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“You fucked up, Nash,” Aiden murmurs to me. “Now, I’m taking this to the next level.”
“Why don’t you tell her the order of how we all lost our virginities?”
and then Cole with the bombshell Miss Goldman, and the loser Aiden is last.”
Silver pauses opening a container, her fingers freezing on the handle. Fuck. The change in her demeanour is short, but it’s there.
Her eyes are cast downwards, so I can’t see the look in them. However, she purses her lips for the briefest second before she goes back to normal, and by normal, I mean the mask...
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“Can your driver drop me off?” No, thanks. She’ll say, no, thanks. That’s what she tells Aiden every fucking time. “Sure.” She grabs her backpack with stiff fingers.
For some reason, I feel that if she walks out with him through that door, everything will be screwed up, and it won’t be the chaos I love so much.
“You don’t know what I’m feeling right now, but I’m going to make you regret it.”
I reach out a hand for her, but all it finds is air. The moment the door closes behind her and Aiden, something inside me slams shut too.
Aiden throws me a glance. He has a permanent ‘piss off’ look etched on his features. And while he’s relatively handsome with his styled black hair and sharp features, I don’t know why the girls find him attractive and nearly blend in with the walls whenever he passes them by.
He’s annoying and entitled and has sociopathic tendencies. If they tried looking behind his exterior for a second, maybe they’d figure that out,
“Derek and I know you don’t enjoy our company, so why did you want to catch a ride?”
“For your beautiful eyes, Queens.”
“Eww. Don’t ever try that again with me. I literally ...
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“You wouldn’t want to throw up if it w...
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“Revenge. You said you’ll make him regret it. Do you know the best way to do that?” He lowers his voice so Derek doesn’t hear. “Losing your virginity to me.”
“If we were the last two people left on this planet and our children were the only hope for humanity, I’d vote for extinction.”
“Unfortunately, that’s mutual,” Aiden says. “The only good thing about you is your ability to rile Nash up.”
“Aiden has no reason to disagree.” Jonathan raises his brows at his son. “Isn’t that right?”
“I’m fine with it,” Aiden says.
Cole You and Aiden deserve each other. You’re a bitch and he’s a psycho. One day, you’ll fall, Butterfly, and I’ll stand there and watch as you burn.
And most importantly, I’ll get over the cancer that’s been eating at me for years. The cancer without a cure. Cole.
I’ve always thought sleep is a waste of time. Why sleep when you can read?
I hit the light switch and he squints as I interrupt his session with his chessboard. He’s been playing against himself again. In the dark.
“Engaged? She’s my fiancée? We’ll get married and have kids? That includes fucking on a daily basis, by the way.”
“Come on.” He motions at my hand. “Finish what your head is telling you to do.”
Silver agreed to become Aiden’s fiancée.
“Of course she did. It’s me. Besides, you pushed her my way, Nash, and do you know what I’ll do now? I’ll play all the games you never wanted to play before.”
“That’s a declaration of war. It might not be tomorrow or next year or even the next decade, but I’ll find a way to crush you.”
She ruined everything. She killed the small living part in my chest, and now, I’ll kill her in return.
“I met someone and we’ve been going out for nearly a year now. I didn’t want to tell you about him until I made sure we were serious. We are, darling. He makes me feel like I deserve a second chance and it’d mean so much to me if you accept him.”
“Sebastian.”
“Sebastian Queens?” She nods.
I might not like Silver Queens, but I’ve always considered her something sacred. And mine. She ruined that. She ruined everything.
“Remember, Babydoll. Men are only to be used. Feelings and all that stupidity was invented by unsuccessful people. Your worth is what you offer to the world — your beauty, your intelligence, and your competitiveness. No man should steal those from you.” She lays a hand on my heart. “Seal this.” Mum taps my temple. “And you’ll win using this.”
The war has started. Nash?
Then I notice the necklace he’s clicked around my throat. It’s dainty sterling and has a small butterfly pendant, its wings wrapped in an infinity symbol.
“Our new beginning.” “Our new beginning?”
“Congrats on the engagement with Aiden.”
“Deflowering and an engagement all in one day,” he continues in that calm, infuriating tone. “You work fast, just like your mum.”
“Why, Butterfly? Afraid you’ll turn out just like her?”
“Here’s a reality check: with someone like Aiden, you’ll end up worse than your mother; you’ll end up like his mother. You’ll be found dead after long hours of suffering in the middle of nowhere.”
“Don’t waste your time practising.” He makes a loud note by hitting several keys at the same time. “I’ll win the competition.”
“It’s our nurse, Miss Goldman.”
“I was passing by this morning and I heard her making strange noises. I thought she was hurt, but when I peeked in, I saw her…” I take a dramatic pause.
The answer to the latter is no. I don’t care about people enough to want to hurt them.
Aiden is sitting across from me with Silver by his side as he places a hand around her shoulder. They keep whispering things to each other before she laughs discreetly and he smirks with mischief like the bastard he is.
He fucks girls he literally doesn’t remember the names of. She’s aware of this. She caught them once, but she just threw his jacket at him and told him they had a fundraiser to attend.
Reading is one of my defence mechanisms to not get caught up in the world. The world makes me think of worldly things, like that night, and I hate that night.
When I grow old and my memory starts demanding to delete files to be able to remember others, I’d choose her stupid journal over books by philosophers and psychologists any day.
