Not So Star-Crossed

Ch 9: Butterflies

Ava's POV

Rothwell Private Academy Boarding School. Main Corridors. Friday, September 6th. 10:25am

"I am so screwed!" I lean my forehead against my locker and Cecily lets out a rather amused giggle.

"Maybe but if you ask me it's totally worth it. Whoever made it into a boomerang is a genius!" Cecily claps her hands together and I side eye her all while barely letting my face off the locker.

After my little disagreement with Daxon yesterday some underclassman thought it would be amusing to make a boomerang of me throwing the coffee. Under other circumstances I would probably crack up laughing at the boomerang myself but considering my parents are watching my every move and T.J is clearly pissed I can't help but be mortified at the video before me. I glance down at my phone to see another unread message from T.J pop up. He's been blowing up my phone this whole morning saying variations of 'we need to talk' and 'text me back.' I've been doing a pretty good job at avoiding him but since my next class is Early English Literature with not only T.J but Daxon as well I'm inherently screwed.

The only thing I can pray for is that T.J comes down with a sickness in less than 3 minutes and Daxon remembers to print the god damn prologue.

"Hon, you really need to step away from the locker. Who knows how many viruses you're contracting by putting your face near it." Cecily pulls me to stand a few inches away from my locker and I sigh finishing up putting my books away from my last class.

"T.J keeps texting me." I mumble but since Cecily knows me so well she hears me loud and clear.

"Yeah that's not surprising but if you go in there fierce he may go easy on you."

I groan in response and she rubs my back.

"And not to mention that thing you agreed to. You could always hold that over his head." Cecily raises a brow mischievously.

"That's true. I guess that will be my only leverage today." I sadly start pulling out my Early English literature book when Cecily starts pulling on the sleeve of my navy-blue polo uniform shirt.

"Speaking of...your so-called leverage is walking this way as we speak." I give her a confused look then direct my attention to the tall blonde boy walking towards us.

Carson Baylor was the embodiment of a Hollister model as he made long strides down the hallway in a pair of navy blue khaki pants and a white polo uniform shirt that showed off his defined arm muscles. His baby blue eyes land on my hazel ones as he gives me a familiar grin. While he's only a junior, senior girls do very little to hide the gawking looks they give him as he strolls past them.

"Hey Ava, Cecily." He greets us and Cecily gives off a wicked grin portraying that she knew our secret.

"Hey Carson." I respond feeling a little out of place with bystanders walking by and looking at us.

"My hello is insignificant. Baylor nice seeing you again. Avs, I'll see you in class!" Cecily gives us a goodbye wave and girlishly skips away to a few girls that were in her 'Future Models of America club.'

"You too." Carson stares at her retreating form strangely before casually leaning against the locker next to mine and looking down at me.

"How are you doing? I saw the Boomerang this morning." He asked and I give him a curious eye brow raise before I start shoving my text book into my backpack.

"Fine. Not that it's really your concern." I didn't mean for my response to sound so heartless but when I stand up to close my locker, Carson's facial expression looked genuinely hurt.