Wilder has an extra ticket to a party and invites his best friend Tristen to go with him. Tristen isn't quite thrilled but decides not to turn down his friend's offer.
'It's just a party. It's gonna be fun.' That's what Tristen thinks. Wilder, on th...
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Today was the first day of the finals.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror and dreaded going out looking like this; dark hickeys spotted on every inch of my neck, yellow-greenish bruises on my arms and wrists, and a miserable facial expression.
I covered my face and let out my frustration with a prolonged groan. Two days had passed since the Purple Juice incident and I still looked like shit. The only solution I had in mind was going to make me look ridiculous, but at least not as ridiculous as facing my classmates with brutal love bites.
An hour later, I was strolling through the streets of the campus wearing a black overhead hoodie that covered the back of my neck. Whereas the front was wrapped in bandages that hid my shameful bruises. I walked cautiously, with my shoulders hunched and my chin down, avoiding any unwanted attention.
I walked until I was standing in front of the door to our Sculpture classroom. Another student stood by and froze.
"Tris..."
It was Wilder.
"I-I'm really—"
I instantly frowned upon hearing his voice.
I gave him a glare that made him flinch with a hurt expression on his face. Whatever it was he was trying to say to me, I scared it away. He looked even worse than I did. Dark circles under his eyes. Uncombed hair. A very plain outfit that was totally not like him.
Good. I hoped he was feeling as shitty as he looked.
I ignored him and joined the classroom. My seat was next to the window and Wilder's was always next to me. Behind me was despicable Sean, watching me as I placed my backpack on the floor.
"Jesus," Sean said. "What the hell happened to you?"
"None of your business."
I avoided eye contact with that creep as I took my seat.
Wilder hesitantly sat down, hissing as his back touched the chair.
What the hell is wrong with him?
The air in the room instantly felt thicker. I couldn't believe I would spend the next three hours surrounded by those freaks. The one behind me was clearly enjoying the view, while the one next to me was shifting in his seat, waiting for a chance to talk to me.
I was surprised that he stayed silent for that long, but I sure was glad. The last thing I needed right now was to deal with all this drama in the middle of our final exams.
Today was our Sculpture exam. In front of each one of us was a table with clay ingredients, sculpting tools, and a tiny oven.
When the clock stuck at 8:00, the professor handed us our papers and we began checking which sculpture we were assigned to model.
