Semua Bab Bad Boy Alpha: Bab 111 - Bab 120

The Space Between UsNicholas’s POVThe school day didn’t matter after the cafeteria incident. Everything blurred. Teachers spoke, chalk tapped, students whispered—but none of it touched me. I sat there, heart still pounding in the aftermath of what I’d witnessed.Azaria in her full form.Fierce. Unapologetic. Otherworldly.The picture ran in circles through my head, as a refrain to which it kept time, and her fur of silver ash flashing against the light, and her eyes twin embers, and her stature that of a creature reborn. And the vise on my wrist still bumped, unknown to any save hot in its insinuation: mine she was.I no longer knew whether she wanted to be, or not.---After the final period I met up with Ashley in the hall. and her voice was calm. "Lets talk, Nick, can we?"I studied her, I stared at her and saw the effort in her eyes. She still felt guilty as a second skin.I nodded.In the classroom, we got an empty room. Dust was floating in sunlight, and desks were standing i

A Warning in ShadowsAzaria’s POVThis was just a normal day.I would wake to the alarm clock, comb my hair until it no longer tangled, and would look into the mirror until I thought, how much of me would still remain underneath the weight of agony. Going to school was just a habit now--a routine I went through so as to not go crazy.I’d already made up my mind. I was going to ignore Nicholas, Ashley, and definitely Killian. I didn’t want to hear another apology. Another apology was not what I wanted to hear. I did not want anybody telling me just how wrong everything was or that things were not what it appeared to be. I did not care any more.Just that distance between us was what I wanted.However, unluckily to me, I never got as far as my locker.I had hardly taken a step in the hall of the school, when two powerful hands seized me by the arm. I was seized--not violently, but forcibly--through the side hall, and into the gym. The sound of our footsteps went back and forth on the wal

SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERSNicholas' POVI always enjoyed the school hall at lunch time- the noise, the hysteria, the occasional prank which would roll through the lockers. And now all was just hollow. Regardless of the numbers of people filling up that hall, the silence around Azaria and me overshadowed all the things.Slowly I moved with my fingers touching the edge of the lockers that carried the dents and stickers that marked the years of existence. About the faces I knew, I skimmed my eyes and voices, that I used to care about. But nothing was in my mind but her. Azaria.How she would stand at her locker waiting on me with her arms folded, how that devilish little smile would trace the edge of her lips. The manner in which she used to roll her eyes at me when I said something stupid yet would still smile even though what I had said was like me handing her the moon.Now... nothing.It had been weeks—long, miserable weeks of empty glances, half-hearted nods, and pretending we were

HAUNTED IN HALLWAYSAzaria's POVThe gym should not have been this creepy.But here I was alone, once more passing through the closed doors into the ringing emptiness of jumping deadness. The overhead sconces hummed overhead, throwing long black shapes across the bleachers and the scuffed court. My only company was my footsteps which were tender on the wooden floor. It seemed that one was going through a memory.I didn’t know why I came here.Maybe it was muscle memory. Or maybe I thought the gym—the place where things used to be okay—might calm the storm inside my chest.But it didn’t. The silence was too loud. Too deliberate.Everything in me felt… frayed. Caught between myself, what I understand, and what I do not know as well as yet. I did not trust myself, certainly not others.Killian’s words played like a broken record in the back of my mind:“It’s not strangers who bring the knife, Azaria. It’s the ones you already handed it to.”It made sense now. The betrayals. The looks. Th

THE TRUTH IN HIS EYESAzaria’s POVThe next day, the sky was restless and gray. There was a lot of buzzing of lips and exclamations of wonder down the hallways, but my own mind was finally clear in weeks.I didn’t flinch when I passed people anymore. I didn’t jump in the shadows.I knew what to hunt. I knew it was coming. But now, it would find I was no longer prey.As I reached my locker, a hand slammed shut the door beside mine.I turned.Nicholas.His eyes locked on mine, fierce and worried.“We need to talk.”“I’m not in the mood—”“Azaria, listen. Someone’s coming after you.”I froze.He leaned in closer. “And I think it’s someone we both know.”My heart thudded. “Who?”His jaw clenched. “Not here.”I didn’t move.The part of me still bitter with betrayal screamed to walk away.But the other part wanted to talk, "Then let us go where they cannot hear."---The court was long abandoned.The paths, broken rocks, wound under the untamed ivy, and benches were gathered in rusty corner