All characters are 18 and high school seniors.
❥ Elizabeth Alardo craves power. She craves power over her school, and power over people. And soon, power over the nerd. With her Queendom being threatened, he couldn't come at a better time. Almost li...
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"It's getting pretty late.." Yusra got up from her chair, moving her dark curls out of the way before sliding her back pack over her shoulder. She had on a black sleeveless top and brown skirt. Her gold bracelets clink when she moves.
My best friend is literally gorgeous, her hazel eyes highlighted by her khol, her brown gloss perfectly complementing her olive skin tone. She smelled of oud and roses.
I glance outside to see even the football players were going home.
"I'm going home, you should too." She grabs her phone and leaves the student counsel room, closing the door behind her.
Sighing, I lay my head down. My parents were still home and I didn't feel like going there.
I'll just finish my homework, then go. No more procrastinating.
With my pink pen in hand, I start trying to do my math homework.
After what feels like a couple of minutes of procrastination and scribbling on my notebook, I check my rose gold phone for any notifications. I notice it's on 2% and it's 9:14pm already.
"Shit." I whisper under my breath as I start packing my stuff, quickly. I rush out of the classroom and make my way to the school exit. As I get closer, I hear something clanking and someone talking under their breath.
Assuming and hoping it's the security guard or a janitor, I peek my head out from around the corner. It looks to be someone with black hoodie and a backpack.
Worst case scenario runs through my brain, I consider pulling out my phone and calling the police but not before getting a closer look.
Is it a thief? Or possibly a murderer looking for his idiot next victim who decided to stay too long after school?
The mystery person turns around for a second and I catch a full glimpse of their face. Their familiar wavy hair, sharp jawline and piercing eyes. I release my breath, sighing in relief.
"Ivan?" I call out.
He whips his head around, like he was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing. Standing up straighter, he brushes his hair back causing his hood to fall.
"What are you doing so late at school?" I ponder as I walk closer to his tall stature.
"I— uh.. chess meeting?"
"Your chess meeting ran this late?" I check my phone again as if to confirm it's really 9.
"It was my turn to clean up.." my brows shift to a frown, that doesn't sound..—
"What about you?" He quickly asks, "you don't usually stay this late."
"Yea.." I'm suddenly reminded of my parents at home, who haven't even checked on me yet. "Honestly.. I don't want to go home.."
