Flynn stayed silent for a while. "Uhm, it was great." He said after a moment of hesitation. "Actually... Sera came by today... at my office."My heart stopped for a millisecond. I stared at Flynn, waiting for him to continue. He probably saw the horrified expression on my face, because he shook his head."No, I made a promise to you and I will keep it until my last breath. Actually, Sera came to apologize."I raised my eyebrows up at that. "And? An apology will not excuse the things she did.""But I was also at fault, pudding. I admit it. What happened three years ago wasn't only her fault. We both know it. But that's not the point.""Then what is the point, Vasilios?""Sera's pregnant.""And?""She got raped. She's carrying the child of a rapist."My breath got stuck in my throat. Now I was the one that was speechless. I would never wish rape or dead on my enemy or someone who did me wrong. It's horrible and disgusting.Flynn continued, "She came to ask for my forgiveness so that she

I rolled back over, reaching for my cellphone. And when I clicked the harsh white light on, I chuckled. Of course it was almost lunch time. I’d slept through my first two periods. What a great way to start my senior year. The smell of alcohol followed me as I sat up. I burped, and the taste was rancid. I was damn near the puking stage, but I refused to do that.I refused to pussy out after the best party of the summer.I slipped to the edge of my bed, groaning. I felt like utter shit. One too many beers, and it was hard to move. Hard to think straight. Hard to even fathom getting myself cleaned up so I could get to school. I mean, if my parents figured out I was late for my first day, all hell might break loose.They might video chat me from their safari trip and really give me a good tongue lashing.“Idiots,” I said, snickering.I pulled myself out of bed and stumbled into the wall. I caught myself with my hands, but the glaring rays of the sun made me cower away. Fuck, that sun was

I raised my hand. “Mrs. Christ?”“You can get a syllabus at the end of class. Take notes while you’re here, and don’t be late to my class again.”I heard giggles rising up from the front corner of the classroom. Allison, with her bright blond hair, and Rae. With her plain brown hair, her annoying little freckles, and her dark eyes. Like blackened pits of despair that reeked of the desolate wasteland called ‘her neighborhood.’I watched her throughout class. I watched Rae tuck her foot up under her thigh, splaying it out more against her seat. The teacher rambled on about shit I didn’t care about as Rae’s frizzy ponytail swung against her back. That jacket slipped from her shoulders, revealing a softly-toned strength underneath them that called for a second glance.Or a really fucking long stare.Maybe she’s not all pig fat, after all.“Mr. Clarke?”I whipped my head to the front of the classroom as Mrs. Christ called my name.“Yep?”The teacher sighed. “Can you answer for the class wh

I pointed. “Go off the track. See that ditch? Fly over it and meet me on the other side.”Roy snickered. “The fuck? Are you trying to get me thrown—”“Just do it, dickweed! I’m trying not to cost us our rank in this damn game!”I kept pressing buttons and fiddling with the modifications I’d made to my car. This damn thing was my pride and joy. I’d been grinding until the early hours of the morning over the summer, winning races and getting enough in-game cash to buy what I wanted to for it. Its speed was unmatched. The engine horsepower was out of this world. The car fucking screamed around the track, smoking these newbies like it was a fish fry.Then the front door slammed out.“What the—?”My eyes peeled away from the screen, and I watched in shock as my father walked through the front doors. He was followed by my stepmother, who looked like her head was about to explode with fury. The horrific sound of my car crashing into a tree caused Roy to groan.Roy stood up quickly. “Mr. Clar

She pouted. “Oh, come on. It’ll be fun. Your hair can match your toes, and you can take some of my shirts that probably match, too.”I grinned. “You mean you have shirts that aren’t pastel colors?”Allison’s face fell. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Jerk.”Michael chuckled. “Maybe just some under-the-hair highlights, then? You know, so when you wear it down, you can’t see them. But when you wear your ponytails, you can?”I furrowed my brow. “How do you know so much about all this shit?”He groaned. “Mom.”Allison giggled. “Well, if you don’t want to you don’t have to. But you’d look hot with them.”I sighed. “Why don’t we dye your hair, then?”Allison’s eyes widened. “And deal with the wrath of my mother? Not a chance. You know how she feels about hair dye. Ever since she had that reaction a few years back, she’s been on that all-natural healthy-everything kick. If she came back to me with dyed hair, she’d probably disown me.”Michael scoffed. “I hate to admit I even know this, but there are all-natura