The sins of her father could ruin her entire life...
Sang Sorenson is an 18 year old high school senior at Ashley Waters school. Her mother is dead, her sister has gone no-contact, leaving her with an absent father.
She's determined to get through s...
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We all turn and watch Raven leave the room, his smirk confusing me. I've genuinely had the weirdest night of my life, and I have no idea how to deal with it. I'm so confused.
"I'm sorry," Corey says, looking a little sad. "Raven's... very logical, and sometimes his way of thinking doesn't really translate well."
"It's fine," I mumble. "I'm confused, but not um, upset."
I don't know what else to say. He nods, looking as awkward as I feel, before leaving the room. I'm not saying it was because we all heard Raven call his name, but the timing was slightly coincidental. The door shuts, and we all sit in silence for a moment.
The kind of silence where everyone knows somethings went down, where even if someone new comes in, they'd know something happened. We all know I went and cried. We all know Raven and I, um, kissed in front of everyone. I don't know how to handle it, and for once... it seems neither do they.
"Are you okay, trouble?" Gabe asks, gesturing for me to sit down.
"Trouble?" Luke questions.
"Sang," Gabe says, looking at him like he's dumb. "That's my nickname for her. She's good at causing trouble."
"I don't mean to," I say quietly.
"I know," Gabe says. "That doesn't mean trouble doesn't find you. It's apt."
"Stop being mean," I say, cringing at how bossy I sounded.
"I'm not being mean," he replies, winking.
"You are," I say. "Meanie."
"No," Gabe gasps, inching forward. "You cannot call me Meanie. Nope, I absolutely forbid it Trouble. My name is Gabe."
"I love it," I say smiling. "Gabriel the Meanie."
"Fuck," Gabe says sighing, but his eyes show his amusement. "It could be worse, I suppose."
"Sang Baby," North says, looking up from his silent conversation with Silas. "Do you want to go take your bath now? Or do you want to finish the game?"
"Bath please," I say softly. How can we play without Raven?
"I'll come and draw your bath," Gabe says, phrasing it like a command but his hesitant voice has me smiling. "I have bath oils. You'll like them. I promise."
Sounds good to me. Nothing more relaxing than a bath... with oil?
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