Avia Huxley has been waiting her whole life for senior year. Her mission: take down The Elites, a group who destroyed her mother's life years ago.
Now, their children are almost adults. Avia vows to destroy the new generation so something like her d...
The mother-daughter relationship is the most complex. -Wynonna Judd
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Questions swirl in my head as I drive away from that horrid school. The deeper I investigate into The Elites, the more unease I feel at the pit of my stomach.
Could Peter be cheating on Angie with Lauryn?
No, Peter is too spineless to go against her.
Angie is already so paranoid about Peter running off that a whiff of Lauryn's perfume on him would make her explode with accusations.
Or maybe, Angie knows Peter is cheating on her. It's not like the couple is extremely romantic with each other.
Their relationship could just be for show, a display of high school power. That's one possibility I have yet to debunk.
My brain is spiraling out of control with theories on why those text messages were on Lauryn's phone. The craziest one being that Lauryn left her phone on our table on purpose. She's trying to sabotage me.
I laugh, feeling the wind whipping around me. I must sound absolutely bat-shit crazy.
The grounded side of me chimes in. Maybe Lauryn and Peter are friends? It wouldn't be completely unreasonable to assume since they've grown up together and their parents know each other.
As I get closer to my house, dread begins to fill my veins with cement. My mom will be waiting for me. I know it. She'll want to talk about yesterday at that stupid diner.
Even Marie thinks it's a good idea that we talk. I offered to drive her home, but she refused. Apparently, she has a meeting for one of her many clubs.
Although, Marie is subtly forcing me to confront my mom, and I saw right through her thinly veiled lie.
I would text her and rant about my anxiety of conveying my feelings to my mom, but she forgot her phone in mom's car. Apparently, I was too pissed off to remember to retrieve it while stomping away from the diner.
My beloved convertible pulls up into the driveway. Immediately, I see my mom's car. It's laughing at my anxiety. The headlights seem to be glaring at me, testing to see if I will have enough bravery to meet the woman inside.
Fear will not consume me this time, and I walk inside filled with purpose. Passing mom's Maserati, I can't help but hate it for leading me to that stupid fucking diner.
Knowing what I know now, I can't go back to the mindless revenge machine she wanted me to be.
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Almost tip-toeing, I creep around the house nervously. She's not in the kitchen nor the sitting room, but I do find her sitting on the living room couch. I sit on the couch opposite to her. All the while, she's not meeting my eyes.
