"How is he?" I ask Lucien as I see him exit Seb's room. Lucien silently closes Seb's door before turning to answer me. He has his stethoscope around his neck, probably one of the rare times that he has it on at home. "He's doing better, Ari. He'll be back in school tomorrow. You should get going or you'll be late." I nod but remain standing before Lucien, "Look, I just want you to know I'm sorry that Seb wasn't more present at your party. It was my fault." Lucien raises his eyebrows incredulously, "Why would it be your fault?" "He was mad at me and didn't want to see me." Lucien sighs, "No, I'm sure it wasn't you, Ari. I know for a fact how elated he is that you're back. I bet if he can have you glued to his side, he would do so. He was hiding from the party because of an argument we had the night before." I'm sure Lucien is the one who's wrong. Seb told me himself that he wasn't at the party because of me. But I am more curious about their argument so I dare to ask, "What

Back when we were kids, Kier had told me about his first love. His first kiss. It was a cute little story. It was at a mall during one of his vacations in South Korea, a girl was crying because she lost an earring. Kier had found it and kissed the girl to make her feel better. And just like every little thing in my life, I wrote about it in my diary. For anyone, this bit of information getting revealed would be harmless. Not for Kier. That's because his first love, Nikki, is his fiancee's sister and they were just very recently seen leaving a restaurant together. Not only that, Kier's fiancee is famous. She is THE Ella Kingsley, and with Kier being the heir to Livingston Hotel, their marriage is highly anticipated and publicized in the news every single day. Sure, Kier had wanted out of the engagement for a long time, but I doubt he would appreciate this, considering he's still in love with Nikki. "Kier..." I can only utter his name as I stare at him sitting on his bed, with his he

His head hits the tile pretty hard, bounces, and I grasp it with my hand, fearing that it might hit the floor again. I feel a pull in my IV and I think my hand bleeds but I don't register the pain. "Seb! Seb, you idiot." I ask him, "Are you okay?! Seb!" "I'm...okay. I'm okay." Seb says, wincing in pain as he sits up. "Are you sure?" I ask again worriedly. "Yes...ow!" Seb grunts. "What? What is it?" I reach up to push his hair back, inspecting his head for bruises, while he looks at me amused. "Stop that," I tell him, pulling my hands back to myself. "Stop what?" "Looking at me like that. It's annoying." I say. "How do I look at you? I don't know what you're talking about." Seb says, then his face softens. "A..." He starts to lean in, and I get a good view of his eyes. Starview Magazine, one of the leading gossip papers in the country right now, has listed him as one of the hottest young heirs of our generation. A panel had talked lengthily about his eyes and I remember

Kier and Brad are absolutely wasted and now I don't know how I'm going to get us all home. I don't drive. But it's the least of my problems. I sure as hell don't have the strength to be dragging two full-grown men into a car in the first place. "I just can't believe he would do that. Did we aggravate him for some reason? I mean, we fight but it never came to this. It's just...it's all unwarranted." Kier slurs, slamming another empty glass unsteadily on the table. "What the hell is his problem and why can't he just tell us?" "No, I keep telling you. We're just misunderstanding Seb." Brad answers just as clumsily, "It could be that he just had that board up because he was investigating. We should go talk to him now. We shouldn't assume." Kier leans towards Brad, "And I keep telling you, he won't tell us shit. He kept it a secret from us because he was guilty. What makes you think he'll confess to us, now? Plus, you're one to talk. You knew he had Ari's diary before and possibly sti

My hair is still dripping wet as I lean over Seb, trying to get him to stay still so I can treat his wounds. After pulling me out of the water earlier, he immediately fussed over me getting changed and demanded to talk to me alone, much to our friends' protests. I can't really blame them, though. Seb's random whims have always been frustrating, but he just disappeared on us for three days. This is not to mention that he still owes us an explanation. About my diary, about why he just suddenly showed up beaten and bruised. "I returned your journal, by the way. It's on the foot of your bed back home." Seb says quietly, wincing as I put pressure on the cuts on his face. Jesus. What had he done for someone to beat him up like this? Without warning, I start to cry, all that worrying for the past three days just bursting out of my chest. I don't even care that he lied about having my diary and keeping it a secret anymore. I realize that I'm just really glad that he's okay. I punch him we