Savage Vicious Heir: Part One : A dark high school bully romance by Caitlyn Dare

Author:Caitlyn Dare [Dare, Caitlyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-12-27T16:00:00+00:00

19

ABIGAIL

“Psst,” a voice says from beside me.

I glance up from the curtain of hair shielding me from my desk mate and frown.

“Can I borrow a pen? Mine’s decided to dry up.”

My frown deepens as I try to place him. He’s obviously in my class but I don’t recognise him, not that I’ve been paying much attention since classes started back after the Easter Break.

Everything kind of blurs into one lately. The teachers’ voices, the constant din of chatter in the hall as I move like a ghost from class to class, the sea of faceless people around me.

I’m barely going through the motions so it’s hardly any surprise I can’t place the boy currently staring at me with a mix of expectation and mild curiosity.

“So can I?” he whispers with a conspiratorial smirk, and my brows knit tighter. “A pen?”

“Oh, yeah, here you go.” Fishing a pen out of my pencil case, I hand it to him.

“Thanks, I’m Ethan.”

“Abigail,” I murmur, trying to focus on the presentation.

“I know,” he replies.

I cast him a furtive glance, a trickle of apprehension going through. But he adds, “I was sorry to hear about your dad.”

“I… Thanks.”

A fresh wave of grief rises up inside me, but I tamp it down with the breathing exercises I’ve been trying to implement.

My default setting of late seems to be to panic in the face of my overwhelming and tumultuous emotions. Like they’re too big for my body. Too powerful to contain.

I used to do that a lot right after the accident. The memories of screeching tyres and metal crunching and rubber burning would hit me out of nowhere and I would become completely and utterly paralysed. My therapist back then taught me all kinds of breathing exercises. Exercises I haven’t done in a long time.

They help a little but a different beast prowls under my skin now. One that requires more than just a few slow inhales and exhales.

“If you ever need to talk…”

I blink over at Ethan, certain I must have misheard him because students at All Hallows’ have no interest in being my friend. “Excuse me?”

“It can help to talk,” he says as if it’s nothing. As if this isn’t the strangest conversation I’ve ever had.

“You don’t even know me.”

“Abi,” he lets out a soft laugh, “we’ve been in this class for almost two years. You’re one of the smartest people here.”

“I—”

I really don’t know what to say to that. So I gawk at him, confused by the whole interaction.

Ethan flashes me a playful smile, one I’m sure I would recognise if it had been aimed in my direction before.

He’s cute. With dark blond hair and blue eyes that exude that classic boy next door charm. And he doesn’t look at me like I’m the weird, scarred girl with the tragic past.

So it must be pity then.

He heard about my father, and he wanted to take pity on the sad lost girl in class.

My stomach sinks and I suddenly want to throw my belongings back into my satchel and run from the room.

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