I stop at the edge of the crowd, eyes searching for a girl with black hair. I find her against the wall, talking to a guy. I rush to her and drag her away, ignoring her protests. I stop in the middle of the floor, surrounded by all the other bodies. I turn to face her with an excited smile on my face, and I start to dance. I don't ever get to do this. I don't go to parties and drink. I don't dance. And I'm forever regretful for not going sooner. I wave my hands in the air, fingers wiggling. I have amazing spirit fingers. "Are you drunk?" Ivy laughs. She starts to sway her hips, her arms raising, and she looks sensual. The twinkle in her eyes is mesmerizing, and she seems so different from her usual self. More lively.Her allure is instant, and it's no wonder she went from dancing with a female to talking to a male. "Yes! I played beer pong with King!" I shout. I turn around and start to grind my hips into hers, just as I saw her doing with the other girl earlier. Ivy's hands fin

STONE POVWatching Ariella walk into my house wearing a summer dress that barely reaches her knees almost makes me bust a nut. I forget all about the girl sitting next to me, my eyes glued to her milky thighs hidden behind that swishing skirt. She always knew how to pull off the teasing-daughter-of-a-pastor look.Imagine my fucking surprise when he turns out to have a thirst for taking away a life.I didn't know anyone personally that was murdered. My family never went to church. Sure, my dad is religious, but his self-absorbed ass is too busy to attend a weekly gathering of the community to praise the god he worships. While I wasn't directly affected by the incident, Haeden was. An old family friend of his was among the people her father killed. The confusion he's feeling now - whether he still wants her or hates her entire existence solely for being related to the man who caused his pain - is eating away at him. Either way he's still obsessed, and one is more dangerous than the oth

On Monday, I wait for Stone to leave first. I can't run into him after seeing what I did. How can I face him after that? Would we just ignore it and never bring it up? I would, but I don't know if he'll want to talk about it. Accuse me of being a pervert for just standing there, watching. Just like the girl in the library when I found her with Haeden.I liked watching.I shake my head and peek through the window once more, stiffening when I see him walk out. Once his car is out of sight, I begin my walk to school. I never realized how many students walk the same path I do, but now that they all throw different things at me, rocks or rolled up paper, it becomes clear that quite a few people walk to school. It's hard to ignore them when we're walking to the same place, but when I don't react, eventually most of them get bored and stop. Luckily I don't see Haeden, Kingston, Ivy, or Stone. I may not have seen Kingston or Ivy when I left yesterday morning, but I'm sure they were brough

TRIGGER WARNING!!I drift back and catch Kingston looking at me. I freeze, is he upset at me for witnessing that? Is he going to come over here and demand that I mind my own business? However, he doesn’t move. He smiles, except it isn’t a nice smile. It sends shivers down my spine.“Ariella.” I stop walking down the hall, my shoulders slumping because… fuck, I'm just a few steps away from my locker when Mr. Williams calls from behind me. I hold in my groan and turn around, a fake smile lighting my face. “Yeah?” I ask, glancing back at my locker. He can take a hint right? “Step into my classroom for a minute.” He nods to his open door, strands of his brown hair falling into his face. And no, of course he can't take a hint, who am I kidding? This is the guy who gave me the word psychopath to define in front of the whole class. His glasses sit high on his face, and I tense. Looking around me, I hesitantly step inside. He doesn’t close the door all the way, much to my relief.“I want

He tugs me, and when I start to follow, he drops my wrist.I jump in the back seat of the truck while Stone gets in the driver's seat and Haeden in the passenger. The leather on the seats are still intact, and the fabric for the roof is ripped off, revealing the metal ceiling. "Is there a reason why you both are skipping too?" I ask, eyes stuck to the way Stone’s bruised knuckles tighten on the steering wheel. I bet they would look so pretty around my throat. He pulls out of the school's parking lot, taking a left instead of a right, in the direction of our houses."Does it fucking matter?" Stone asks with a shrug."I guess not." I frown, looking out the window. I debate whether or not to bring up that he's going the wrong way, but he knows that. "What about Kingston and Ivy?" I ask, noticing their absence."Kingston can't ditch as much as we can. His dad won't let him." Haeden chuckles, but it lacks any humor. He kicks his feet up on the dashboard and sparks up another rolled join