↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 ー 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐗 ー 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

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Returning to find her just how he'd left her, curled comfortably on her side facing the windows, Kaden takes a moment to simply admire her. It should be a crime to wake her when she looks so peaceful.

Carefully he guides her hair away from her face and kisses her forehead. When she smiles in her sleep he almost melts there and then. He kisses her cheek and she finally stirs, taking his hand to hug it against her chest. He smiles and sits by her legs.

"Mine," she murmurs sleepily.

"All yours."

"Do I have to move?" He hums in affirmation. "But I'm so comfy."

She giggles tiredly when arms slip under her body to scoop her up, Sierra cuddling into his warm body while he carries her from the inviting bed.

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Designer heels clicking against the polished floor, students take one look at the woman's glare and retreat to clear a path. Not one person dares to look her in the eye as she marches through the corridors. Curls bouncing over her shoulders and expensive perfume wafting through the halls.

Hope's forehead creases when the door behind her is forced open. She sinks further down in her seat once her mother's stern voice fills the awkward silence.

"What's this I hear about you starting fights?" Sierra chides, dropping her bag onto the vacant seat and resting a hand against it. The other settling on her hip which juts out.

"Oh my god."

"Someone better explain right now."

"Mom, calm down."

"Don't tell me what to do. Do you have any idea what it was like receiving that phone call?" She diverts her gaze to the principal, voice softening around the edges only slightly. "What happened?"

"Miss Cosima, your daughter has been acting very unusual recently to say the least. Her behaviour has been rather violent, she's been breaking the very rules we put in place to guarantee the safety of our students. Damaging school property, initiating and engaging in fights, vandalism in the hall."

"I told you that wasn't me!"

"I'd be inclined to believe you had we not found a can of spray paint in your locker. Half empty and a clear match to the paint used in the hall."

"None of that is true! Mom don't listen to him."

"Start talking. Come on I wanna hear it."

"It was Jamie," she admits reluctantly.

Sierra frowns. "Jamie Horton? The kid you were telling me about?"

"I was worried he was gonna hurt Rachel. I know what he's like. When I followed them he had his hands on her. I pushed him away and he got violent. I had to do something. If I hadn't stepped in who knows what would've happened."

"Okay." Sierra nods. "What about the vandalism and damage to school property?"

She exhales. "I dented a locker because I threw him into it, that's all." Mr Irvine raises his brows at their nonchalant manner. "I didn't vandalise anything that spray paint isn't mine, I swear. His friends guessed my code. They planted it to make me look guilty."