All Chapters of Teach me to sin II (Sins of the past): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The drive back home was quiet. Too quiet. Tristan’s hand rested on the steering wheel, his knuckles pale with strain, his eyes fixed on the empty road as if focusing on anything else might make the silence between us collapse into something neither of us could handle. I kept sneaking glances at him, wondering if he was thinking the same thing I was—that maybe we’d both said and done things that couldn’t be undone. I knew that he was worried about how things were going to be with Eloise. Especially after what happened at the party. But he looked calm now, steadier, almost relieved that I was beside him again. When we pulled into the driveway, the porch light flickered on. I’d forgotten how warm that sight could feel. The moment we stepped through the door, the faint smell of vanilla candles wrapped around me, and before I could even set down my bag, Marilyn came rushing in from the kitchen. “Alex!” Her voice cracked with emotion. She looked half relieved, half furious. B

The morning sun felt brighter than usual—mockingly so, like the universe had decided to spotlight my humiliation. Three days of sulking in my room, ignoring calls, and avoiding the mirror hadn’t done much to soothe the sting of being THAT girl—the one dragged out of a party by her “dad” in front of all of Heldon high. God, I was never going to forgive Tristan for this. Or, Alex. Especially, Alex. I walked down the hallways and half expected to see the people laughing and pointing in my direction, lit up with gossip and my name at the forefront. I swear sometimes it’s always one drama after another with me in this fucking school. Why did I take Aisha’s advise and go to that dumb party anyway? Ughhhh and it’s all that dumb Ruby Padre’s fault. Her and her annoying, beautiful face. If she didn’t make me class president then Kiara wouldn’t have given me the time of day and I wouldn’t be going through any of this right now. I thought of Gabrielle and Lindsay. They were reall

The clock ticked too loudly. The teacher’s voice sounded like white noise. And no matter how hard I tried, my attention just wouldn’t stay on the board. And no, I wasn’t thinking about how my school was lusting after my father. It was something else entirely. My kept running everywhere and it kept drifting back to her. Ruby padre. She sat a few rows ahead, angled slightly toward the window, one hand crossed over the other, hair gleaming jet black beneath the morning light. She wasn’t even doing anything particularly special—just doodling absently in her notebook while pretending to listen—but somehow, she still managed to pull every drop of attention in the room toward her. At least, she pulled all of my attention. Yeah, it was just me. I couldn’t explain it. I didn’t even want to explain it. Ever since the night of the party, she’d been... stuck in my head. Like a song you didn’t mean to like but couldn’t stop humming anyway. Maybe it was the way she’d looked th

The moment Luca strutted out of the room, a trail of whispers and sighs followed him. Every girl within a five–foot radius looked either lovestruck or dazed, and even Aisha—who normally rolled her eyes at his antics—was staring after him, lips slightly parted. I folded my arms, pretending I didn’t notice. And when I was done acting like I couldn’t see her drooling I spoke. “Girl, snap yourself back to reality” Aisha finally blinked and laughed. “That obvious?” “He’s not even that cute, you know” “That’s a lie” Then turning toward me with a glint of curiosity that was almost mischievous. “Okay, spill. What did your guardian angel, Luca Padre whisper in your ear?” I shot her a playful glare. “He’s not my…..my anything actually” “Yeah, yeah. You didn’t answer the question.” Aisha leaned closer. “He looked dead serious for a second and so did you .” I hesitated. I didn’t want to sound paranoid or make a big deal out of it, but the tone in Luca’s voice had bee

That morning, the halls of Heldon buzzed with whispers, the kind that slithered around corners and settled like static in the air. I could feel them even before Aisha rushed up to me, clutching her phone, face pale and eyes huge. “Eloise! You won’t believe what just happened.” I turned, brows lifting. “What?” “Bree Garfield—she just got caught by security.” I blinked, confused. “Caught doing what?” “Carrying drugs,” Aisha hissed, lowering her voice. “They said she was caught behind the old gym with a bag full of it. Apparently someone tipped off the school.” For a moment, I just stared. Bree Garfield wasn’t the type you’d expect to be tangled up in something like that. She was quiet, neat, always sitting at the edge of the classroom with her notebook balanced on her knees. The thought of her being hauled off by school security felt… wrong. I shook my head. “That’s insane.” “I know,” Aisha said, wringing her hands. “They’re saying she’s been buying since last term, but no