All Chapters of What Butterflies Don’t Tell You. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Confession.

Sally’s POV Butterflies, Those little creatures fluttered in my belly whenever I saw Justin. This was it! I was going to do it. I exhaled deeply, clutching the gift box I had particularly stayed up all night curating just for him. I was finally going to tell Justin how I have truly felt after three years in colledge. It was our senior year and I didn’t want to live my entire life regretting why I never took the chance. I stood outside the building where Justin was throwing his birthday party. He hadn't entirely invited me to the party; he always thought it wasn’t my thing. My eyes rolled. But I was his best friend, so I guessed I was invited anyway. I had picked my best outfit just for today, wore the pink frame of my glasses, and put on more cologne than usual. Butterflies danced in my belly. I pushed through the doors. The music hit me instantly. Hip-hop. Justin's favorite genre—I never quite understood it, but I liked it because he did. “Wow, this place i

His step brother.

Sally’s POV. Cole hovered over me; he was wearing a leather armless jacket with baggy jeans and a trucker hat. His dark brown hair fell across his face messy in that effortlessly attractive way some boys seemed to wake up with. A slight smirk on his lips. “Don’t you watch where you are…” He paused. “Oh, it's you." I frowned. It's me? What is that even supposed to mean? He stared intently at me. His blue eyes pierced into mine. "Are you crying or something?” “No!” I snapped, looking away and wiping at my wet cheeks with the back of my hand. He had an accent. A strong British one. The type that girls wanted to listen to over and over again at recess. "What's this?” I heard him say. By the time I turned around, he had bent down and picked up a piece of paper. Heat crawled up my cheeks as I realized that was the handwritten letter I had crafted for Justin. "No, please, give that back!” He straightened, stretching his hands above me, and of course he was talle

Hashtag.

Immediately I slipped into the car beside Michael. He shot me a look. “What?” "Were you and Cole Hayman making out? You got two brothers in one night? Damn. "Teach me your ways, Sally." He started the engine. “Ewww no! We weren’t making out; in fact, nothing went as planned today.” He honked again for the couple in front of us to walk faster before pulling out of the curb. “Oh-oh, what happened?” “I caught him in a dare or something kissing Matilda." “Ouch, Matilda.” He grinned. "To be fair, she’s hot." I glared at him. “Not helping, Mike." He reached for my palm and gave it a little squeeze. "No matter what, Sis, I am always here for you." His hand on mine eased the arch in my chest a little. Sometimes, I forget he is my junior brother. He just got into college, and I couldn’t be happier that I had someone like him around, most especially to cover for me with my parents. Who, by the way, doesn't give me breathing space. I pulled my hand away. "That's enough."

Deal.

Sally’s POV.Thankfully, the stalls were empty. I placed my bag on the sink and took off my glasses.My eyes were filling up, and I didn’t want to get them stained.How dare they video me at my vulnerable moment? I bet my stars it was Matilda.My phone dinged in my backpack.It was a message from Micheal.‘You okay?’I didn’t answer.I straightened and stared at my reflection in the mirror.Did I really dress shabbily? I knew I didn’t pay much attention to how I dressed, but that’s how I learned.‘Cover up, don’t let your bum show.'I was a fast developer thanks to Mom's genes. The type that already had full blown boobs by middle school and I hid them under baggy shirts and sweaters.Could that be why Justin saw me as his nerdy friend after all these years? I had painstakingly watched Justin date three girls over the years, and they were nothing like me.I didn’t want to be the nerdy friend anymore. I wanted to be a girl, the type of girl Justin wanted.I exhaled shakily.And I knew o

So close.

I brightened automatically. Cole’s jaw tightened for half a second, but he looked away before I could be sure. Justin’s voice made my chest tighten. I tried to sound normal, but my hands itched to fidget with my bag strap.” “Hey,” I answered. “Why weren’t you in class?” Justin asked. “I just… wasn’t feeling it.” “You okay?” “Yeah.” “Emmm. You still coming for the practice, right?” Fuck. My stomach sank. I’d completely blanked on the tournament. Justin was counting on me today, and I was about to let him down. I tightened my grip on my bag, trying not to look panicked. I can’t let him know I completely forgot about that… that would be catastrophic. “Yes, sure.” I could practically hear him exhaling on the other end. Relief, but also… a little hope? God, I hated how much I cared what he thought. His voice came through from the other end. “Wow, I almost thought you weren’t coming. Didn’t want to do this alone.” “I wouldn’t want to miss it." “See you there," h

Like a sister.

Sally’s POV. I spun around. Cole's arms were folded across his chest. “Ah! I see you've found it." He took a step forward and ripped the paper from Justin's fingers. “I could have sworn I dropped this somewhere?” Justin arched a brow. His jaw tightening, "So, why does it have my name over it?” Cole shook his head and placed an arm on Justine's shoulder. "Oh, stepbrother, I know so many Justins." He flickered his mouth at the paper. “This isn't yours." Justin’s eyes rolled. “Whatever, man. Why are you here?" The edge in Justin's voice made me flinch. "Relax," Cole said, taking a step back. “I am only here to hand Sally her glasses." My eyes widened. My glasses? Realization slipped in. Yeah, I wasn't with my glasses. I must have been so preoccupied with Justin's game I didn't think of them. Christ. I slammed my hand over my mouth. “Oh yes, thank you so much, Cole." I flashed a fake smile. Justine's eyes never left Cole's. Cole tilted his head, a lazy smile

The haymans.

Cole’s POV. I sat up quietly on the edge of the bed. My eyelids felt heavy. I was in my room. I must have been very tired yesterday; I can’t remember falling asleep. “Cole” Shit, I forgot. Stella came over last night. As usual. “Stella.” I replied without looking back. She leaned forward and hugged me from behind. Her bare chest brushed against my skin while her hand roamed my chest. I could feel her hot breath against my skin. She was meant to have been gone by now. That was how we always did it. "So," she started, “I have been thinking..." Oh no. There she goes again. Anytime she starts a sentence this way, it’s always something. “When are you going to make us official?” My eyes shot up. Huh. I turned around this time. "Us?" “Yeah, I mean this has been going on for quite a while. I thought we had something." I stood up quickly. Scavenging for my boxers. My duvet was wrapped around her body while she leant on one elbow, a smirk on her face.

Dinner.

Sally’s POV. My blood boiled under my skin. How dare he! He leaned back with that annoying, cocky smile of his still plastered on his face. My palm flew to the table instinctively. I flinched. I didn’t intend it to be that loud. Everyone’s gaze raised. “I am done!” My eyes met with a girl a few feet away from me, probably surprised at the exchange going on. His brow lifted. "No, you are not, love." He cackled. My eyes narrowed. “Watch me!” I packed up my food and books and swung my bag over my shoulder. My chair scraped against the hard floor as I pushed it backward. “Sorry, Miss Whitney," I whispered to the librarian as I walked towards the door. She looked at me over her glasses and gave me a brief nod. The afternoon sun shone hot on my face immediately as I stepped out of the building. I squinted, shielding my eyes from the sun. “Jerk” I muttered underneath my breath, "He knows nothing about me. I can’t deal with his attitude.” “Sal

I want to leave home.

Sally’s POV I sighed and continued, “I have been here all my life, Mom… I am leaving college soon.” I paused, looking at everyone’s faces. “I just want something… different.” A whistle escaped Micheal’s lips. Mum stared at me for a few seconds before finally shaking her head. "No." I frowned. "No? Why?” Mum picked up her fork again, as if the conversation was already over. "You have been here throughout college; why now? What’s different now? You don’t need to be in the dorms; there are all kinds of people there. A lot of bad influence.” Bad influence? My fingers tightened around my cup. “Mom, I’m twenty-one.” “And?” “And I’m an adult.” She finally looked at me. “You may be an adult, Sally, but that doesn’t mean you know everything.” “I never said I did.” “Then why are you suddenly acting like you do?” I swallowed. Because I was tired. Tired of coming home immediately after lectures. Tired of having to explain where I was going every time I want

Unplanned.

Sally’s POV I woke up earlier than usual and planned to slip out of the house unnoticed. I rushed through my usual morning routine and slipped my bag over my shoulder. I paused when I reached the end of the stairs because I heard hushed voices coming from the kitchen. My parents. I couldn’t make out everything they were saying, but their voices were low and tense. “I’m just saying we can’t keep doing this.” My father. There was a brief silence before my mother answered, her voice barely above a whisper. “And what exactly do you expect me to do?” I stood there, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag. “Sally…” Immediately I heard Mother call my name, I backed away. If they hadn’t noticed me yet, I didn’t want to give them a reason to. I looked at the time on my phone… I was early. Too early. But I couldn’t face Mum after what happened yesterday. At least not now. I quietly turned towards the front door. I slipped outside and pulled th

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