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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the heart wants what it wants | selena gomez ❝ the bed's getting cold and you're not here the future that we hold is so unclear ❞
"SPENCER AND..." A crease settles in between in her dark brows, as her raven pigmented eyes run over the boy that's currently on top of Spencer. "Sorry, what is your name?"
"Sydney Reeds, mam. I'm with the band." And despite looking a hundred shades of fucked up, this Sydney kid offers Principal Aveyard a well mannered smile.
I hear her mutter a prayer under her breath.
"Sydney Reeds who's with the band, do you mind getting off my student?" Her smile is sharp, and her words are aimed.
Sydney's deep blue eyes flicker between the unhappy woman and the boy who's laying suspiciously still below him. "This is not how I imagined topping a student at this school," he murmurs before pushing himself off of the ground and resuming to his height. Sydney's eyes drift back once before he kicks his other leg over Spencer and stands innocently by his side.
Principal Aveyard shoots the girls who she's approached with a fixated glare, rendering them unable to move before dropping to her knees. Her black dress gets caught in a patch of wet grass that I don't doubt will muddy the material.
"Spencer, are you alright?" She asks, as if that makes all the difference, because a 'yes' answer would mean he isn't fucked up. Lovely logic.
Spencer makes an incoherent sound that spans along a few words. The sentance he manages to string along makes a solid zero percent of sense.
If I'm being honest, I don't really care about him being a stuttering and babbling mess if he could do it in private. Actually, that's a lie what he'd said to Luca has made me reconsider everything.
So I'd appreciate him waking up so we can have a nice little chat about that. I'll also need to call Marlene and ask her for the truth. But, I push all of that to the back of my mind right now. I'm sure I'll freak the fuck out about it tomorrow morning.
I haven't looked at him since my initial glance. I regret it almost instantaneously when my gaze drops back down to his face. He's sporting sticky deep crimson blood smeared across his face, a split lip and a crooked nose that has blood gushing out of it.
He looks....I take a steady breath and forcefully peel my eyes away. Fuck. I feel like I could vomit any minute. He looks like me that one night that dad beat the shit out of my face.
It's not even the pain of my face burning, or aching or the thought that it would take me way too long to show my face to my friends. No, it was none of that.
What terrified me the most was the realization that I wasn't as sure as I was on everything. I felt like I knew my dad before that. He was a bad guy. Fact. He used to beat mom. Fact. He beats me. Fact. He hasn't laid a hand on Elisé. Fact. He's never touched my face...?
