Nico Vaughan, the junior class "Nice Girl" wants to be free from her abusive and obsessive ex-boyfriend.
Valen Henford, the school's resident "Rich Guy meets Bad Boy" wants to spend his senior year with the girl he's been in love with for years.
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"She was the kind of beauty that gave the artists their muse. A soul so radiant that you could see her in every painting piece of poetry and song That ever mattered to you"
(Arcadia m. Willows).
|◁ II ▷|
I have a mission. Talk to West Vaughan.
I watch Nico walk away, her arms drawn tightly around a book. I stand watching her walk away until she turns the corner.
I sigh and walk to my next class. Government and Economics. What a pointless subject. Regardless of the boredom this class gives me and will definitely give me today, I still feel like I'm on cloud nine.
I'm happy. One interaction with her and I'm happy. She didn't even give me her phone number. I have to call her brother. But I'm happy. I feel a sense of contentedness.
Surely her brother wouldn't hang up on me if I called to talk to his little sister? Surely he'd be okay with it if I was paying her, right? I have no clue what their sibling dynamic is, but, then again, they are in the same friend group. They must be close.
I walk in the door and am immediately greeted with the loud chatter of bored and waiting students. I walk to my seat and sit, glancing at Mr. Ellis. The man is currently staring at his phone, slouched back in his seat.
Rikkard and Jake are both in this class, and my eyes find them arguing near the back of the room. Jake smiles, waving his hand in a "doesn't matter" motion. Rikkard's eyes narrow and his jaw sets.
I drop down into the seat in front of Rikkard. "What's going on with you two this time?"
Jake turns his head slowly, facing me but keeping his eyes on Rikkard. "Oh, nothing. Just a lovely lady."
I glance at Rikkard, but he keeps his eyes down. "Rike?"
He lifts his eyes to meet mine, giving a small shake of his head. He wants me to drop it. I hate that.
Rikkard's eyes widen at whatever he sees in my expression, and he gives me a pointed look. "So, how was English with Nico?"
Jake leans forward in his seat, his smile wide and his eyebrows low. "Oh, yeah. Any moves made? Did you get to touch her—"
"Jake," I cut him off. "I've already told you that I don't like it when you move the conversation to physical things with her. She isn't like that, and I don't care as much about that as I do about her mind and spirit. Why is that so hard for you to understand?"
