At Luxford Academy, the elite boarding school for the ultra-rich, Adriana and Nicholas have been bitter rivals since childhood. Forced to live in the same dorm, their once-friendly pranks have escalated into daily clashes-sharp insults, constant bic...
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I get out of my car as I enter the graveyard looking for her name.
I spot it and go sit down once I set down flowers—carnations- her favourite.
"Hey love bug, I miss you so much it hurts" I start "Loads of shit had happened, Amélia misses you so much she's been crying continuously I went over to visit her few days ago and she was a wreck but I told her to read the letter you gave her again and she's slowly getting better" I pause taking a breath.
"Nick told me he loves me after everything me and you planned before you left but the audacity the boy has he asked me out first and now he says I love you first" I roll my eyes.
"The gang misses you so much, there's never a day that goes by without us talking about you not in a bad way we just remember all the memories" I let out a low laugh.
"Lionel is still breaking but pulling himself back up, Andre is drowning himself in work but Mirabella is helping him and Raphael... he's not getting any better he locks himself in your room crying every night but I always go visit him cause no one has left even though school opened a week ago"
"And your fashion show is coming up and to be honest with you love bug I'm scared what if I ruin it all? I'm scared I'll ruin everything you've worked for and I'm having regrets but I know I have to do what it to honour your name" I sigh.
I talk to her for an hour before leaving and going back to my penthouse.
I step into my penthouse, immediately greeted by the unmistakable sultry voice of Lana Del Rey drifting through the space. The scent of something delicious fills the air, teasing my senses and drawing me in like a moth to a flame. I can't help but smile, my curiosity piqued, and I quietly follow the music and the mouth-watering aroma.
As I approach the kitchen, I stop dead in my tracks. There he is—Nick, standing at the stove, shirtless, with nothing but a pair of jorts clinging to his hips. He's lost in the music, singing along to Lana with a confidence that's both endearing and a little bit ridiculous. His voice isn't perfect, but he's giving it his all, swaying his hips slightly, caught up in his own little world. The scene is too good to interrupt, and I take a moment to just watch him. The sight of him, carefree and happy, makes my heart swell.
"Maybe I like this roller coaster Maybe it keeps me high Maybe the speed it brings me closer I could sparkle up your eye Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City Never was there ever a girl so pretty Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love? Diet mountain dew, baby, New York City Can we hit it now low down and gritty? Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love?" He mumbles
I must make some noise without realizing it because he turns around and his eyes widen in surprise, cheeks flushing a soft pink. He laughs it off, trying to play cool as if he hadn't just been caught in the middle of his own private concert.
