after the death of her mother, leighton's father sends her to a boarding school halfway across the world to be taught a lesson. she knows no one and no one knows her.
but the cherry on top is who her roommate is.
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"i'm in over my head. its a lot to take in"
-out of my league by fitz and the tantrums
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I called my little sister as soon as everyone left.
"Hi Lei!" She exclaims.
"Hey," I puff out a breath.
"What's wrong?" She asks.
"The detective called me," My voice cracked. "He says momma was, um, doing shady things and I need to fly back to Australia and talk to the police."
"Oh." She says. "Are you going too?"
"I dunno. I think I should but I really don't want to because of d-dad."
"Yeah." She sighs.
Kai walks in, shirtless, and my brain goes off.
"Okay so yeah, I'll talk to you later," I stammer.
"Ohh okay, hot roommate walked in. Got it," She clicks her tongue and hangs up.
"Hey," I smile and wipe under my eyes.
"Yeah, hi,"
Kai walks over to his bed, slamming his big toe against the nightstand.
"Fucking shit," He exclaims and falls against his bed.
"Okay I have an idea," I grin.
It's a great idea, really.
"What's the idea?" He grumbles.
"We need a swear jar,"
"No fucking way,"
"Alright," I shrug.
"Alright well I'll—" Hes interrupted by my phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"Leighton, it's Detective Harris," She says.
"O-oh," I say. "Hi."
"Hi, honey. We need to discuss the night of your mother's death. In detail. Will that be okay?"
"Do I have to fly out?" I ask and Kai walks out of the room.
"Not right now. For now we can do this over the phone."
"Oh okay."
I sit on the edge of my bed, clutching my phone so tightly my knuckles turn white. The detective's voice on the other end is calm, too calm. It grates against the chaos in my mind.
"Leighton, I need you to think back to that night. Anything unusual, no matter how small, could be important."
My eyes flick to the doorway where Kai stands, leaning casually against the frame. His arms are crossed, and his expression is the same bored indifference he always wears, but I can feel his eyes on me. It's unnerving, knowing he's listening, pretending not to care.
