Homecoming Novels & Stories

It’s never a good idea to indulge her more than I have to. I see Poppy gulping her coffee—grimacing at the hot temperature—just so she doesn’t have to answer. “It’ll be ready in no time, Ms. Baldwin. Hayden is already revising it,” Poppy answers, her jaw tense. “Speaking of which, Ms. Jenkins,” Kayla turns to look at me with an evil glint in her eyes, “are you all set to cover the Sentinel High School celebration this year?” Ah, the celebration. I was kind of expecting to forget about it. Sentinel High School is throwing an anniversary party this year, and all current and graduated students are invited. So, that means my entire class—and also my brothers’ and sister’s.

Zack smiled. "Okay, fine, you twisted my arm." You grab Zacks arm and head out to the dance. You arrive at Homecoming, the theme is a disco, it's littered with couples, singles and people who really didn't want to go, it makes you feel a little more at ease that you're not the only one anxious about going. Zack turns to you smiling. "Can I have this dance?" Zack holds out his hand. You take his hand, once the dance is over you head home.

Jason’s pupils dilated, as though she had struck him across the face. He finally realized how foolish he had been back then. I no longer cared about their mess. I just looked at him calmly and said, “The ambulance is here.” He was silent for a long time before saying hoarsely, “Nina… Can we still go back to the way we were?” I chuckled. Go back to the way we were? He was the one who destroyed everything, and now he was trying to have it all back?

Lily stood by my side, looking like Lily, in a neon yellow top. "Okay, you ready for this bestie? We need to go to the pep rally for maximum visibility. Let the school know that Arianna is back and now publicly dating Jason Monroe, no matter what crazy psychopaths try to do." "I'm ready," I said, grinning. "But then... can we skip the part where I got kidnapped?" "And talk about what? Homework? Okay, focus. Homecoming is Saturday. My dress is perfect. Did you try on the silver one? We need to get your shoes coordinated."

Walter didn't need to be present or even notified. Out of concern for Ethel's age, he arranged for people to escort her back home for some rest.

“It’s literally a piece of plastic, Jess.” “You don’t get it,” I say, spinning toward him. “You never get it.” He raises a brow. “Then explain it.” I open my mouth—and stop. Because I don’t know how to explain it. Not really. I don’t know how to tell him that Homecoming isn’t about a crown or a football game or a dance. It’s about being seen. About being chosen. About feeling like you belong in a place that’s spent years making you feel like you don’t.

Looking up, I saw her talking to a certain white haired and I smiled and walked up to them, “hi.” “You finally showed up,” Christy said while Adrian only smiled and kissed my cheek, he started doing that on Wednesday and I liked it, a lot. “What’s up?” I asked. “Nothing much, just telling Adrian about our plan today.” “Are we still going ahead with that? Can’t we go on Monday?” I tried one last time. “Girl, homecoming is on Wednesday, by Monday, they won’t be good dresses in any shop and we need to look our best.”

POV: Grayson Hayes Homecoming was a ritual. Grayson had participated every year—nominated, decorated, photographed, the performance of high school mythology that meant nothing and cost everything. He'd attended with Chelsea, with dates chosen by his father for strategic alliance, with girls who understood the transaction and didn't expect more than visibility. This year, he wanted Avery Blake. The girl who was becoming without a blueprint, who'd called Dante brother and walked away, who'd spent three nights at her aunt's and returned changed—still uncertain, still calculating, but more hers than she'd ever been.

Victor clicked his tongue. "What a disappointment." Lucien grabbed a champagne glass from a passing waiter. "She gets invited and didn't even show up?" Aiden remained expressionless. But his gaze sharpened subtly. The ballroom was decorated with framed photographs from different graduating years. Old sports victories. Dance committees. Academic achievements. Happy memories. The brothers moved through the room slowly like wolves among sheep. People parted instantly to let them pass. Nobody wanted to be near them. Several former classmates lowered their heads completely. It was as if making eye contact was dangerous. Victor laughed under his breath.

Otherwise, he would have picked me up. Homecoming was a big deal at my high school. We liked our outfits to have more cosplay theme to them, so much so that most of us kids cut to the chase and just called it the "Halloween Prom." "Bet you're excited for tonight, huh?" Mom commented as she slid into the driver's seat. "Uh-huh," I mumbled absently. "I'm sure you and Steve will have fun," she said, as the car pulled onto the street. "We always do," I said, putting my phone down.