"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙."
Milaydie Lucero is sent to Rutherford Academy in hopes of finishing high school with a prestigious dance scholarship that she spent her life working for.
The last thing she needs is problems or boy drama...
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Reed's POV:
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I wake up in panic when I don't feel Milaydie next to me.
For a split second I think that everything might've been a dream. That I didn't go to her dorm in the middle of the night, that she didn't let me in and hated me for what I have done to her.
I open my eyes, coming to the realisation that it wasn't a dream. Nope, I did come here after having a nightmare about Ray hurting Milay and me being unable to do anything about it.
My heart is still beating fast against my chest when I roll over on my back to look at the other side of the room and relax when I spot her standing behind Azalea, braiding her hair.
She is visibly still in her pajamas, wearing only a worn t-shirt that I left here a while ago and some shorts, her hair in a messy bun and her eyes tired.
God I missed this, and I don't even have it back.
''You should really talk to him, Milay,'' Azalea whispers, probably thinking that I am still asleep, ''You looked miserable all week, and he wasn't any better.''
She was miserable?
Milaydie lets out a sigh, ''I will talk to him, I need to know more.''
I close my eyes, still tired from the night I just had. I could barely fall asleep after coming here. I wanted to take advantage of every little moment I had with her, scared that it might be the last ones.
I lose track of time until I hear Azalea leave and turn to look at Milaydie, who is standing in the middle of the room, looking at me.
I sit up, ''Hey,'' I say softly.
''Morning,'' She greets me with an hesitant smile.
I hate that she is hesitating around me. I would do anything to get back what we had.
I rub my eyes tiredly, ''You said you wanted to talk?'' I recall what she told me last night before falling asleep.
She sits on the edge of the bed, ''Yeah, I think we should talk,'' She answers.
I nod, ''Let me go to the bathroom and then we can talk. Is my stuff still here?''
