❝My parents warned me about the drugs on the street but never about the one with the electric blue eyes and heartbeat.❞
Nothing could compare to the luxurious lives five teenagers lived in Covington Prep. Scandals, parties, paparazzi were embedded i...
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"No, no and no!" Lisa wailed as Grey stormed out of the car, hair flailing wildly behind her. Lisa tried to pick up her pace, trying to step in with Grey's wide steps of anger.
She grabbed Grey's hand abruptly, not knowing what else to do. "Hey, stop and listen to me. You storming in there and blasting anyone is not going to solve the problem!" Grey glared through her caramel orbs, irises blazing. "I can do whatever the fuck I want okay. I didn't bring you here to argue with me."
Lisa clicked her tongue impatiently. "It's only going to cause more trouble! You'll be putting all the attention to you and last year's events! Do you really need to take that bullshit?"
"I don't care. There's nothing else I can do!"
"Leave it alone, please. We'll do something else." She pleaded, trying to put some sense into her deranged friend. At the sentence Grey's eyes darkened as she snatched her hand away and walked towards the front entrance, anger holding on to her like sweat clung to skin.
"Grey!"
She reached the double French doors, the heels of her Jimmy Choos clicking wildly against the pavement. Seth was perched lazily against one of the French doors, hair messed up and electric blue orbs carrying the same anger that Grey held. At first glance his expression may seem the same, the same poker face that had girls falling to their feet.
Seth Cherington didn't need to talk to get a girl, everyone knew that.
But today, his expression was just like the same expression Grey saw when Kyle came to teach here on that dated day. Muscles tense, jaw set hard so much that it could cut diamonds and eyes blazing and bright that you would have to look away instead of staring him down.
He was blocking her path, and Grey stopped right in front of him, silently willing him to let her go.
Lisa picked up the pace when she saw Seth, the heels of her Louboutins also clacking wildly against the pavement. "Thank god you're here Seth. Please tell Grey that this is a bad idea. Please. Nothing good's going to come out of it!"
