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SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.Everyone says heartbreak feels like drowning.They were wrong.Mine felt like fire. Fire in my lungs, my chest, the back of my throat.Consuming, burning, hot. Matt, my best friend boy I've loved since forever, the boy I made cardboard cut-outs of, replaying the moment he'd ask me to be his finally, stands there, laughing with the girl who's made my life hell for two years that I have attended this school.He didn't just break my heart - he handed it to her on a platter of fucking gold. And now, they're kissing in the hallway like no one else exists - like I don't exist to him.I wasn't supposed to see it- I don't think anyone was supposed to. The hallway was quiet, too quiet, empty, but I turned the corner, and there he was.Laughing with her, his hands around her waist as he places his lips on her cheek.And my world-whatever little of it that was left-crashes, crumbles, under the weight of his betrayal.He chose her.The girl who sneers at my secondhand s

LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.The engine purred beneath me like a beast restrained, its growl low and threatening as I leaned back against the leather seat of my Lamborghini. The early morning sun filtered through the tinted windshield, casting gold across the sleek black dash. But I wasn’t watching the road.I was watching her.Sloane.Curvy, scowling, stubborn Sloane—marching up the sidewalk like she was daring the universe to touch her. Her books clutched to her chest. Her yellow-dyed hair caught the light like fire. She didn’t know I’d been parked on this street for ten minutes.Correction: She didn’t know I’d been watching her every morning since the bet.Scratch that, every morning since she walked through the halls of Ravenscroft High.But today wasn’t just any morning.Today, we arrived.I rolled the window down slowly.“Sloane,” I called out.She stopped like someone had yanked her spine back. Her eyes locked onto mine with the precision of a sniper’s aim, her eyes wide in shock an

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.She walked ahead of me into the arts room, before turning so abruptly that I almost reeled back in shock. She looked at me with sharp eyes filled with what looked like concern and sympathy. I stepped toward her, but she didn’t move right away. Instead, her eyes met mine in a way that made my skin prickle; not with fear, but rather with the sense that she was weighing me out, and measuring something I couldn’t see.When she finally spoke again, her voice dropped low, meant only for me. It made me feel like someone was listening in on us from another part of the school. She leaned in as she stepped closer to me, so close that I could smell her strawberry cologne."Miss Bishop… in this school, not every crown is made of gold. Some are forged from iron. And iron… cuts deeper. Be careful, because if you keep playing with the crown, you'd be cut off from it sooner than you'd realise."Before I could ask what she meant, she turned on her heel and swept down the hall,

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW. It wasn’t real. But in Ravenscroft Academy, truth never mattered. Only power did. And Lucien? He had all of it. This school was practically his playground—a field his father had given him; he owned everything. He smirks at me, a grin in his eyes as he swirls his phone in his hand, the tattoo of an ace of spades beautifully drawn on the back of his right hand. Overwhelmed, I rose from my seat, barely giving a damn about who was watching. Everyone's eyes were on Roxanne, the new object of all gossip. That's what happens when Lucien strips his protection from you-- you're left on your own, the wolves and sharks ready to close in on you. I found myself in the girls’ bathroom after that. I needed a second to breathe, maybe to hide, the weight of everything crushing me. The hum of the fluorescent light above buzzed too loudly, the smell of lavender soap almost suffocating. I gripped the sink, knuckles whitening, watching my reflection like she might give m