Auggie Matthews Novels & Stories

" How much I want to shout that I don't even know what he was teaching about, and his stupid math could never even make me smile, much less snort. But I kept my mouth shut, what can I say? I can't exactly tell him what I was daydreaming. "Ya Cassandra, tell us what you have been thinking. Was it about your boyfriend?" Chuckled Matthew which earned him glare from me and Mr. Richardson, but few snickers from students. Matthew is the kind of boy who is desperate to be a popular but since he has nothing, I mean nothing: no looks, no money, no good physique, or a great sense of humor-Nada, he disturbs the class with his side remarks, and he fills his fragile ego with the students laugh at his jo

Alec turned around looking for the voice that called out to him. “Oh, Matthew... Long time no see!!” Alec gave a hug to his junior on the team during that middle school. "What are you doing here?" Ask Alec. "I'm going to this school too, next year. So I came to say hello.” Matthew smiled broadly at Alec. "Is that true? Woww, we will be a team again like before!” Alec cheered looking pleased. "If I managed to get accepted. But!" Matthew remembered something. He grabbed Alec's shoulders with both hands. “I was really worried to hear the news of Big Brother's injury. What did the doctor say?"

"It never does get easier, does it?" I shook my head. "No, it doesn't." We climbed into the car, the weight of what was coming settling over us. Jason drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "Well, let's go back and plot. If Orla wants to play chess, we'll make sure she ends up in checkmate." I exhaled slowly, staring out the window as he pulled away from the curb. I just want this mission to finally end after six months. *** Matthew McDougall was exactly the kind of irredeemable trash Aunt Orla would surround herself with. A former athlete, a registered sex offender, and a violent narcissist with a deluded sense of superiority—he was the perfect target.

With a sharp breath, he held it with his good arm, and with a sickening crack, he pushed it back in place. His lower body was in agony. He was in so much pain that his face paled. Sweat soaked through his shirt as he forced himself to meet Matthew's gaze. "I suspected it might be you, but I didn't think you'd have hundreds of cars go after me just to prove me right. I'm flattered." "Oh, don't flatter yourself, Mr. Hardin. It wasn't just me." Matthew stepped closer. "You've made a lot of enemies. Did you really think I'd be the only one itching to see you gone? Augustine jumped at the chance to take you down. He flew in from overseas the moment he heard. Half of those cars were his.

Curiosity won out. I moved onto the bridge, but not too close to the guy. I could see him better now, in the light of the faux gas lamps. It only took me a second to place him. “You’re Matthew Ashe.” We may never have met before, but I’d seen him in my brother’s photos on F******k. And the pictures had not done Matthew Ashe justice. He was so good-looking, I took personal offense. His chestnut-brown hair was a tiny bit too long, curling under the edge of his Detroit Tigers baseball cap. His broad shoulders filled out his T-shirt like it was an expensive suit, and he had a serious case of Superman jaw.

Aaron ordered somebody. I felt him moving and as much as I wanted to stop crying, I couldn't. "Baby, why are you crying?" Aaron hugged me closer to his chest. I shook my head. Nothing was able to come out of my mouth. "It will be okay." Nothing was going to be okay. "Alpha, someone wants to talk to you." Oscar came in and told Aaron. "Who is it?" Aaron asked, still hugging me tighter to his chest. "Your mother," Oscar simply replied.

Ma'am Celeste said, looking at Matthew and me. "Sir, Ma'am, this is Matthew and his girlfriend, Abby. They just moved her a few weeks ago. " Uncle Allan introduced us. Matthew and I stood up and bowed our heads to his boss. "Hello, sir, Ma'am. " We greeted. "How old are both of you? " Ma'am Celeste asked. "Abby is eighteen, and I'm nineteen. " Matthew replied. Sir Patrick and Maam Celeste exchange glances before they face us again.

“No, Not Jake.” I frown. “It wasn’t him.” Aiden exhales. “That’s good.” “It was someone quiet,” I add. “Someone who thinks this is a rescue.” Mama’s lips thin. “They always do.” The floor hums Not loud Just enough. Papa looks down. “You feel that.” “Yes,” Mama says. Aiden mutters, “Please tell me that’s not happening again.” “It is,” I say. Mama grabs my shoulders. “Kenny. Listen to me. Whatever you’re becoming”

Ares’ P.O.V. I watched Auggie train like never before. There were no arguments between him and mom the entire time. I had seen it, seen the letter, the sand, and the apology. I knew what was going to happen, but it still surprised me to see. Auggie was changing before me, and it was for the better. Mom seemed so happy today, too. The corners of her mouth stayed turned up just a quarter of an inch all day.

A usual, I can’t feel any pain no matter what they do but I do gain bruises, wounds and scratches. “I want to ask something,” I bravely approached them while they are on the couch. My stepmom doing her nails and dad smoking. “What nonsense is it?” dad asked. “Who is Angelo?” My question made my dad cough looking unprepared of it. My stepmom stopped what she’s doing too with widened eyebrows. I heard silent curses too from both of them checking up if I’m serious about my question. “No. We don’t know him.” I can see he is lying.