Se connecterLiam's POV My grandfather believed in two things. First, that a man's reputation was built long before he entered a room. Second, that the Morace family had spent too many years building theirs for anyone to take it lightly. I'd heard both statements enough times to recite them in my sleep. Unfortunately, Sunday lunch meant listening to them again. "Your father tells me school is going well." I looked up from my plate. "Yes, Grandfather." "And your results?" "Good." "Good is a rather vague answer." Dad laughed quietly beside him. "He's doing well, Father." My grandfather glanced at him. "I wasn't questioning that." "I know." Mum changed the subject before the conversation could become another discussion about grades. "So, how was your meeting yesterday?" "Fine," Dad answered. "We discussed the foundation's new education initiative." My grandmother smiled. "That's lovely. It's about time we expanded the scholarship programme." I continued eating. The conversatio
Scarlett's POVThe first thing I learned about Westbridge Academy was that people had a remarkable ability to turn ordinary information into gossip.The second was that being Liam Morace's project partner apparently qualified as interesting information.I'd barely settled into my seat on Thursday morning when Victoria dropped into the chair beside mine."So."I continued arranging my books. "So?""How's it going?""How's what going?"She gave me a look.I sighed. "Victoria, if you're going to ask me something, just ask.""Your project."I nodded. "Fine.""And Liam?"I stopped writing.There it was."What's wrong with Liam?""Nothing. I'm just curious.""About what?"She leaned closer."You two spend quite a bit of time together.""We have a project.""I know.""Then what's the question?"Victoria laughed."You're very defensive for someone who doesn't care."I turned towards her."I don't care.""Alright."She said it with a smile that suggested she didn't believe me.I decided to ign
Liam & ScarlettScarlettTuesday mornings were usually my favourite.There was something comforting about knowing exactly what I needed to do, when I needed to do it, and how much time I had to get everything done.Today, however, I was running late.Not because I'd overslept. Not because I'd forgotten my books. And certainly not because I hadn't prepared for school.My younger brother had misplaced his mathematics textbook, and somehow, that had become my problem.By the time I arrived at school, the first bell had already rung.I hurried towards my classroom, adjusting the strap of my backpack."Scarlett!"I turned.Victoria was walking towards me, holding two notebooks against her chest."Where have you been?""Home. Apparently, my brother's inability to organise his life is a family emergency."She laughed."Come on. We're about to start."We walked into the classroom together.Liam was already seated, his attention fixed on his phone. Marcus sat beside him, saying something that
Liam & ScarlettLiamI was beginning to suspect Scarlett Johansson enjoyed making my life difficult.It was the only reasonable explanation for the fact that she'd sent me three separate messages before eight that morning, all concerning a project that wasn't due for another two months.The first contained a revised outline.The second was a list of suggested research sources.The third was a reminder that we had a meeting after school.I stared at the messages while walking into class.Scarlett: Good morning. I've made a few changes to the outline.Scarlett: Please review them before our meeting.Scarlett: And don't forget to bring your laptop.I typed a response.Liam: Good morning to you too, boss.Her reply came almost immediately.Scarlett: Good. You remembered your manners.I stared at the screen.Marcus, who had been watching over my shoulder, burst out laughing."What's so funny?""Nothing.""You're smiling."I immediately put my phone away."I am not.""Whatever you say."I d
Liam's Point Of View By Wednesday, I'd come to three conclusions about Scarlett Johansson.One, she was annoyingly punctual whenever she wasn't arriving late.Two, she had absolutely no interest in making friends with the people who seemed desperate to befriend her.And three, she was entirely too comfortable disagreeing with people.Especially me.Not that we'd spoken much. We shared a few classes, occasionally exchanged notes when one of us missed something, and had somehow developed an unspoken agreement to pretend the other didn't exist.It was working perfectly.Until our English teacher decided to ruin it."Before we begin today's lesson, I have something for you."A collective groan went around the classroom.Mrs. Adeyemi ignored it."I've noticed that some of you have become rather comfortable working independently. Unfortunately, university won't always give you that luxury, so we're going to practise collaboration."Marcus leaned towards me."That sounds expensive."I didn'
Liam's Point Of View I was beginning to think our class teacher had developed a personal interest in making my mornings unnecessarily complicated.It was barely eight thirty, and I was already regretting coming to school.Marcus, on the other hand, seemed unusually entertained."Apparently, she's from somewhere on the mainland," he said, scrolling through his phone.I didn't look up."Congratulations.""You're not curious?""No.""Not even a little?""Should I be?"He put his phone down."You're impossible.""Yet here you are."Before he could respond, our teacher walked into the classroom carrying a stack of papers."Settle down, everyone."The noise gradually died.I closed the book I'd been reading and leaned back in my chair."Unfortunately, Scarlett hasn't arrived yet. I expect her to join us shortly, so we'll get started without her."I barely registered the announcement.Then the door opened.And apparently, shortly meant twenty minutes later."Miss Johansson," our teacher sai







