All Chapters of YOU WRECKED ME : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

VERA'S P.O.VEllie and I climbed out of her convertible, the morning sun already warming our skin. She didn't usually drive it, but summer was close, and the weather had been too good to ignore."My driving's always rusty," she said as she slammed the door shut. "It's like I only know how to drive seasonally. It's actually insane.""Why don't you just fix the roof?" I suggested as we started toward the building.She laughed. "I can't fix what doesn't exist. I'd have to buy a whole new one."Then she bumped my shoulder with hers."Or you could just pass your driver's test and start driving me around.""I'm working on it," I said, and for once, I actually meant it.We stepped into the lecture hall and paused just inside the doorway, peering around cautiously like two criminals checking if the coast was clear. It was already ten minutes past nine, but the lecturer wasn't there yet."Thank God," Ellie breathed in relief as we hurried to our usual seats in the corner.We sat down and starte

HUNTER'S P.O.VVera spends more time than normal in Almond's office. It made me think he was grading her assignment right there and then, line by line. That's the kind of thing professors did because they had power and too much time. She should've been out by now.We both had a class at this very moment, and we were both actively missing it.I had no right to be irritated since I caused all of this. I was stupid enough to forget her assignment.I shifted my weight for what had to be the tenth time, leaning against the wall outside the office before pushing off it again.My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out, grateful for the distraction.It was a text, but before I got a chance to read it, a call from an unknown number came through, and I answered anyway."Hello, who is this?" "Hunter dear, is that you?" A familiar voice spoke.My brain hurts as I try to match a face to the voice that spoke."It's Mrs Anderson, am I speaking with Hunter James?"Yes, of course.Mrs Anders

HUNTER'S P.O.VThe detective Harris had spoken in that careful, practised tone people used when they wanted to sound sympathetic without actually saying anything useful."We've exhausted all active leads, Mr James. There is no physical evidence at this time to support homicide."But there had to be something, fingerprints, disturbance-anything.They claimed to have searched the entire house, every room, every surface-and yet found nothing. No sign of struggle. No trace of another presence, nothing at all."But what about the head injury?" I asked. "The coroner was clear that death was caused by a blunt impact force to the skull. You can't just dismiss that, Harris.""I understand, and we've taken that into serious consideration. But as said, there was no weapon, no sign of a struggle. We believe it was an accidental death rather than a homicide."His conclusion didn't waver."No witnesses, no forensic confirmation, and no identifiable suspect. I'm sorry, Mr James."*Bull shit.*My mot

VERA'S P.O.VThe semester was ending tomorrow, and I had written most of the exams. Today's exam was the last one, and the toughest. Unlike the rest, it wasn't written; it was a practical examination.A one-on-one courtroom-style defence between each student and Professor Leonard.He had graciously given us the topic beforehand: a case study we were expected to argue in court as though we were real attorneys defending a client."An unfortunate death occurred in an industrial company, and the family of the deceased has decided to press charges against the company on the previously stated grounds."Professor Leonard glanced down at the paper in his hand before looking back at us."As you all know, I will be acting as counsel for the deceased's family, while each of you will take on the role of legal representative for the industrial company."He let the words settle over the room before continuing."Everything you need to know about this case has already been provided. You will be grade

VERA'S P.O.VFuck every single rule. We were breaking them all, and I didn't regret a thing—at least not now.Hunter's face inched closer to mine, his breath warm against my skin. His tongue slipped out, tracing the curve of my jaw before dragging slowly down the length of my neckA weak whimper escaped me.He kept at it—moving from my collarbone to my neck, over and over.My breath stuttered, and my mind reeled as he began sucking tenderly on my skin.His hands slid upwards, clamping around my neck as his lips finally pressed against mine, opening me up with his.I hummed into his hot mouth as his lips swallowed mine, letting him take whatever he wanted.My fingers combed through his hair as the kiss deepened."I've fucking missed you," he mumbled roughly against my lips.A helpless moan left mine, unable to get enough of him. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss this, the taste of his mouth, and his deep kisses.My mouth fell open as his lips left mine, planting kisses on my neck a