Axton by Sam Crescent

Author:Sam Crescent
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: crime, suspense, contemporary, dark, bbw, rubenesque, dark romance, bad boy, lawless
Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Chapter Eight

Ten years ago

“There is no greater person on this earth than you. One day, I hope you see what I see,” Carla said. “Is that it?”

“What?” Taylor asked. “It’s sweet.”

“It’s getting kind of creepy if you ask me.”

“What’s getting kind of creepy, ladies?” Paul asked, moving up behind them, placing his arm across both of their shoulders.

Carla rolled her eyes and handed the single note to Paul. “This.”

He read it over.

“Let’s not forget the single rose either. It’s always a different color.”

“No, it’s not. It’s never the same color one after the other,” Taylor said.

“You have an admirer?” Paul asked.

“Not me, silly,” Carla said. “Taylor. She’s been getting these weird letters and roses for some time.”

“You have? How come I’ve only just heard about it?”

Taylor chuckled as Carla hit him on the arm. “I’ve told you so many times about them. This is the thing with men. They don’t listen.”

“Hey, I listen all the time,” Paul said.

Taylor rolled her eyes. “I’d ignore her. She hates all guys at the moment. Don’t know why though. Have you got a secret admirer you’re not telling us about?”

Carla shook her head. “It’s nothing, okay? Nothing at all. Men and boys—because that’s what they are most of the time, right? Boys—are just childish and immature, and I don’t like them. It’s as simple as that.”

“And you’re not sounding immature right now?”

“I have a right to sound immature and a right to be a little jealous.” Carla pulled Taylor against her chest. “Aren’t you curious in the slightest who they’re coming from?”

At first, she’d thought it was a prank. She’d tossed out the rose but kept the letter, keeping it in a safe box to read whenever she felt like it. Then, when no one made a big deal about it, she’d kept the rose in a slim vase until it died. She loved the flowers so much, and her mother hated roses so they weren’t even allowed in the garden.

“I don’t know. What if it’s someone I don’t like? Or don’t know?” Taylor asked.

“What if it’s the janitor?” Paul said.

Taylor burst out laughing. “Yeah, that would be creepy. I don’t know. I like the roses, and the letters are always really sweet. I’m not freaked out yet. I imagine that will come much later.”

“I’ve got to head to geography. Catch you at lunch,” Carla said.

“Yep.”

“That’s my cue to go as well. See you at lunch,” Paul said.

She walked down the long corridor going toward math. It was the only class where she didn’t have either Paul or Carla. Inhaling the sweet scent of her rose, she hummed to herself all the way to class. She was the first to arrive, so she took a seat, one from the back. It was her usual chair.

Pulling out her books, she flicked her pencil on the table, looking out across the field. The track was closed as they’d had a huge rainfall, which had made the grass way too slippery and a hazard.

“Nice rose.”

She frowned, looking up to see Axton pass.

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