All Chapters of Teach me to sin II (Sins of the past): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Recess at Heldon was always a performance, and I was used to being center stage. The courtyard buzzed with the usual circus—freshmen scrambling for seats at the stone benches, girls huddled in cliques whispering, guys tossing footballs back and forth, and the sound of laughter echoing against the old brick walls. Most days, I thrived in this spotlight. My smile could tilt a room, my wink could scatter a pack of girls into giggles, and my reputation—both earned and exaggerated—kept me floating above the noise. Being Saint Padre’s son didn’t hurt either. People watched me with equal parts admiration and caution, and I liked it that way. But today wasn’t about them. Today my focus was on her. Eloise Walker. She wasn’t doing anything special—just walking, her books tucked under one arm, her hair swinging slightly as she crossed the courtyard. But there was something in the way she carried herself that demanded attention. Like the space belonged to her, not the pedigreed brats who

The bell shrieked its freedom song, but for once, I didn’t feel relieved. My desk was still covered with scribbled notes from the election, but I couldn’t bring myself to touch any of it.How did my day end up like this?What the hell was I doing being class president? School was out, yet the air in the classroom felt heavier than it had during the vote. Maybe that was because Gabrielle was in the process of storming out like a thundercloud in heels, her chair still askew, her jaw clenched so hard I could practically hear her teeth grinding. As she passed, her shoulder brushed mine—deliberate, sharp. I stiffened, my jaw tightening, but I didn’t say anything. Not here. Not with everyone’s eyes already flicking between us like spectators at a boxing match.These sick people. They were itching for blood. I had overthrown their queen and now they wanted us to go to war to keep a crown I didn’t ask for. “Careful,” she hissed under her breath, so low only I could hear. And then she w

The mop squeaked against the tiles, each stroke pulling the dirty water into neat lines that vanished as quickly as they appeared. I moved with practiced rhythm, the kind that made me blend in, invisible, unremarkable. That’s how I liked it. No one looked at the janitor. That was the brilliance of my cover. Students rushed past me without thought, teachers nodded politely and kept walking. But me—I saw everything. I cataloged every movement, every voice, every smile that wasn’t meant for me. And her. Always her. Eloise Perkins. The girl had no clue the kind of shadow she’d cast over me since the moment I first laid eyes on her. I was supposed to be watching her for Wakeem, supposed to be nothing more than eyes and ears inside these walls. But it was more than that now. Far more. She’d crawled into my head, under my skin, sunk into the marrow of me. The way her lips curled when she smirked, the fire in her eyes when she stood her ground—it had infected me. I wanted her. Ne

The air outside Ma Belinda Marcus’s office was thick with the kind of tension that clung to your skin. Kiara’s gaze swept over all of us, cool and unhurried, before landing squarely on me.I couldn’t shake the feeling of being intimidated under her watchful gaze. “You must be Eloise Perkins,” she said, her voice velvet-smooth but edged with steel. My throat went dry. “Yeah. That’s me.” “It’s about time we met.” She extended her hand. Her nails were perfectly manicured, pale pink with a glossy sheen. I hesitated, then shook it. Her grip was firm, deliberate—not crushing, but steady enough to remind me she was in control. “Kiara Blane. Head Girl.” Like I didn’t already know.“Yeah. Nice to meet you” I replied.She closed the gap between us and taking a strand of my hair, she twirled it around her finger while she looked me in the eye.I could be mistaken but it felt like she wanted to kiss me.“I have heard so much about you, little kitten. From Beating up all members of the 3

I slammed my bedroom door shut, harder than I meant to, the sound echoing through the hall like a gunshot. My chest was still heaving, my hands balled into fists at my sides. Tristan. Always Tristan. Always the one deciding, the one shutting me down like I was a little girl who couldn’t think for herself.Who the fuck did he think he was anyway? He had 18 years to play dad and where was he? Now he wants to lord over me?Well, fuck him then. I kicked off my shoes and flopped onto my bed, the anger boiling in me until it almost felt like heat radiating off my skin. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and jabbed Aisha’s name in my contacts. It only rang once before she picked up.“That dick!!”She laughed. “Good evening to you too, Girl. What’s up? you sound like a storm is brewing,” she said, her tone half-amused, half-concerned. I let out a frustrated growl. “A storm? Try a fucking hurricane. Tristan just told me I can’t go to Kiara Blane’s party.” There was a pause on the