DELILAHMy alarm blares at me and I groan while slapping at it until it shuts off. Today is the first day of senior year with the guys being back at school with us. It's also the first time I'll see Asshat since his photos with all those girls in LA and my mini trip to the Caribbean with Tess for a much needed girls trip. I pick out my favorite cami and sweater and put on a pair of skinny jeans, checking myself in the mirror before heading out. I pull up to Ridgedale High and mentally prepare myself for the worst. Hopefully, I won't have any classes with Liam. If I do, I've decided to do what I did the time we got into a huge fight in fifth grade. I ignored him, pretending like he was not even there. It drove him insane. If that doesn't work, I'll just act like it doesn't bother me that he's there. Maybe even find some other guy to flirt with to make sure I've really driven my point home. There's always Jeremiah. He wouldn't mind me flirting with him.Tess meets me at the door. "Hey g

LIAM Entranced is putting it mildly. Enamored maybe? Captivated. Engorged. All of those words could easily describe the state I’m in after checking out social media this morning and seeing photos of Delilah everywhere. Apparently she decided to get back into modeling and holy hell it just had to be for a swimsuit designer. She's gorgeous, curves in all the right places, and I know I'm not the only guy in school who has been checking out the photos repeatedly today. From the drool visible on Jeremiah’s chin, some have given up any pretense that they’re paying attention to the teacher today.I have to admit, I was surprised to see that she's modeling again. She quit suddenly after her mom passed away a few years ago. She said something about it being too hard with missing her mom. I'm proud of her for trying again. She's an incredibly talented model, even if it kills me to have every guy at our school drooling over her body.Tonight, my plan was to come to this party for a distraction f

LIAM I hear the front door open downstairs and slowly start to wake up from my dream. There's a warm soft body curled up in my arms and everything that happened last night comes back to me. Delilah is still here lying in my arms, head nuzzled between my chest and my neck. Then I remember that someone is in my house. "Liam, are you up honey? We're home early, I thought I could make you breakfast. Oh my." My mom opens my door, which I didn't think I needed to lock, since no one else was supposed to be home this week. I pull the blanket up over Delilah as she wakes up looking confused and embarrassed. My mom being the nosy person that she is, decides to come in instead of closing the door like any normal mortified parent would. "Liam, I thought we talked about this. Just because you're in a band doesn't mean you need to be a man whore. I thought you were going to straighten up. Who's this with you? What about Delilah? I thought you were going to try to make things work with her?" M

DELILAHWe're exiting the airport, hand in hand when the cameras begin flashing. I knew this was coming but even still it can be unnerving. The reporters begin yelling for our attention and then one of them notices the ring. "Delilah, is that an engagement ring on your finger?" "Liam, when's the big day?" "Will you stop for a picture?"I just look at Liam and smile. He's also smiling from ear to ear when he slips into the vehicle next to me. "How long before our phones start dinging?" I ask him. He laughs, "hmm maybe fifteen minutes, if we're lucky." He says chuckling. "I bet we don't even get to the hotel." Tyler adds just as the notifications begin. I glance at the posts on my phone, "Wedding Bells in the air? Football Princess spotted with engagement ring.""I'm still the best man right?" Ty questions while gently punching Liam in the shoulder. "Of course man. Somebody has to listen to me whine while I wait for Delilah to show up at the altar." We pull up to the hotel and I

LIAM We just arrived at the hottest club in Vegas. Tonight we're celebrating out on the town with our friends again. The last two days seem surreal as I lead my new wife into the flashing lights and thumping music. I spot Tyler in the VIP section and wrap my arm around Dels, leading her that way. She looks like a goddess tonight, her dark hair cascading over her bare shoulders. She's wearing this strapless gold number that hugs her curves perfectly, which makes me want to hug her curves even more than I already do. People are watching us more than they usually do. I'm sure it has to do with our faces being plastered all over the internet today. I hold her a bit closer. Most of the articles were predictable, "Liam Anderson's Secret Wedding with Bikini Model Delilah Jones." A few however, posted speculations of a rushed wedding, claiming it was necessary because Lilah was pregnant and had somehow trapped me and that it'd never last. I know those articles frustrated her, but time will