Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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I walked through the hallways quietly, my head down. The school was filled with noise and I ignored every presence in the hallways that seemed to take an interest in me as I walked by.
We had returned early in the morning yesterday and the boys earned a week's worth of detention for leaving the premises without permission.
To be completely honest, I hadn't sleep a wink last night for some odd reason but I had expected it. I may have had a good night last night but that didn't mean the dreams stopped. I had now been awake for two days without a wink of sleep and my head stung with bags evident beneath my eyes.
I was temporarily happy. Keyword - was. As soon as I stepped foot in Clear Lake Academy once again however, everything came back.
I didn't want to talk about it to anyone because all I had was myself to talk to. No one would understand how hurt I felt by my father's betrayal. I had no idea if Bentley had told the rest about what my father had done, but did I really care anymore?
I was sick of my father.
Yes, I had expected him to send some guards to take me to his destination in mind, but never did I think he would try to drug me. That was a new time low, even for him. Yet, I still didn't want to speak about it so instead I came back to school and the others followed.
Will was as clingy and cautious as ever but he was so sweet about everything that I didn't have the heart to be mad.
On our way back I had sat in the passengers seat this time, keeping to myself with my eyes closed so I didn't have to look at the road. I couldn't stand the car with everything going on. It made me feel worse as the accident came to mind.
So to distract myself from my never ending abomination, I resorted to finding who this person was. A simple phone call to a private investigator earned me an easy way to a solution. Now all I had to do was wait for the verdict, however long that took.
My heels made the usual sharp click on the floor and the chains rattled on my hip as they sat on my skirt. My blazer was freshly iron and I felt good on the outside. The inside was a different matter.
I shoved open the double doors and allowed the noise of troublesome teens to grow in my ears, as everyone got along in their different conversations.
But there was something uneasy in the air...
I blinked once and Hendrix appeared out of nowhere. A frown rested on his face, his eyes sparkling with a hidden anger as he braced his hands on my shoulder - blocking the view of the rest of the cafeteria.
Hendrix was never angry.
"We're just going to go back out here for a moment." He addressed before I could get a word out. I took a step back but stopped and planted my feet firmly on the ground as he tried to steer us backwards. His hands planted firmly on my shoulders.
