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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end game | taylor swift, ed sheeren & future ❝i wanna be your endgame (endgame) i wanna be your first string (wanna be your first string) i wanna be your a-team (a-team) i wanna be your endgame, endgame❞
MY PAST COUPLE of weeks have been...fuck, they've been great. Especially since I know my actions would send my father to his early grave.
He's a bastard and a shitty excuse of a 'man' let alone a praised one, so this feels all the more sweeter. Although, disappointing him isn't why I'm doing this. I do that on a daily without much help.
Have you ever had a taste of something and you know you shouldn't eat the rest of it because you'll probably die of cardiac arrest? — Valé's like that but worse because when I'm with her and on her I can't fucking seem to care about anything else let alone cardiac arrest.
I'd die just to have another taste of her.
I'm with her all the time in the dressing rooms, in locked-off classrooms, in closets and especially in our dorms - more mine than hers. I thank whatever extracurricular activities constantly have Azriel out of the room that blesses me with a free room.
However, upon recent events that have caused our dorm to be occupied for the past three days, the thanks might have to be postponed. Due to it nearing the end of the year, Azriel has made it his personal mission to linger in our room whenever the fuck he pleases. Scout is also still secretly mourning her dumb fuck of an ex-boyfriend so that doesn't leave Valé and I much alone time.
I was so close to renting out one of the restaurants in the area for a day, but Valé had been so against it, with her 'Caleb, that's such a waste of money.' I don't know if she knows that money has never and will never be an issue for us but she's got some moral high ground so I let her have it.
She's also cute when she's pouting, and I can rarely ever find it in myself to say 'no' to her, so she pretty much gets what she wants.
Which is why I'm currently shirtless and blanketing her soft frame. My silver necklace dangles down, barely scathing her chin and I watch as she keeps her eyes on it. Her white and fluffy duvet cover hangs over us.
"Why'd you call me over?" I ask keeping my eyes on her whilst she eyes the silver around my neck with a type of intensity I only want her to have for me. What the fuck is so special about the damn thing? It's barely impressive, and not even that expensive. I have to breathe out steadily once I realise what I'm doing. Fuck, am I really getting jealous over an object?
Her dark eyes finally flicker up, and she holds my gaze for a long moment before answering. "Missed you," is her whispered answer. Her voice is still groggy with sleep and therefore has a foreign raspiness to it. I like it more than I'd care to admit.
My lips twitch at that, I lean down kissing from her neck until I reach her ear. I bite down on her earlobe. She hisses but I laugh it off, "How much?" I hum into her ear.
