CHAPTER 9
Claire Matthews entered through the front entrance, her arms full of grocery bags. "Caleb? Julia? We're back!" she said in a cheerful, sing-song voice.Robert followed closely behind, expertly shouldering the larger paper sacks from the car while flashing his wife a loving grin. "The conquering heroes return from a hard day's hunter-gathering," he said with a laugh.Robert noticed movement in the living room and raised his brow in astonishment as Caleb came into view, trailed by Julia. "Well, what is this? "Son, shouldn't you be at basketball practice?"There was no reproach in his tone, only quiet inquiry. Robert took satisfaction in being involved in his children's lives, especially because Claire's high-pressure career kept her away from home more than they preferred.Caleb shrugged, his casual lean highlighted by the broad, muscular shape that always gave Robert a quiet sense of masculine pride. "Hi, Dad. Coach canceled today's class, saying, "We've been pushing ourselves too hard lately and could use a little rest."Claire walked into the kitchen, depositing her armload of groceries on the counter, causing a rustle of plastic bags. "I swear, that guy works you boys to the bone! "You're just a group of teenagers, not professional athletes."Caleb smirked as he exchanged delighted looks with his father. "You know how coaches are, Mom." We have to stay on top of each other so that the State can continue its winning streak."Your mother has a point, champ," Robert murmured, putting down his load and circling the kitchen island to offer Claire's shoulder an affectionate squeeze. "Don't want you burning out before we get a chance to see you play in the Championships."His chest swelled with undisguised father pride, and a warm sensation of pleasure bloomed as he noticed Caleb's expression brighten somewhat in response to the praise and encouragement. Despite his son's brazen confidence and massive physique, Robert knew that a few well-placed words of approbation could make the gruff, hyper-masculine façade sweetly childlike.The little Sixteen-year-old wedged herself between her brother and parents, craning her neck to smile cheekily up at Caleb. "Why don't you two just kiss already and save us the gag-worthy mushiness?"Caleb snorted, dropping his massive hand to roughly caress Julia's wild locks. "You're just jealous that I'm the favorite kid, pipsqueak."Julia squawked in outrage, shoving her brother's arm halfheartedly as the good-natured sibling banter disintegrated into a flurry of laughing tussling. Robert, watching their antics with unrestrained warmth, placed an arm around his wife's slim waist and kissed her smiling lips tenderly."You did good, babe," he murmured, bringing their foreheads together as love creases formed at the corners of his eyes. "You did real good with these kids."At that point, the tumultuous sounds of their hyperactive children's horseplay subsided into a beautiful background hum - the reassuring cadence of a happy, loving family celebrating each other's presence. A simple scene, perhaps, but one that Robert and Claire had worked painstakingly to cultivate despite virtually insurmountable difficulties.And seeing his beautiful wife's peaceful smile as they basked in their hard-earned benefits, Robert knew without a doubt that all the effort had been worthwhile. This was their normal - chaotic, imperfect, but filled with more love and acceptance than most people could ever hope for.Caleb exhaled slowly as he is finally letting the strain drain from his shoulders. In the aftermath of his and Yuria's encounter earlier, he was intensely aware of every creak and groan in the house, his nerves tingling with the prospect of being caught bare-assed at any minute.Fortunately, he had just enough notice of their return to conceal any damning evidence and get his stuff together before Julia's screaming voice broke the silence. A touch too close for comfort, but another near miss was skillfully negotiated anyway.The tantalizing aromas of Claire's cooking floated in from the kitchen, temporarily distracting Caleb from his persistent uneasiness. His stomach rumbled in satisfaction as hints of garlic, oregano, and sizzling tomato sauce teased his senses. Mom appears to have been preparing her renowned chicken parmesan for dinner tonight, which has long been a favorite of his.Despite the delectable fragrances saturating the home, Caleb did not feel compelled to join the women just yet. It would be better to stay away for a while and give himself some time to collect his thoughts before confronting their inspection. His mother had always been freakishly sensitive, able to tell if her baby boy was upset or hiding something from a mile away.Instead, Caleb grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat on the old sofa, absently scrolling through channels until he came across a random action movie repeat. Situating himself with his feet kicked up on the scarred coffee table, he finally allowed his body to fully relax, relishing the mindless distraction of the leisurely day.Claire hummed an idle tune under her breath as she moved around the cramped kitchen with the ease of routine. Julia sat on a worn stool at the island, shredding a block of mozzarella into a pile of stringy strips as her mother instructed."You know, you could try being helpful instead of staring off into space," Claire scolded gently, pressing her hip lightly against her daughter's side. "This would go a lot quicker if you pitched in more."Julia let out a dramatic sigh of frustration before turning her attention back to the cheese with renewed zeal. "This is, like, the most boring job ever though," she said with a groan. "Can't I just go lay on the couch and wait for the food to be ready?""And what would you do for me then, hmm?" Claire raised one flawlessly manicured brow in a teasing challenge. "Lounge around while your poor old mother slaved away single-handedly over a hot stove?"She emphasized the mocking lament by putting one palm across her forehead in a salivating, damsel-in-distress position, which made Julia laugh despite herself. Claire's plump lips curved into a triumphant smirk; having raised two children, she understood the importance of keeping them interested and entertained to avoid the inevitable boredom nagging."Oh no, what shall I do if my daughter abandons me to labor and starvation?" she said in mock despair, even grabbing a wooden spoon and swiping it across her brow to mimic rubbing away strained tears.Julia snorted and rolled her eyes at her mother's overblown exaggeration. "You're such a Lazy Girl," she said with no ill will, carefully picking up the shredded mound of cheese and transferring it to the huge dish resting near the simmering sauce.Claire smirked unrepentantly, scooping up a pinch of grated mozzarella and popping it into her lips with a satisfied hum. "Maybe so, but you love me anyway."In the pause that followed, they shared an unsaid tenderness, a warmth and effortless affection born of a thousand similar times throughout Julia's life. Mother and daughter bonded through the simplest of acts and the tightest of embraces.The enchantment was finally broken when Claire awakened herself and removed the sizzling pan of chicken from the hob to prepare for baking. On the verge of summoning Caleb to arrange the table, she halted, thoughtful features breaking into a naughty grin."Why don't we let your layabout big brother enjoy a taste of that inevitable drudgery for once," she said conspiratorially, winking at Julia's delighted grin in response. "I get a hunch he's finally settled down from all his extracurricular activities this afternoon.”She emphasized the latter phrase with a slight arch of one brow, indicating that she was aware of the subtle insinuation. Claire refrained from making any overt acknowledgments out of respect for her son's privacy and limits, but she was still able to pick up on context signals. Like a teen kid missing his Friday afternoon basketball session and returning home two hours later looking disheveled.Julia crinkled her nose in displeasure at her mother's implication. "Ew, icky, Mom! I don't want to think about it! Especially when I might be devouring your delectable chicken parmesan in fifteen minutes."Claire let out a raucous laugh, affectionately mussing her daughter's curls. Mothers had to find ways to amuse themselves, even if it meant engaging in some harmless mocking at the cost of their teenagers.Just another day in the life of the perfectly regular Matthews family.CHAPTER 10YURIA POV:Yuria awoke from a restless sleep as her phone buzzed. She looked at Miranda's name on the screen, a gradual smirk forming on her lips as she read the syrupy message. "Hi, bestie! Just checking in! Can't wait to go home and hear about your week. "I love you!"Yuria snorted mockingly as she typed out a reassuring response, her lip clenched between her teeth. "All good here, Just missing you like crazy!"The lie came out with practiced ease, no hint of guilt interfering with the wicked delight coursing through Yuria's veins. These days, deceiving her so-called "best friend" was as easy as breathing.Miranda had no idea how severely she was being betrayed. By her boyfriend, no less, the boy she claimed to love with every fiber of her being. And by Yuria herself, the girl she regarded as her closest confidant. Her sister.As she reread Miranda's nauseatingly lovely endearments, Yuria let out a sharp whoop of laughing. "God, you are just painfully fucking clueless so
CHAPTER 11*** SUNDAY AFTERNOON ***Lila's footsteps rang on the sidewalk as she walked home from Mia's house. The weight of her handbag appeared little in comparison to the burden of her heart. Mia's illness had taken its toll on them both, and the prospect of her returning to school on Monday brought little comfort.As she approached the crossroads, the sound of a familiar engine sent shivers down her spine. Caleb's car sat still at the stop sign, its chrome glittering in the fading sunlight. Yuria's smug grin met her from the passenger window, and Lila battled the temptation to avoid her gaze."Well, if it isn't the mute freak," Yuria sneered, her voice tinged with disgust.Lila gulped hard and tightened her jaw in mute contempt. She tried to move her feet faster, but Caleb's tyres squealed on the asphalt, causing the car to accelerate forward and obstruct her way."Going somewhere?" Caleb teased, his gaze focused behind the tinted windscreen.Lila's heart pounded in her chest, and
CHAPTER 12 "Caleb," she muttered, her lips softening into a smile that sparked a surge of love in his chest.In that instant, the world appeared to melt away, leaving only the two of them, trapped in a state of feverish suspense."Miranda," he rasped, taking in the sight of her like a mirage in the desert. "I've missed you."The words, simple yet full of profound truth, hung between them like a cord connecting their spirits across the chasm of separation.Miranda covered the distance between them without saying anything, her arms looping around his neck and pulling him into a burning embrace. Caleb reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her small figure, relishing the warmth and rigidity of her body against his.For a long time, they simply held one other, communicating without words the depths of their longing, their bond serving as a lifeline amid life's challenges.Miranda finally leaned back, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "This week apart felt like an eternity," she mutte
CHAPTER 13*** MONDAY MORNING ***Willow Creek High School's hallways pulsed with familiar energy as students flooded through the doors, their laughing and talk echoing off the lockers like a discordant symphony. For Lila Emerson, the cacophony was a sharp reminder of the daily challenge she faced, with her silence a clear target for derision and torment.As she moved through the crowded corridor, her shoulders slumped instinctively, prepared for the usual barrage of jeers and curses. But tonight, a new undercurrent of excitement surged through the crowd, with whispers and furtive glances pointing to the latest drama occurring in their midst.Lila's attention instantly turned to her best friend, Mia, a lone beacon of hope in the turbulent sea of high school politics. Mia smiled tightly, her eyes darkened with a wary look that spoke plenty.Before Lila could ask any additional questions, the corridor was silent, a perceptible shift in the atmosphere that sent shivers down her spine. Sh
CHAPTER 14The repetitive tapping of Mrs. Wilkins' foot against the marble floor broke the strained silence that had crept over the classroom. Her penetrating stare traveled across the assembled students, a silent challenge to face her scrutiny."Well?" she asked, her tone sharp and irritated. "Surely someone can enlighten us as to the central theme of Fitzgerald's masterpiece."A collective rustle echoed across the rows of desks, with the studious few frantically digging through their notes in an attempt to find the solution. But for the most part, the inquiry was met with blank glances and awkward shifting.From the back of the classroom, Lila could feel Caleb and Miranda's presence as a tangible force, their smug indifference in stark contrast to the palpable anxiety that seized their peers. She dared a furtive glance in their direction, her gut constricting at the sight of Miranda's perfectly manicured nails drumming an eager staccato across the desktop.Caleb, the epitome of fals
CHAPTER 15The huge wood door slammed shut behind the final straggling student, leaving Mrs. Wilkins alone in the deafening silence of her classroom. She slumped into the ancient chair behind her desk, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her frustration.Miranda Prescott’s cutting critique still rang in her ears, a stinging condemnation of not only Fitzgerald's beloved work, but also Mrs. Wilkins' own authority as an educator. The girl's daring disobedience had struck at the heart of everything she held dear, including respect, decorum, and the sanctity of the literary canon.Mrs. Wilkins sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, hoping to relieve the searing pain behind her eyes. In her twenty-five years of teaching, she had encountered a fair number of arrogant students, each certain of their own infallible wisdom and superiority.But Miranda was different from the ordinary teenage rabble-rouser. It wasn't just her sharp intelligence or her utter contempt for convention; it w
CHAPTER 16**** D-Day of the Surprise Quiz ****The last bell rang through Willow Creek High's hallways, signaling the end of another period and the beginning of the wild rush to freedom. Students flooded out of the classrooms, their laughter and talk forming a discordant symphony that echoed off the lockers.The last of the individuals had barely crossed the threshold of Mr. Henderson's History classroom when the door swung open, admitting a familiar figure - Mrs. Wilkins, her stern expression a depressing reminder of the academic severities that awaited."Clear your desks and take out a pen," she said as she went to the front of the room.The remaining students let out a cooperative groan, with looks ranging from perplexity to plain dismay."But, Mrs. Wilkins," the students protested, "we've already covered today's material."Mrs. Wilkins fixed the class with a steely stare, her lips pursed into a narrow line of disdain. "And yet, it would seem that some among us are in alarming nee
CHAPTER 17"Very well, then," she said, her voice ringing with a rare note of satisfaction. "Let's see if any of you can match Miss Emerson's incisive analysis."A murmur echoed down the rows of desks, the pupils bending forward in rapt attention, their eyes gleaming with the excitement of the challenge."Next question," Mrs. Wilkins said, her chalk striking against the blackboard in decisive strokes. "Analyse the significance of the valley of ashes and its symbolic representation within the broader context of the novel."A beat of silence ensued, with the students exchanging apprehensive glances as they searched their minds for an appropriate response. Caleb's eyes raised as he locked an intense stare on Lila from the back of the classroom.Mia's hand shot into the air as she saw the change in the dynamic, she looked angry and determined. But before she could say anything, Caleb leaned forward, his lips curving into a sneer as he directed his mocking whisper at the target of his hatr