All Chapters of The Us Between Chaos: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I shivered when the cold wind blew. I was sitting on the floor of my balcony inside my room, thinking about what Mom said. It was three A.M., and I was still wide awake. I wanted to drown myself in drinking. I became obsessed with this feeling of being drowsy and unaware of my surroundings — the blurry vision and loss of balance. It’s hard, but it really feels good.I hugged myself and looked at the starry sky. Would it be a great idea if I sneaked out right now and went to a club? I bet Mom wouldn’t like it. I stayed on the balcony for a few more minutes, then suddenly found myself walking through a crowd. The music was so damn loud. It was three A.M., yet still, many people were partying — though most of them were already drunk.I walked straight to the bartender’s station and asked for a drink — something that would make me drunk in one shot. He stared at me, waiting for me to say “just kidding,” but I just stared back, picked up my wallet, and slid my credit card onto the table. I

What I learned about Enzo was that he acted based on who was in front of him. At school, he was giddy, cheerful, and childish. Around Kurt and me, he turned mature—caring and protective. When he was with their staff, he became friendly yet authoritative. He looked cool when he acted like that. I used to think he was just dumb.He reminded me a lot of Hank. I’ve been wondering why I hate him, and I think I finally figured it out— I hate him for being someone I wanted to be.He’s patient, caring, disciplined. He thinks before he acts. And I’m the complete opposite.I gave up on Mom once. I did. I even started thinking of her as extra baggage, and I hate myself for it. But she never wanted to get better. She didn’t try to help herself. She just sat there watching television, eating the food that wasn’t good for her, refusing the food that was. I could never rest—not really—because I was always thinking about what needed to be done. If I didn’t move, no one would. If I left thin

I walked out of class the moment I saw Jarred’s message. Grandfather called an emergency meeting—without Hank and me—and they were about to vote for the next owner of the Agnello Empire. I thought we’d all agreed to handle this after graduation. Why were they rushing it now?I pressed harder on the gas, my pulse racing as fast as the car.When I arrived, Hank was already standing beside Grandfather. The old man was yelling at him. I stepped inside and took my place next to Hank. My eyes landed on the whiteboard behind Grandfather—and I froze.My name. My shares. So many more than before. When did that happen?Hank’s face was unreadable, but his posture was rigid. Something had gone down before I got here.“I’m putting all my shares under Hank,” Grandfather said. The room erupted into whispers.“We’re against Hank, Chairman Agnello—and you know exactly why,” one of the board members said.Grandfather slammed his palm on the table, silencing the room. “Hally and Haris were both at faul

Enzo and Kurt had been hanging out at our house a lot lately, playing PS5 with Paris. Mom had already told them not to bring cakes anymore—they’d brought enough to stock a bakery. Nazi and Mom had been stressing over where to put all of them. Four boxes had already made their way to their house, yet somehow the cakes never seemed to end. I stared at the overflowing fridge. Two-door, extra large—heaven for a sweet tooth like me."Sydney, bring us some Red Velvet Cake!" Enzo yelled from the living room. I peeked over the kitchen wall dividing the spaces. Their backs were to me, completely absorbed in the game."Get your own damn cake, Enzo!" I yelled back. He turned, stared at me, and I stuck out my tongue. I rolled my eyes and went to the fridge for my own slice of Red Velvet.Then a mischievous thought hit me. If I wanted to tease Enzo, why not leave him out? I grabbed two small plates, sliced some Chocolate Mousse Cake for Paris and Kurt, and poured melon juice for all three of them,

Dr. Kent released me at night. Hade took me home, saying something urgent had come up with Jarred. I had no idea where Enzo was, and I silently hoped he wouldn’t tell his mom—or, worse, Dad. If Dad knew, he would definitely tell Mom, and she couldn’t know. Not now, not when she was finally doing so well.When I got home, Mom immediately asked about my day. I told her about Sir Migs. She was thrilled that after two years, I had finally seen him again. She knew how much effort it had taken me to find any trace of his social media—and how impossible it seemed.Mom happily agreed to have lunch with Sir Migs. We asked Paris if she wanted to come, and she said yes, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. She wanted to see what was so magnetic about Sir Migs that made me go mad trying to find him.That night, Sir Migs messaged me, asking if we were free next week—which was this week. I checked my schedule. According to Caye, “You’re free next week, Monday. But the rest, no.” So I asked Sir Migs if M