Butterflies (Book 1)

0. Prologue

Martha Appleton made her way across the room and sat down behind her desk. She took her mirror and looked at her reflection.
- Looks like shit got real - she said. Her long, braided hair wasn't perfect - she didn't have enough time to brush it in the morning. She felt exhausted. It was about 4 PM and she was already fed up with Philip's behaviour. "I have a meeting with this freaking prick and Mrs. Schmidt in ten minutes. I better head out", she thought. She got up and wanted to leave, when the door opened. "Fuck you, life"
- Lockheart, I have to give her this letter! - screamed Alexandra running inside the room.
- I have a name, Boreyko! - responded Philip. - I bet this can wait!
- It's from Jamie!
Silence.
Martha felt her cheeks getting warmer. Letters from her boyfriend were always romantic and positive.
- Leave it on the desk. - said Martha. - I have a meeting.
- No, you don't. - sighed Philip. - It's tommorow.
- Wha- Why!? - responded Martha angrily.
- It's not my fault! It's Darcy, again. Something about her therapist, I don't know, I didn't listen. - chuckled Philip. - Leave us alone, Boreyko. I need to talk with the School President over here.
The green eyed girl looked angrily at both Martha and Philip. After a while she hugged her notebook tighter and left the room. Her curly, dark blonde hair landed on her shoulders shortly before the door closed.
Philip made his way to Martha's desk.
- Do you think... Do you think we made a mistake?
All Martha did was just stare at him.
- A week ago?
- I don't want to talk about this, Pip. - replied Martha. She yawned and waited a while, looking at the window. - Just... Just let me relax, okay?
- That's exactly what I came to do - Philip sat down on the desk. Martha looked him in the eyes. That was the mistake. - Do you know you're kinda cute when you're blushing?
"Enough.", She thought.
- No. I know where this is going. The answer is no.
- Okay, look at me and tell me you don't want this with a straight face.
- How can you be okay with doing this to your own brother?
- Is that a yes? - Philip smiled and looked at Martha with his dark brown, almost black eyes.
Martha blushed and chuckled nervously. She knew this was wrong... But it was the end of the school year. They were the only people in the whole school. Nobody would know.
- Yes...
She felt her shirt being lifted.
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- Get up. - Martha looked at Philip angrily.
- You're welcome. - said Philip as he got up lazily.
Martha rolled her eyes and took the letter. Alex wasn't lying. "From: Jamie Lockheart". She opened it. "Oh fuck"
She looked petrified.
- Is JJ... Dead? - Said Philip, visibly worried.
- N-No... It's worse...
- How the hell is that possible!?
- Philip... He's moving back to America.
- When!?
- In three months.
- Holy shit... - Philip stormed out of the room, leaving Martha alone with the letter.