Wren!""Finally!"She looked startled. Then immediately suspicious."I don't like that reaction."Gen laughed. "You should be scared."Wren narrowed her eyes."I already am."Someone grinned. "Truth or Dare?"She sighed. "Dare."The entire group erupted."YES!""Oh, she's brave.""No she's not," Wren muttered.Everybody laughed. Then one girl leaned forward."Dance with the person sitting next to you."The room instantly cheered. My body went rigid. Beca
Cyrus BlackwoodI was already regretting coming here.The music was loud enough to shake the walls, colored lights flashed across the packed dance floor, and everyone around me seemed determined to have the time of their lives.Everyone except me.Ryan was halfway through his second drink. Ethan was arguing with Lucas about something completely stupid. A couple of the guys had already disappeared toward the dance floor.Meanwhile, I sat back in the booth nursing the same drink I'd been holding for twenty minutes."You're doing it again." I looked up. Ryan was smirking."Doing what?""That thing.""What thing?""The thing where your body is physically present but your soul has left the building."Lucas snorted.Ethan rolled his eyes."He's thinking about Wren again."I glared at them.Ryan pointed triumphantly. "See?""See what?""That look.""What look?""The 'if you say her name one more time, I'll throw you through a wall' look."A few laughs erupted around the table. I groaned and
Wren Carter We were just reaching our classroom when Adrian suddenly cleared his throat. The sound immediately caught my attention. Because it sounded suspiciously like he was trying to bring something up. "What?" I asked. Adrian rubbed the back of his neck. For the first time since I'd met him, he actually looked awkward. That alone made me suspicious. "What?" "Nothing." I narrowed my eyes. "Adrian." He sighed dramatically. "Okay, fine." "There it is." A grin tugged at his lips. "I was wondering something." "That's never a good sign." He laughed. "Relax." The word immediately made me nervous. People only told you to relax when they were about to say something that would do the exact opposite. Adrian shoved his hands into his pockets. "Do you maybe want to come somewhere with me tonight?" I blinked. My brain immediately short-circuited. "What?" The grin vanished. "Oh God." "What?" His eyes widened slightly. "No." "No?" "No." I stared at him. He stared back. Neither
Cyrus BlackwoodThe breeze threaded through Wren’s hair, lifting loose strands and carrying the distant echo of music and laughter from the front yard. I leaned back against the railing, the cool wood pressing through my shirt. I had to be at least a little drunk to be standing here, talking to her
Wren CarterI stared at my wardrobe. It had everything but a dress. From shorts to baggy pants but nothing seemingly similar to a dress. I was never a dress enthusiast. I never had an occasion to wear them. The last time I wore them was when I was a child.Now I stood in front of my wardrobe as an
Cyrus BlackwoodI pulled out of the hospital drop off as Wren’s back receded. I wondered to myself if this was the right thing to do. I was only doing this to fool her into trusting me. To tame her. Also because I wanted to know more about her. Something about her was intriguing, even more so past
Wren CarterBy the time I left the campus, the sun was on the horizon, about to dip into the abyss. The hues of red and oranges colored the sky as I matched my pace to the bricks on the floor. I looked up and smiled at people who walked past me.I stopped wearing my hoodie but it was cold and the a







