"If obsession were a person, it'd be you."
A street racer by evening, and a high-school student by day, 17 year-old Ola Sainz is forced to move to Los Angeles with her mother, where she crosses path with a typical California teenage boy.
Theo Lauder...
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The morning unfolded its soft glow, sunlight filtering through the glass windows that embraced my room. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I found my phone on the floor, accompanied by the scattered memories of the night before.
Returning from the party, I was met by Ricardo, who found me arriving in the silent hours. Gratefully, he didn't pry into the details of my late-night venture. Russell, on the other hand, harbored unspoken questions, evident in the furtive glances he cast my way during the ride. Without pressing, he left with a parting glance, to which I responded with a goodnight kiss on the cheek.
Prepared to share the events of the previous night with Ricardo, I was left momentarily speechless when he handed me a set of keys, muttering something about avoiding the need to sneak in through back doors.
His gesture of kindness went beyond gratitude, transforming him from my grandmother's partner into someone I regarded as part of my growing definition of family.
Family.
The word felt foreign on my tongue, but in this instance, it resonated with a genuine sense of having a paternal figure in my life. Despite the short duration, I felt a closeness with him that had eluded me even with my own father.
I cherished this newfound connection, hesitant to lose the contentment it brought. It was a sentiment I vowed never to take for granted.
A groan escaped my dry lips as I tossed the heavy blanket aside, navigating around the bed in search of my phone charger. Sitting up, I leaned back, resting my head against the headboard, and awaited the familiar illumination of the screen, ready to confront the consequences of my actions.
The crack on the tempered glass mirrored the fractures in my memory from the night before. Notifications buzzed with an urgency that clashed with the haze in my mind.
As I scrolled through the messages, a cascade of images and texts flooded back in fragments, like pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit together seamlessly.
The text messages told tales of a previous night, snapshots of laughter, dancing, and moments captured in the throes of celebration. Yet, it was the gaps in my recollection that haunted me—the missing scenes that my subconscious seemed to have tucked away in the recesses of the night.
Jade [1:20 am]: Where are you? I told you to stay put!
Ah, Jade. She must be furious.
Skye [1:28 am]: Girl, you okay? You left without telling us.
I completely forgot to check on Skye. Knowing Kade, though, he probably stuck to her like glue all night, his unwavering dedication on display even in public settings.
