Mount Reform: a military school for the "troubled." That's where Keeley Harris has been for the past five years since her bad and brooding mafia boss father sent her away. After getting kicked out, Keeley returns home to a situation and a family sh...
It has been one hell of a week. It's now Friday, which means one week has passed since I got to Bayside, and three days since Ryder has talked to me.
I mean, I don't get it: we were both rude, we made up, he got mad again, then I cut his neck after he scared me, and now he is completely avoiding me. Don't get me wrong, I'd be pissed too if someone put a knife to my neck and gave me a bloody nose, but with Ryder, it's just different. Yet no matter how aggravated or frustrated I am at him, I can't get those glassy blue eyes out of my head.
"Keeley, are you listening to me?" Aubrey asked while fixing her fire-like hair. I have started giving her rides home after school so she doesn't have to walk or catch a ride with one of the guys.
"Umm, maybe?" I tell her sheepishly while turning onto her street.
She gave me a pointed look while pulling her backpack onto her lap. "I asked if you were going to the football game tonight? Ya know, considering your brothers are kind of like the star players?"
"No, I don't think so," I told her as I pulled up to her bright blue Victorian house.
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Her house was...quirky if you will. A large porch wrapped around the front and part of the sides of the house. The trim and doors were all purple, and a small balcony sat above the awning of the two-story house. It is definitely not for everybody, but it somehow fits Aubrey and her family perfectly.
"It's been a long week and I think I'm just going to relax at home tonight."
We said our goodbyes and I made sure she was in her house before I drove off.
***
When I parked at the house, I didn't see any cars in the driveway, which was weird because somebody is usually home.
It was strangely quiet as I entered the house, it almost felt eerie. As I walked into the living room, I saw a bright yellow sticky note on the TV.
Keeley, we won't be home till late and the twins won't be home tonight.
Love you, Cal.
The house felt strangely cold with no one else in it. Even though the afternoon sun was shining in through the windows onto the warm-colored walls and floors, I felt a chill run up my spine. The tan sofa and fuzzy rug didn't even look warm, but rather just placed here. Not lived in, not loved, just placed.
I walk up the stairs to my room only to be surrounded by the sound of emptiness. I always say how I would just like to be alone, but in times like this, I really wish I wasn't.
The moment I opened my bedroom door, I saw Gus's head pop up from where he was lying on top of my black comforter. He lets out a small bark as his nub-like tail starts to wag back and forth.
