Reaching out for one of my suitcases my uncle swats my hand away, “Don’t worry about those, Evanora,” he says before yelling over to one of the students in a small group to the right, “Hey Silas, Come here a sec, will you?”
The sound that came from Morgan sounded like halfway between a groan and a sigh as Silas made his way over to us. Clearly there was something she wanted to say but bit her tongue as he made his way over to us.
“Come on, Evie. Before he comes over here,” she said rolling her eyes, tugging me away from my uncle.
“What’s wrong with Silas?” I ask, seeing her obvious frustration.
“Oh, nothing! He’s great, just awesome. He’s also, like… superhot and he knows it. I don’t really want him to meet you like this though, or see me like this for that matter,” she says grunting.
“Oh, Morgan. Stop! You look great,” I say, trying to reassure my cousin. Her words were enough to solidify that she definitely had a crush on Silas. =
“Not Silas level good, Evie. Seriously,” she whines as she starts trying to flatten down her hair.
“Hey Morgan! Don’t worry about the suitcases, I’ll get them for you ladies,” his deep voice interrupts our conversation. Before I could say anything my mouth instantly closed as I was staring up at this god-like man.
His gorgeous green eyes stared down at us, with his curly brown hair springing perfectly in small ringlets around his face against his alabaster skin. His smile was wide, and very inviting. He was over 6 feet tall, which felt especially daunting next to my 5-foot 5 frame. His muscles strained against his grey t-shirt, but it all fit him so perfectly. He reached his hand around the suitcase handle that I was holding, realizing that I had a near death grip on it before he took it away.
“Hey there, Little Red. Got a name?” He said, flashing me a big smile.
“I’m Evie,” I say lightly, realizing that I’m starting to sway back and forth now that I don't have my hand against something.
“Hmm, I like Little Red better,” he huffs, “You don’t look so good.”
My brow furrows from his words, and I know it's true. The thought of my appearance had my stomach turning in knots, probably from the nausea I’ve been feeling since I’ve arrived. Something about this Prep school gave me a bad feeling.
"I can carry you, if you want," he says, holding out his hands for me.
“Um? What? No- no-thanks, I can walk- “I start before he cuts me off.
“Oh, come on. I know when a girl isn't okay, when I see one,” he says, as he holds out his arms again. Staring up at his smiling face, I can’t help but feel a sense of happiness when he’s around, which is a nice contrast to earlier with the Mystery Man. “It’s a long three flights of stairs ahead if you don’t let me.”
I cock my head, trying to get a look at the stairs. He was right, the stairs looked like a big task for the way I was feeling right now, and I sure as hell didn’t want to walk up them.
“Pretty sure it’s going to take you longer if you’re carrying me,” I say, but he just chuckles.“Yeah right. You’re so little, I won’t even notice. Come on,” he says reaching for my hand. In a quick second, I'm swooped up in his arms and he's carrying me bridal style. I wrap my hands around his neck as he starts moving. He reaches down to pick up my suitcases, and I can't believe how strong he is. My nostrils were instantly infiltrated by his scent, which reminded me of a campfire, bringing instant comfort.
“Ready, Red?”
“Not really, but here we go!” I say, regretting my decision as he starts moving. My hands tightened around his neck, as I tried to ignore the oncoming pass of nausea that flooded my system. I could feel the way his muscles were moving underneath my body, even through my clothes. Morgan was following quickly behind us, holding the third suitcase.
Her eyes were basically bulging out of their head at the sight of me in Silas’s arms , until we reach the top and turn a hall towards a series of doors. He was right about me not slowing him down as he barrelled up the stairs with ease.
Before we can go a step further four huge guys stop us in our tracks.
All four guys looked dark and broody, but my eyes were only drawn to one. He doesn’t even acknowledge Morgan or my presence as they walk past us, but his shoulder brushes against my hair causing sparks to shoot down my body. I know for a fact that he did that on purpose, even with me being in Silas's arms, which made me even more annoyed. Instead of walking towards our room, Morgan and Silas just waited for them to exit the hallway as if they had a forcefield around them.
Morgan and Silas exchanged glances at eachother and rolled their eyes.
Once they are finally gone, and the awkwardness has subsided we begin to walk past all the decorated doors and stop outside one that is the most adorned out of all of them.
“Can you please let my Cinderalla down now?” Morgan says, almost as if she was jealous. She had a smile on her face, but I know a jealous girl when I see one.
“Of course,” Silas says, sweetly before setting me down in front of the door.
“Thanks for doing that,” I say, giving Silas a big smile. The one I usually use to fake it around people, except this time, I mean it.
“It’s no problem, Red,” he says with a smile.
“Home sweet home!” Morgan chimes as she pushes open the door and we step into the room I plan on living in for the next year.
It may be "Home", but I'm not sure exactly how sweet it was going to be.
I slowly entered my new home, and gasped when I took a look around. Morgan clearly already knew that we would be sharing, as I noticed that my side of the room was already lightly decorated with plants and books. Morgan and I haven’t always been close cousins, but we did spend a fair share of time together growing up, so she knew of my interests when I was a kid which seemed to work out. She even went as far to get me moon colored bedsheets which were light shades of dark purples, blues and whites.“I remembered you we’re obsessed with things like this as a kid,” she says, almost shyly, “I hope it’s okay.”“I absolutely love it, and I appreciate the fact that you tried to make it feel like home as soon as I got here,” I say, flashing her a genuine smile. I seemed to be feeling okay since being surrounded by these new faces, and it felt good.“Do you ladies need anything before I head back downstai
“Let me help you! Why don’t you go take a shower and get into some comfies?” Morgan says, gleefully as she springs around the room. For someone who’s close to my age, she sure was hyper.“Actually, a shower sounds like the best thing I’ve ever heard of right now,” I say thinking about the chill I’ve had ever since I walked into this school. Morgan playfully shoos me into the bathroom connected to our room, and I can’t help but feel a little relieved at the solitude.Once alone in the confines of the bathroom, I strip off what feels like a thousand layers of thick clothing. On one side there’s a huge shower/tub combo which begged to be used. It looked very luxurious for a castle, but I wasn’t going to complain. I walked over to the vanity on the other side of the room and stared at my reflection in the mirror.Although my light blue eyes were a little bloodshot, which was probably from the je
The way he said my name sends goosebumps raising across my skin. His voice wasn’t pleasant sounding at all, and all I wanted to do was run away from these two who were clearly looking to cause trouble for me.“Umm, how do you know my name?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at the two brooding men who look between each other and laugh, as if I'd just told the worlds best joke. Their eyes were dark and menacing, making the knot in my stomach wrap tighter around itself.“Everyone at Windamere knows that you’re the new girl around here. No one new ever comes here without being noticed,” he says as he takes another step closer to me. He takes in a big breathe, almost as if he were sniffing me just like Jace had done earlier.“Well, since we’re here why don’t you tell me what you’re doing out of bed?” he says, folding his arms across his chest and raising an eyebrow as if he was a concerned parent. The s
Briar and Liam both move closer to me, and that’s when their plan hits me. My body realized I was in danger, before my mind, as the lump in my throat begins to build. My adrenaline kicks into high gear as I try and make it up the stairs past them. Unfortunately, I wasn’t fast enough or big enough, and Briar grabs my wrist before I even make it up a step.“Let me go!” I scream louder then I thought, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. He’s so strong that I can barely get any leverage against him. I turn my head back to him and sink my teeth deep into his arm triyng to get him to let go. Although I could see the blood forming, he doesn’t let me go and instead just tightens his grip on me causing me to let out a whimper. This is not good. There’s no way I can go outside in the cold. He pulls me closer to him, so that I’m wiggling against his chest. I give as much fight as my tiny frame can handle, but it's no use against him. He sta
Both boys nod, but don’t wait for another second before sprinting off down one of the hallways in the opposite direction, leaving Jace and I alone in the empty school foyer. Jace turns his attention back to me but doesn’t say anything as his eyes scan my body. His eyes are so intense as they trail over every inch, making goosebumps flash across my skin.“Nice jammies,” he says rubbing the hem of my pj shirt between his fingers. I let out a small chuckle but could feel my already rosy cheeks redden even more from his words.“Don’t you hate it when that happens? Getting caught in the hallway in your pjs?" I say, trying to make light of the situation, and getting caught in this awkward situation, “Do you always rescue girls in the hallway?”“Only girls who don’t take my advice and stay in their rooms,” he says smirking down at me. I look away from his face, unable to meet his eyes. There’s some
Have you ever felt a pain that consumed your entire being? A pain that latched onto your heart and felt as if it shattered it into a million pieces? A pain that you try to shove down deep, but in the end, you weep until your eyes run dry and there should be nothing left inside of you? And yet, you somehow come out unscathed. You’re still alive to see another day, to sleep, to eat and to live.The pain I am referring to is a pain like no other.The pain of losing your parents.My entire world came crashing down around me when I heard about my parents’ brutal car accident. It’s been three months, and I’ve been living a walking nightmare ever since. Day after day, week after week, wondering what I did to deserve such a harsh punishment.I’ve learned that showing how much pain I’m in is useless. Everyone else moves on, leaving me behind in the darkness. No one wants to hang out with the “sad” girl who lost her p
I couldn’t help but eagerly nod and follow as she walked past the vast tapestries into what looked like common room. We passed many students on the way in, staring at me. I could feel a harsh blush form across my pale cheeks, as I met each set of eyes. Something about the looks they were giving me set me on edge, but I tried to shake it off as I followed closely behind Morgan.“Don’t worry about them, they’re just curious about you. You’re the new girl, after all,” Morgan said, as if reading my thoughts.“What happens if the new girl doesn’t want to be checked out?” I mumble out loud, trying to duck my head so I wouldn’t have to see the staring eyes. I was never someone who wanted to be the centre of attention, but I guess that’s what I get since I’m so shiny and new here.The common room is exactly what it sounded like. There was only one photo on the walls, and it was a portrait of a man h
“I should go,” I said after a few seconds of awkwardness, wanting to be anywhere else but here in this moment. “Yeah, you should. The front door is that way,” he said, pointing through to the common room where I had come from. My eyes immediately rose to meet his face. His response was quite rude and unexpected, and I couldn’t help but feel offended that he just told me to leave. Who does this guy think he is?I was getting angrier by the second being in the presence of this guy, especially when his response was to just shrug his shoulders after a comment like that. “As long as you leave and never come back, it doesn’t really matter to me." My anger was building as each word left this guy’s mouth, burning away any amount of sadness or anxiety that floated throughout me. Anger wasn’t an emotion that I had felt since my parents deaths, but this guy made my blood boil in the first five minutes of meeting him. “Who the hell do you think you are? Wh