"Two damaged souls who fell in love at a school meant for fucked up rich kids."
Bryce Weston is an uptight seventeen year old who used to have it all. After getting an expulsion from school she's landed at Welton Academy a place for second chances...
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I LOOK IN the mirror with a nervous smile.
I decided to keep it casual after a huge debate with myself consisting on me talking to my own person for a good ten minutes. Perhaps I'm a little too chaotic.
My outfit consisted of a light blue top that went all the way to wrist and was tied with strings on the front. I paired that with high wasted Mom jeans and white Nikes.
The only jewellery I wore was this cute necklace that had a gold pendant and a gold bracelet.
I threw my hair in a ponytail letting a few strands frame my face before placing my hands on my hips and smiling.
I think it is safe to say that I nailed it.
I think.
Frowning I took out my clear gloss and applied a coat of that and mascara before smiling in the mirror.
"This is it. I'm not changing it. Screw me." I muttered to my reflection and walked out my room with my chin held high.
Aaron was sitting on the L couch playing whatever shit that consisted of guns and men in uniforms, shouting and cursing every time he lost. Which is safe to say a lot.
He looked up at me and froze before clenching his jaw.
He could have at least complimented me.
"Well?" I asked. "Does it pass or fail?"
"Fail." He muttered.
I pursed my lips placing a hand on my hip. "Why?"
"Because I don't think you should be wearing that for Liam." He told me angrily pressing the buttons on the controller.
I chuckled dryly at his words. Did he seriously hate it? "Then who should I be wearing it for?"
He looked up from the game with a smirk. "Me."
"Oh." I nodded my eyebrows. A blush crept my cheeks and I hit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from looking affected. "So it passes?"
He rolled his eyes with a sigh. "Is that the only thing you got out from my words?"
"Other then being jealous? Yes. Yes I did." I mused checking my phone. It was exactly 6:55 meaning five minutes till Liam knocked on my door.
"Can't you stay?" He asked pleadingly making me laugh.
I shrugged at him. "I'm a woman of my word, Mercer."
"Certainly are, West."
"West-on, Mercer. Are you forgetting me already?" I faked dramatics falling on the couch in a faint motion.
He flicked my forehead making me his sun pain. "No. I remember your perfect self well, West." He teased. I scrunched my nose at him and sighed.
"What is the point of this game?" I asked eyeing the TV. "You shoot people and they shoot you. Non dead team seeps a fake gift."
