Masuk(KAIRA'S POV)The car hummed beneath me, smooth and steady as we drove through winding roads that I had never seen before. The sun had fully set now, leaving behind a sky painted in deep purples and navy blues. Streetlights became sparse, then disappeared entirely, replaced by nothing but darkness and the occasional glimpse of moonlight through the trees."Slade, where are we going?" I asked for what felt like the hundredth time."You'll see when we get there.""That's what you keep saying." I shifted in my seat, the shopping bags from earlier rustling in the back. "But we've been driving for almost an hour. I don't even know where we are anymore.""That's the point."I sighed, leaning my head against the window. The glass was cool against my skin, and I could see my reflection staring back at me. I looked happy. Genuinely happy.But also confused."Seriously though," I pressed, "can you at least give me a hint?""No.""Slade!""Patience, Makaira." There was a hint of amusement in his
(SHELLY'S POV)I was going to be sick.Literally, physically, genuinely sick.I had been following them all day. Not in an obvious way—I wasn't stupid. I parked my car down the street, pretended to be on my phone, watched through the windows of stores like I was just another shopper. I was careful. Strategic. Patient.And what did I see?Slade Horton—the same Slade Horton who had never so much as held my hand in public—picking up that pathetic little gold digger with flowers. Real flowers. Actual, genuine, expensive flowers that he had probably handpicked just for her.And then the kiss.Not even a real kiss. Just a kiss on her hand. But it was the way he did it. The way he looked at her. Like she was the sun and the moon and every star in the sky.I had never seen him look at anyone like that. Not even me. Especially not me.I gripped my steering wheel so hard that my knuckles turned white."Did you see that?" I hissed at Penny, who was sitting in the passenger seat looking uncomfort
(KAIRA'S POV)My phone buzzed in my hand, and I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw Slade's name on the screen.Me: Thinking of you. Can we talk when you get home?I read the message three times, a smile spreading across my face so wide that my cheeks started to hurt.Me: Of course. I'll text you when I'm back. 💕I typed the response quickly, my fingers trembling slightly with excitement. Then I hugged my phone to my chest, letting out a small, giddy sigh."What was that?" Cameron's voice cut through my thoughts.I looked up to find him staring at me with a knowing grin. He had one eyebrow raised, his arms crossed over his chest, and he was practically radiating smug energy."What was what?" I asked innocently."That." He pointed at my face. "That little smile you just did. The one that made you look like a lovesick puppy.""I don't look like a lovesick puppy.""You absolutely do." Cameron walked over to where I was standing, still holding the dress I had been about to try on. "Was
(SLADE'S POV)The morning sun beat down on the football field, hot and unforgiving. I welcomed it. The heat, the sweat, the burn in my muscles—it was all a distraction. A way to quiet the noise in my head.But it wasn't working.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Makaira. In that sundress. Smiling at that Cameron guy like he was the most entertaining person on earth.I kicked the ball harder than necessary, sending it flying across the field. It sailed past the goalpost and into the fence beyond."Whoa there, Horton!" Coach Davis shouted from the sidelines. "Save some of that energy for the actual game!"I didn't respond. I just jogged after the ball, my jaw tight.Germaine jogged up beside me, his brow furrowed. "Dude. What's with you today? You've been kicking like you're trying to murder the ball.""I'm fine.""You're not fine. You're never this aggressive during practice." Germaine kept pace with me as I retrieved the ball. "Did something happen? Is it about the video thing?
(KAIRA'S POV)"Absolutely not."Cameron held up a bright yellow sundress with giant sunflowers on it, his expression one of pure horror."What's wrong with it?" I asked, genuinely confused. "I think it's cute.""It's cute if you're going to a picnic in the 1970s." He shoved it back on the rack. "We need something that says 'I'm beautiful and I know it,' not 'I'm lost and I need directions to the nearest farm.'"I laughed, shaking my head. "You're impossible.""I'm fashionable. There's a difference." He pulled out a soft pink midi dress with a flattering neckline. "This. Try this."I took it from him, running my fingers over the fabric. It was beautiful. Elegant. Nothing like what I would normally pick for myself."I don't know if I can pull that off.""Kaira." Cameron placed both hands on my shoulders, looking me dead in the eyes. "You are stunning. You just need to see yourself the way the rest of us see you. Now go try it on. I'll wait right here."I sighed but took the dress, headi
(KAIRA'S POV)I woke up to sunlight streaming through my window and the faint smell of something floral—probably from the garden outside. For a moment, I just lay there, blinking at the ceiling, trying to remember why I felt so... light.Then the memories came flooding back.Slade's lips on mine. His hands in my hair. The way he had held me like I was something precious.I smiled, hugging my pillow to my chest.But when I turned over, the other side of the bed was empty. Cold. He had left sometime during the night.My heart sank slightly.I knew it was silly to be disappointed. He couldn't have stayed all night anyway—what if someone had seen? What if the staff had talked? But still, a small part of me had hoped to wake up in his arms.I sat up, running my fingers through my tangled hair. “It’s probably for the better.” I morning voice said ti me but I tried to fight the insecurity I felt. I felt very scared.Scared that yesterday had been like the other days. One of Slade Horton’s
(KAIRA'S POV)Slade put me down immediately and draped his jacket over my shoulder. I stood like a doll, unmoving, waiting as the footsteps presented their owners."Oh my goodness, what happened, baby?" Mum cried as she ran towards me. "We were just on our way to get you both and then we heard you
(KAIRA'S POV)Slade was torturing me with silence. Simply leading the way.I followed him closely like a pupil behind a headmaster, past the house doors, to the hedged pathways, to the garden gates, past chrysanthemums, a variety of roses, orchids, daisies… and then carefully past the stepping ston
(KAIRA'S POV) The large iron gates opened, and I felt the familiar weight of panic settle behind my ribs. I pressed my sweaty palms against the expensive leather while my body stiffened in the backseat. I wanted to close my eyes but somehow I couldn't. I sat, like a programmed robot, and watched
(KAIRA'S POV) "Mr. Horton, your project partner is… Miss Jin." Our English teacher, Mrs. Reed, announced. My stomach sank, and a heavy weight transferred to my chest. Of all the people in PineCrest High, it had to be Slade Horton. Football captain. Sole hair of Horton Empire. Most popular an







