Lightning Strike (Billionaire Boys Club #3) | ongoing

Chapter 1

                    Alora:

I'm moving in slow motion.

Or is it everything else around me that is and I'm the only one stuck in an ongoing bad dream, continuously trying to find a way out?

So much has happened in the last two years.

Actually, no. Two things have happened. But it just feels like every time I wake up, the events repeat themselves and I can't do anything to stop It.

I hate it.

I hate it and this and the world and myself for feeling this way.

I hate the way I've become.

But the thing I dread the most is the fact that if they could see, really, truly see, the person that I've turned into, what level of disappointed would they be?

Would they hate me, too?

"Alora."

"Hm?" I snap out of the daze I was in and whip my head to the sound of Cleo's voice.

"We've been calling you for the past few minutes." She tells me.

"Are you okay?" Elodie asks, looking concerned. "You've been acting strange like this for a while."

"I'm fine." I shake my head, flipping my hair over my shoulder.

"Girl, you spaced out while we were talking about He Who Shall Not Be Named." Lina gives me a deadpanned expression. "The only other explanation for that is an equally gorgeous imposter ghost has possessed your body. So either prepare for an exorcism or tell us what's up."

"Guys, I'm fine. Seriously. I just didn't sleep well last night." I tell my best friends as they all stare at me as we sit in the dining hall for lunch.

Cleo McKenna, Catalina Garcia and Elodie Beaufort have been my best friends for two years. We met on the first day of freshmen year and have been together all the way up to now, junior year.

They were there when the accident happened and made sure that I didn't shrivel up into a ball of depreciating sadness.

I had friends in middle school, but nothing like them. Of course, age has a lot to do with it, but I have no doubt in my mind that they truly value me and our friendship.

Which is why they are currently interrogating me for merely zoning out a few times-

"Wait, you were talking about who?" They also know about my silent hatred for, per the nickname we gave him, Voldemort.

"Oh, come on, Alora." Lina glances at him from where he's sat one table over. "Even you have to admit how especially hot he looks today. He's not wearing a tie!" She all but whisper yells that last part.

Maybe someone took it to strangle him with later. I think to myself.

"I'm with Lina on this one." Cleo agrees. "You can't spell Madden Drakos without damn."

"Well, you know what else you can't spell it with?" I smile before losing it completely. "Demon."

"Are you ever going to give us an actual explanation as to why you hate every bone in his body?" Elodie asks.

They do know that I loathe the boy, but I've never told them about the first, and only, interaction we've ever had. I'm not sure why, but for some odd reason, I don't want anyone to know about it. The reason is definitely not because he told me not to. No one can tell me what to and what not to do. I just don't.