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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new romantics | taylor swift ❝ the rumours are terrible and cruel, but honey, most of them are true ❞
SUMMER GOING INTO JUNIOR YEAR
"STUPID OLDER BROTHER act," I mutter venomously as I press down on my cleanser pump and spread the product across my palms. I softly drag the transparent liquid all around my face and make sure to massage it in with the pads of my fingers. "Stupid Casteel trying to keep me away from the fun," I scoff, as my fingers glide across my already damp face. I flick up the tap and wash the residue off my hands before craning my neck down to wash my face.
Wait until I rat you out to mom and dad. I think to myself, unable to speak under the water. The little idiot won't be allowed to throw another party.Who even throws a going away party for themselves three times?
I press on the handle, turning the tap off. I reach over to my fluffy white towel and tap away the water on my face. "Stupid, idiot, incel," I mutter, getting out my lotion from one of my drawers.
I squeeze the lotion from the center of the bottle using my right hand and watch as the white liquid pour out on my left palm. I stop when it reaches a tablespoon amount and prop the lotion on the countertop. I dip my index finger from my right hand into the lotion and begin to methodically dot it all around my face.
"Saaa—" an airy groan cuts through at the other side of the door. I perk up at that and eye myself in the mirror's reflection. My brows dip at the sound which in turn has the dot of lotion I have between my brows fall onto my nose-bridge.
Moments of silence have me thinking that I've just imagined the sound. The, the same voice shrieks out another moan.
Ditching the whole aesthetic and calm-girl routine I usually have set in place I drag my hands across my face to rub in the rest of the lotion at a swift pace.
I barely manage to wrap a towel around my bare frame before I cross my en-suite bathroom.
I swear to God if anyone from Casteel's party has wandered their way into my room I'm going to kill them and then him.
It's bad enough that he's banned me from what every kid at school has dubbed 'the party of the year' despite not even being invited, let alone having the safe haven that is my room infested.
I storm out of the bathroom with a deep frown etched across my lips. I'm greeted by a scene that sends me into momentary silence due to pure shock.
My hand hasn't even fully left the cold door handle as I ogle and attempt to process what exactly it is that's occurring.
A dirty-blonde haired boy has got his face in between a girl's parted legs. Her freshly red manicured nails are situated in his messy mop of hair as she moans out something unintelligible.
