Consequence by G. Bailey & Scarlett Snow

Author:G. Bailey & Scarlett Snow [Bailey, G. & Snow, Scarlett]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Holly Oak Academy: Year One
Publisher: G. Bailey & Scarlett Snow
Published: 2019-10-26T16:00:00+00:00

I knock three times on Anne’s door, juggling a chocolate cake in one hand, and a bottle of lemonade in the other. It’s not just any lemonade. It’s the posh handmade stuff that Anne loves. As she can’t drink alcohol, I thought it would be a better drink for us to share on a Saturday night as we watch a movie.

I just pray she isn’t going to choose P.S. I Love You for the one-hundredth time. That film always makes my cold heart cry and she loves it.

I don’t expect Lucas Georgian to answer Anne’s door. But there he is, messy brown hair looking softer than ever, his eyes playfully looking right back at mine. He has a blue sweater on, overworn jeans and I look down to see black Converse shoes. His clothes don’t scream money to me. If anything, they just feel casual.

And it suits him.

He looks like the boy next door that your mother told you not to play with. Or in my case, fuck around with.

“Quick, come inside,” he tells me, holding the door wide open.

Surprised by his appearance, I walk in and he shuts the door quickly behind.

“What are you doing in here?” I question Lucas, and he grins, taking the chocolate cake off me.

“Anne said you guys are having a movie night. I wanted to join.” He rests his hand on my upper arm. That thing happens again, the shiver of a feeling that makes me want to ask him to keep touching me and I hate myself for it. Lucas is a no-no. Super nope. I have to stop thinking about him and what he looks like minus his nice clothes.

I’m sure there is muscle, so much mu—

An amused voice cuts right into my imagination. “Regan, you alright?”

“Yeah.” I clear my throat and pray my cheeks aren’t red as I pull my gaze from Lucas and look around Anne’s bedroom. She’s always loved the colour yellow and this room is a portrayal of that. She has mustard bedsheets covered in daisies and a light yellow four-seater couch that faces a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. Anne’s room is much bigger than mine, and she knows I’m a little jealous. One important bit of detail that doesn’t escape my notice is that Anne isn’t here, and if Lucas is alone in her room, I want to know why.

“Well, alright then. Where is Anne?” I ask, placing my free hand on my hip.

“In the bathroom. She just threw up. She isn’t feeling great today,” he admits and it makes my heart sink. Any thoughts of Lucas fly out of the window the second I’m reminded of Anne and how sick she truly is. Some moments I just forget, or in my utter foolishness, I pretend that somehow she’s going to be cured. But then reality comes back to hit me in the face.

“Any results from the scans yet?” I quietly ask, wondering, hoping they’ve come back with something positive. I know they should have the results by now and Anne has ignored any of my texts about it since yesterday.

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