Book IV of the UNC Series
Carter Blake has a bone-deep hatred for the world-and especially for the people in it. All he wants is to keep his head down, focus on school and basketball, and avoid the mess of human connection. After enduring years of...
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Anger pulses through my veins.
The room feels stifling, the air thick with the heat of my frustration.
My fingers twitch with the urge to hit something and take my thoughts out, but I can't because I don't want to scare the insufferable girl trailing behind me.
I take a deep breath, but it feels shallow, unable to calm the storm brewing inside me.
As I climb the stairs to the exit, the flickering lights feel like a taunt. I can almost feel the pressure building behind my eyes—a headache forming from the tension.
As I reach the top floor, the murmuring crowd and the pulsing music of the club reach my ears. I send a scathing glare to the bouncer who let her in as I tug on Addison's arm, circling the building. The sounds disappear as we stride further away.
Once we're far from prying eyes and ears, I let go of her arm and stalk forward, clenching and gripping the strands of my hair in my fist as I yank on them.
When I turn to face her, the silence between us is heavy and oppressive. Despite being out in the open fields with a lashing breeze, it feels as though the walls are closing in, trapping me in a cycle of anger and frustration. I am unable to find the release or resolution I desperately seek.
Addison Kelton has always had a striking presence despite her petite frame. Her dark hair cascades down her back in long, sleek waves, framing her face with an intensity that matches her fierce personality. Her hazel eyes are captivating, a blend of green and amber that seem to shift in the light, giving her gaze a depth that's both intriguing and intimidating.
She's always been persistent, which I've remembered from when we were in high school. But her coming here, being stupid and crass, is beyond anything I could have imagined.
I have no idea what she's doing here. This part of my life was supposed to remain separate, untouched by the people that mattered. But Addison coming here ruins all of that. I can't even be sure she came for me. Still, when I made eye contact with her from across the room, with Inez standing a few feet behind me, it caused my chest to clench, panic seizing every limb, and my only thought was to get her away.
I don't know how much she saw or how long she was there. But she needed to get away.
The night air is thick with tension, and the only light comes from the flickering streetlamp at the edge of the vast field, casting long, eerie shadows.
The glow from the stars above casts sharp shadows on her face, highlighting the tension in her clenched jaw and furrowed brow. Her features appear sharper and more defined, with high cheekbones that give her an almost regal air. Her eyebrows are arched, adding to the sharpness of her expression. Her lips are full and pouty, often set in a determined line that hints at her unwavering resolve. There's strength in her appearance that's undeniable, a reflection of that fire that burns within her.
