sequel to aeou (read first)
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The boys are back. And they're out for revenge.
Last semester the girls of Sterling humiliated Caleb, Luca, Atlas and Sage. Exposing family secrets, dirty confessions and everything else taboo that led to their e...
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forever & always | taylor swift ❝ this thing is breaking down we almost never speak i don't feel welcome anymore baby what happened? please tell me ❞
EVERYONE'S AT THE bonfire. Well, almost everyone. Luca's trapped himself away in his room, and the only reason I even know that is because Caleb invited me out tonight. He wouldn't have if Luca had gone, he wouldn't want the drama.
I don't blame him.
I don't want to talk to him either though.
He swears he didn't tell Luca about...the feelings but there's no other way he could've known. I didn't tell anyone else. I wouldn't have even had the time to before swim practice and after it. Not that I would anyway, it's bad enough that they know about it, let alone anyone else.
The dinging of the microwave draws me out of the spiral I was about to enter. I walk over to it and press the button at the bottom that opens the door unveiling the pasta that I was supposed to have at lunch.
I grab the plate not caring about how hot it is and place it on the kitchen countertop, settling into one of the seats as I do so.
The cool breeze from outside slams one of the windows shut, blowing a napkin from the neat pile over to me. I eye it for a second before pulling it closer and folding it. I fold the top down first, running a finger over it to secure it before pinching the napkin between my fingers and rolling it around, beginning the process of creating an origami flower.
I set the creation to the side after I'm finished with it, I should probably stop procrastinating and just eat the food. I stab the fork into the pasta before placing it in my mouth.
My first thought is how much like ash it tastes, the second is how there's absolutely no flavour to it, or maybe I've just started to tell myself that to make food less appealing. Well, whatever it is it works because I'm put off it immediately.
Pasta. How can I hate pasta? I love pasta, or I did love it. I used to be able to eat three servings in one go after practice and now I can barely stomach one. What's wrong with me?
"It's pasta Sage, it's just food," I murmur, moving it around the bowl with a scowl that I'm sure mom would tell me to wipe off my face if I don't want wrinkles - she's cautious about skin like that. Dad, however, would say some cryptic thing about how wrinkles are the gateway to your soul and every dent in your skin is just another show of beauty.
"You did what!" A muffled voice gawks from the other side of the wall, I tear my eyes away from the bowl and to the kitchen entrance at the suddenness of the sound.
"You think she'll kill me?" a second voice murmurs and it's ironic really how quickly the recognition of that one hits me, Amber.
A soft laugh rings out, but other than that I'm not sure who it is. "I think you're already dead."
