❝𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. ❞
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East Bridge High-a place of artificial, forlorn personalities that were adorned with the most expensive items in orde...
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THE WINDS of the city began to dry Cleo's tear stained cheeks and bring her overheated, splotchy red face to ease. Looks of concern were heavily worn across all of her friends, silently questioning about what happened inside Luxio and how things escalated to that point.
"Cleo, who the hell was that guy?" Nathaniel asked, his voice stern.
"Nate, give her a minute." Tasha replied, annoyance hinted on her tongue. Cleo tapped the side of Tasha's leg, letting her know it was okay for him to ask that question. She knew if it was her, she'd be drowning in curiosity too.
"Um," Cleo's voice started off shakily, "over the summer, two years ago, my family and I took a trip to somewhere around Europe." She paused for a second. "It was mainly for my mom, she had like a showcase, or something, because her new clothing line was debuting—her summer collection."
Everyone stared at her intently, they wanted her to get to the point but didn't have the heart to rush her. Eric sat down on the cold concrete next to Cleo, soothing his right hand. He was questioning why he even dared to knock the guy out. One could say it was just the adrenaline, but he knew the soft spot he had for Cleo. He couldn't bear to see anyone trying to harm her, or even put her in any sort of danger. He stared at her, his brows furrowed and his eyes glared with worry.
Naomi was caressing Cleo's hair, making an attempt to soothe her as she relayed a possibly traumatic story to the rest of her friends.
"One of the days we were out, I ended up seeing him. Alex. Alexandre was his name, and of course he captivated me. I don't know how I could've been so stupid to ignore what kind of evil was behind those pretty, really pretty, green eyes." Cleo began to start tearing up slightly, fidgeting with her fingers. "I'm rambling I know, I'm sorry." Her eyes apologetic. "Okay, so I saw him, he came over to me and introduced himself and of course he was charming. Speaking lovely french words in my ears that I had no clue what they meant but I ended up falling for it. I see a cute French boy and suddenly I'm ready to leap into his arms and prepare a wedding." Cleo laughed under her breath, mumbling self-depreciative insults to herself.
