𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓
𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘺. 𝘕𝘦𝘳𝘥. 𝘗𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦.
That's what everyone calls me while turning up their noses at me. Even if it's true, I don't care. I have a plan. Keep my head down and graduate from Huxley High to get into my dream un...
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Millie
"Didn't I tell you to wait in the car?" Blake deadpans with a threatening calmness in his voice, the slight clench of his jaw the only thing betraying the anger he's desperately trying to contain.
"I told you to keep an eye on her, but you brought her to the last place I wanted her to be." Bailey snaps back, turning her attention to her best friend, her words sending a shiver down my spine.
"Bailey, she—" Bailey's best friend starts speaking, but he doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence.
"He wasn't fucking supposed to know about her. You messed up, Jensen." Bailey cuts him off, her finger stabbing into his chest like a surgeon's scalpel, precise but deadly.
"It's not his fault, Bailey. I was coming either way..." I manage to confess, my body shivering from the visceral cold wrapping around me like a starving snake, stealing the air from my lungs. At my words, Bailey stumbles back a step from Blake, turning her full attention to me as a wave of confusion twists her delicate features.
"What do you mean?" Bailey responds softly, her gaze searching mine, her words carrying a lethal disbelief that makes me regret not listening to Blake's advice.
I should've stayed in the car.
"Your mom called her. She wanted your girlfriend to check on you." Blake replies nonchalantly, his presence still looming beside her with the closeness of a brother protecting his younger sister, guarding her from the chaos of the outside world. At first, I'm grateful he's answering in my place. Then, I feel my cheeks burn intensely the moment I fully register his words in my brain. The previous anger twisting his features is now gone, replaced by smirk full of mischief, his eyes lighting up with the intentional innuendo in his own words.
Am I dreaming or did Blake just referred to me as Bailey's girlfriend?
As if immune to his provocation, Bailey remains silent for a few seconds, her gaze scanning me up and down as she's finally notices my drenched uniform and the violent shivering of my body. A threatening curse escapes her lips as her delicate hand captures my wrist and yanks me into the cabin, the sudden heat of her ethereal touch stealing my breath away. A few seconds later, I hear Blake close the front door with a loud thud, the sound echoing through the cabin.
"Fuck, you're freezing! You're gonna catch a cold if I don't get you warmed up!" Bailey states, and the concern and possessiveness in her voice doesn't get unnoticed. My mouth is instantly unable to find the right words to respond as I take in my surroundings, scanning the haunting beauty of the cabin. From the outside, the dark wood of the cabin makes the place intimidating, as if wrapped by an enchanted spell, preventing us from approaching it. However, everything on the inside screams power, wealth, the kind of luxury very few people ever get the opportunity to witness.
"Do you own this cabin?" I whisper under my breath, still overtaken by the interior. Heavy wooden beams stretch across the ceiling, contrasting deeply with the massive white chandelier whose crystals shine under the light of the fireplace. A wave of embarrassment hits me the moment my shoes leave a few muddy prints on the polished wood floor, rooting me to the spot, not daring to move an inch. The warmth of the cabin feels like an enthralling sanctuary. In the center of the room, a large beige leather sofa waits like a predator stalking its prey. A luxurious dining table face the sofa, both pieces fighting for my attention.
