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Jami
“If you check your hair in the reflection of that trophy case one more time, I’m calling the police,” Chloe says, nudging my shoulder. “Ugh” I groan and quickly drop my hands from my skirt, my face feeling like a hot kettle. I always try to look put-together but today, I literally spent twenty minutes making sure my cream sweater was perfectly tucked into my beige skirt…but my hands won't stop shaking. “I’m losing my mind, Chloe,” I whisper, glancing around the chaotic hallway as everyone slams their lockers shut for the holiday break. “It’s the last day of the semester. If I don't tell him today, he’s going to spend the whole holiday not even knowing I exist.” Chloe groans dramatically. “Please. You’re literally gorgeous, you dress like a brand model for a simple errand, trust me…you look absolutely beautiful. Go get your man.” My heart does a violent flip. Reid. He’s always so polite, quiet, and flawlessly organized. The exact definition of a safe, steady guy. I immediately fell in love the first time I transferred to Newport College, and out of the bastards who've never seen a transferred student…he was totally an angel. He might be cold and withdrawn…yeah, a total nerd…still, he makes my heart flutter and today, I have made up my mind to let my heart be smashed or I'm getting incredibly lucky. “Marcus said he was staying late in the empty homeroom to pack up his stuff,” I say, gripping a neatly folded note in my palm. Marcus is Reid's best friend and luckily Chloe's boyfriend. “Come with me to the door?” “Fine, but I’m staying in the hallway,” Chloe rolls her eyes playfully. We walk down the quiet old school building toward Room 4B. The door is slightly cracked open, but before I can even reach for the handle, a sharp, angry female voice echoes from inside. “I literally bought you a gift! And you couldn't even help me with the answers during the exam? Now I didn't pass!” Chloe and I instantly freeze, peeking through the crack of the door. Sitting at the back desk, casually throwing textbooks into a duffel bag, is Reid. Except his vibe is totally off, he looks completely bored and uninterested in whatever the hell the pitiful girl had to say. He glances up at the crying girl, letting out a cold, sarcastic chuckle. “Sucks to be you, I guess. Maybe try studying next time instead of buying goodies.” The girl’s face turns bright red with fury. “You absolute jerk!” *Smack!* Chloe and I both let out a loud, synchronized gasp, our hands flying over our mouths. The girl’s hand connects right across his cheek, and a large ring on her finger visibly scratches his skin. She spins around, sobbing, and storms out the back exit of the classroom, completely missing us. Inside, he just sighs, rubbing his jaw. I slam the door open and rush inside before I can even think, leaving a stunned Chloe in the hallway. Forget the confession, he’s bleeding! “Oh my god, are you okay?” I ask, my voice trembling as I drop my bag on a desk and immediately start digging through it. Luckily, I like to be prepared for literally anything, so I quickly pull out a small antiseptic wipe and a pastel-pink bandage. He freezes, looking completely surprised as I step right into his space. Come to think of it, he's always so nice and usually only ignores people when he doesn't feel like giving an answer. Why on earth did he say something that mean to her? Still, it's crazy that she actually tried buying him gifts just to get help during such an intense exam week. As I slowly position his face, up close my brain completely short-circuits. His jawline and face without that eyeglass is totally out of this world. But there’s a silver ring piercing his bottom lip. Another small silver bar through his eyebrow. And three studs lining his earlobe. That's surprising, how did I miss all these details before? Could it be that he's under so much pressure from final exams and is going through a temporary rebellious phase… got pierced, and started snapping at people? “Hold still,” I murmur softly, my heart hammering against my ribs as I gently press the wipe to the small cut on his cheek, then carefully apply the pink bandage. He stays completely still, his eyes locked on mine. He looks totally caught off guard, a sudden, unreadable flash of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Thanks, sweet girl,” he finally says. His voice is a low, raspy drawl, way deeper and rougher than his usual polite tone…but I’m too flustered at the remark to really question it. He turns back to the duffel bag, zipping it up. I swallow hard, trying to build up the courage. I can't let him leave without saying it, I probably won't have this chance again. “Uhm... what would you be doing this holiday?” I ask after taking a deep courageous breath. He pauses, his hand freezing on the zipper. Slowly, he turns his head back to look at me, a slow, wicked smirk spreading across his lips. He just stares at me for a few seconds, as if evaluating my question and actions, before leaning back against the desk. “Not much,” he murmurs, his tone entirely playful. “Why do you ask?” I take another deep breath, squeezing my eyes shut, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze. The words just pour out of me. “Because... I’ve liked you since our first year. I've always liked you. I know you’re always super busy, but I wanted to know if... if you’d give me a chance over the holidays?” I shamelessly let out my embarrassing lines. The room goes completely dead silent. My heart is beating in my throat as I wait for him to say something. Anything. Shit! That wasn't how I planned to say it, I probably sound so stupid that's why he's quiet…? When I finally open my eyes, he’s looking down at me with a curious, intense expression, his eyes tracing my face before a low, teasing chuckle escapes his lips. He takes slow, deliberate steps toward me, completely crowding my space. “A chance, huh? Yeah. I think I can definitely do that.” My eyes widens. I snap my head up to look at him, desperately searching for a little bit of mockery in his tone, or a sign that he's joking. I can swear my heart is close to popping right out of my chest. I did pray for a positive response... but this still doesn't feel real.RhysI lean back against the hood of my car, tapping my fingers rhythmically against the cold metal as I check my phone. The dim yellow light of the streetlamp overhead casts long shadows across the empty driveway. Something about the sharp, dangerous fire in Jami’s eyes when she dragged me out of that restaurant told me the night wasn't over yet. Her family is a very specific, toxic brand of crazy, how the hell is a quiet girl like her coping with such level madness? From Cole to his sister, nobody is normal.Tsk! Sure enough, about twenty minutes later, the front door of the mansion flies wide open, slamming back against the interior wall. Jami comes storming out into the freezing night air, dragging a massive, overstuffed suitcase right behind her. Her dark hair is a totally messy halo around her face, her chest heaving up and down under her jacket, and her jaw is set in pure, stubborn determination. Behind her in the brightly lit doorway, her mother is standing on the porch
Jami The car ride back to the house is a total pressure cooker. Nobody says a single word. Vanessa sits in the back seat staring out the window, scrolling through her phone, while the heavy silence fills every square inch of the vehicle. My chest still burns with the residual adrenaline from the restaurant as I look down at my hands before turning to look at Reid, “Hey, could you wait for me?” “Yeah, that's totally fine.” The front door clicks shut behind us, locking us inside. The silence snaps instantly. Vanessa kicks her high heels off across the polished hardwood floor, letting them slam loudly against the baseboard before she turns around. Her eyes narrow, and her lips twist into this incredibly toxic, nasty smirk. "Oh my god, he is absolutely stunning," Vanessa scoffs, flinging her designer bag onto the glass console table with a loud thud. She stands there, crossing her arms over her chest, looking me up and down like I’m an absolute joke. "I told you he w
JamiI stare down at the little puddle of condensation forming at the base of my water glass, tracing the rim with a shaking finger. The restaurant around us is loud—but at our table, the air feels so thick I can barely swallow. "Vanessa, why the hell are you saying so much trash in front of Reid?” I throw her a piercing glare.“Well, you didn't tell me you were hiding so much from your ‘boyfriend’” She slurs and damn it, my ears instantly ring with a painful, suffocating heat. I drop my hands to my lap, my fingernails digging straight through the fabric of my dress and biting hard into my palms. I can see the sharp, victorious tilt of Vanessa’s chin out of the corner of my eye. She picks up her wine glass, her long, French-tipped nails tapping against the glass. Every single time our childhood friends visited the house, they'd make sure to completely avoid me just to go play with Vanessa. It was the exact same thing when Dad handed Vanessa the keys to a brand-new car right at the
RhysI lean back against the dark leather booth, twirling a heavy silver fork between my fingers. Jami thinks I’m her gentle library nerd, and I just never countered her misunderstanding. The hostess leads them toward my table, and my eyes pin straight to Jami. She looks incredibly fine in a dark dress that holds onto her curves in all the right places. But right behind her is a girl I'm sure I've seen a few times.If she's her sister, then she is probably always around the club with Cole’s teammates.A wide smile spreads across her face, what's her name again?Vanessa Anderson?The moment her eyes lock on my face, she stops dead in her tracks. Her jaw drops open, her eyes darting from my face to the expensive watch on my wrist. Shit! She recognizes the campus playboy captain instantly. I watch the panic flash across her face, followed by a sharp, calculating gleam. A wicked smirk creeps onto my lips. *Game on, then.*"Hey," Jami murmurs softly, sliding into the booth across from me
JamiThree days. Three whole days of sitting in this stupid room, staring at the ceiling, and listening to the muffled sounds of my family living their lives downstairs. It feels like a lifetime. Evelyn is completely serious about this grounding thing. She took away my car keys, my freedom, and my phone. The house feels like a high-security prison, and the isolation is driving me entirely insane. Every time I hear footsteps in the hallway, my stomach does a nervous flip, hoping maybe my dad came back from his business trip early to bail me out. But it's always just Cole thudding around or Evelyn screaming at the maid. I feel totally trapped in my own skin. The worst part is the silence from Reid. I have no way to text him, no way to explain why I vanished into thin air after my brother dragged me out of his passenger seat. He probably thinks I'm some drama-magnet freak who isn't worth the trouble. The memory of that kiss on the hood of his car is the only thing keeping me from los
JamiThe front door flies open, and Cole violently shoves me into the foyer. I stumble over my own feet, my shoulder slamming hard against the drywall. A sharp ache shoots down my arm, but I don't even get a second to rub it before the hallway light blurs my eyes.Standing right there at the bottom of the stairs, with her arms crossed tightly over her designer blouse, is my stepmother, Evelyn. Her face is twisted into pure disgust."Look what the cat dragged in," Cole pants, rubbing his knuckles like he just did some heavy lifting. "Found her at that trashy club downtown, getting out of some rich guy's sports car. She was wrapped all over him."Evelyn takes a slow, menacing step toward me. Her eyes scan my outfit, her lips curling up. "A sports car? At a nightclub? Are you completely out of your mind, Jami? You told me you were at the library finishing up your end-of-term papers. Instead, you're out there acting like a cheap girl, embarrassing this family with some dangerous boy.""He







