CHAPTER 2

JAYDENS’s POV

“You’re not going abroad anymore”

“What the fuck?” I stared at my dad and waited for him to tell me he was joking.

 He didn’t.

“What do you mean I’m not going?"

"You're finishing senior year at your old school."

I wanted to rip my hair off from my scalp because what the actual fuck does he mean by I’m going back to that no-good school for senior year.

I finally thought I had gotten rid of everyone, including Zander Hades but it looks like the universe hates me because somehow, I’m being sent back to the one place I couldn’t stand being at.

I opened my mouth to argue but I knew it was pointless. Everything he said was final.

I swallowed every cuss sitting on my tongue, stormed out of his office, got my stuffs and prepared to get the hell out of this house.

“Yup. Today is officially hell on earth.” I said as It was time for me to start leaving for boarding school.

I blink once,

I’m happy to finally leave the country.

Blink twice,

I’m getting sent back to the worst place.

Blink thrice,

I’m standing in front of the school gates I swore I’d never step foot on again.

“How great” I mutter to myself.

The fountain in the middle was still there, still ugly, and still somehow everyone's favorite meeting spot.

Nothing had changed and that meant one thing.

Zander Hades was probably still here too.

Cut off from my thoughts, I spot bestfriend walking towards me with a new girl, different from the one he was with last week. I let out an internal scoff not judging because that’s how Marcus had been. Always changing partners like he was changing clothes.

“Hey buddy bud.” He grinned

“What happened to your AMAZING escape plan to abandon your bestfriend?” He teased.

“Dick” I muttered and pulled him away cause there’s no way I was walking into this school alone.

Not because I was nervous,

Please

I just couldn’t stand these people and the fake smiles and admiration they had for me. Half the students here didn’t even know my full name.

One thing I knew? They all wanted me for the money my father had.

Marcus dragged me to his dorm while I waited for the school to finish sorting out my room assignment and it turns out I had a roommate now.

Apparently, all the private rooms were taken.

“Just fucking fantastic.” I grumble to myself like a child.

"You know," Marcus said between kisses with one girl while another sat on his lap, "you could try being nice to whoever your roommate is."

I stared at him while contemplating. His idea wasn’t bad but, who could possibly like me as a person for me and not for the money in my bank.

“I’m definitely not taking advice from a guy shoving his tongue down the throats of two girls.”

He chuckled and flipped me off.

About thirty minutes later, I'd officially had enough of Marcus’s make out session and doomscrolling.

"Hey, Marcus. I'm leaving."

He barely looked up since he was “occupied”.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't scare your roommate away before the day breaks."

"No promises."

I grabbed my bags and headed for the door, already dreading whatever idiot the school had paired me with.

I checked the room number twice before attempting to push the door open.

It was locked.

"SERIOUSLY?!"

I banged the door already Irritated, because who locks the room by 8.P.M.

I heard mumbling and shuffling.

“Serves you right for locking up by this time” I chuckled.

The door clicked opened,

“Who the hell…”

My blood froze. Standing in front of me was Zander Hades.

For a whole minute, neither of us said a word.

“What the fuck are you doing In my room, Zander?”

“Your room?!” He silently shouted. “you’re not even meant to be here.”

I started laughing and I knew he was staring at me like I was a crazed person. Not only do I have to spend another year here, but I had to spend it sleeping next to Zander?

"Great job, universe," I muttered. "Really nailed this one."

I watched him climb into bed without another word like as if I was non existent.

“Seriously? “He was just... going to sleep??”

After dropping a bomb on my life like this?

Fine.

If Zander wanted to act like I didn't exist... I'd make damn sure he never got the chance again.