The first day of school was like most days for Kalyn. She had woken up early, showered, fixed her hair, put on her uniform, applied perfume and make up, and walked to class. This year was slightly different, though. This year she was a senior and could tell by the looks from the underclassmen, boys and girls alike, that she was going to be queen bee of the school. Not that this surprised her, she had been working towards this title for three years now and eager to accept her crown.
Stepping into her English class that morning, she looked around the familiar surroundings. Bench desks lined the stadium style classroom, text books and students already lying on the tables in a vegetative state of boredom. But something made Kalyn stop in her tracks that morning. Sitting in the upper corner of the room was Tennille’s new roommate, Laila. Kalyn hated to admit it, but the girl was cute. She had that natural blonde hair with just a hint of red, perfect skin and hot body. At least Kalyn had bigger boobs. She smiled to herself as she glanced down at her cleavage. Her black lace bra was just barely visible beneath the white button-up shirt of her uniform. Her navy blue skirt had been hemmed inches above the designated length and her black patent leather heels were new and shamelessly high. No, nothing was going to ruin her day, especially some prissy bitch from California.
She felt something brush by her shoulder and looked up to see Sterling Pierce walking by.
“Sterling!” Kalyn exclaimed as if she hadn’t seen him in years.
“Hey, Kalyn.” Sterling’s gorgeous eyes looked her up and down before meeting hers with an unhidden look of annoyance. So many times she had stared into his eyes. The dark blue one had always been her favorite, but the green one was almost as nice. She missed the way he used to look at her. He used to look at her with love and excitement, but that was a long time ago and they had both moved on. At least, they made it seem as if they had moved on. Kalyn still harbored feelings for him and she was pretty sure Sterling could be convinced to feel the same with a little persuasion.
“You look great, as usual,” she smiled at him.
“You look like you missed a few buttons on your shirt,” was all he said before turning his head and searching for a vacant seat.
“Why don’t you sit with me?” Kalyn asked, putting a hand on his arm. “It will be just like old times.”
But Sterling shrugged her hand away and glared at her. “Kalyn, it will never be like old times. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve already found a seat.”
Kalyn’s lips pulled tight and her brow furrowed as she watched him walk up the stairs, straight toward Laila. The new girl raised her head as she saw him moving her way, a smile growing on her face as he neared. Ever the gentleman, Sterling pointed to the chair next to her and asked to sit down. Kalyn glared at her as the blonde blushed and nodded, encouraging him to take the seat. Sterling sat next to her and put his bag on the table, leaning in to her as he did so. The blood boiled in Kalyn’s veins when she saw him brush Laila’s hair from her face and plant a gentle kiss on her cheek.
“Fucking prissy bitch,” Kalyn muttered under her breath as she turned on her heels and walked to the other side of the classroom. Tasha had saved her a seat and Kalyn threw her books on the floor, slamming herself into the chair and swearing under the breath.
“What’s with you today?”
Kalyn looked at Tasha. Her hair was a mousy brown, straight and thin as silk but closer to the texture of hay. Her cheeks were constantly pink and her nose was too small for her face. But her family had more money than the Queen of England the girls had grown up together in Vermont. Tasha was the closest thing Kalyn had to a best friend.
“It’s that new girl, Laila. She’s already getting on my nerves.”
“Still her? Get over it, Kalyn. You’ve only got a year with her.” Tasha had learned to cut through Kalyn’s bullshit years ago and on most days, Kalyn appreciated it. But not today. Today Kalyn was feeling spiteful.
“I know. Julian just really pissed me off last night and I haven’t gotten my period.”
“You need me to take you to the clinic?” Tasha asked without batting an eye or bothering to lower her voice.
“No. I’m just PMS-ing.”
Tasha rolled her eyes. “What did Julian do, anyway?”
“I caught him in bed with some sophomore. He didn’t even bother pulling out as he casually asked me to come back later.”
“Look, Kalyn, I’m only going to say this once this year because you heard it enough last year. You two aren’t engaged yet. He’s clearly enjoying his freedom and you should be enjoying yours. Why do you even care what he does?”
“Tasha, I’m supposed to marry the guy,” Kalyn reminded her friend. “He should want me and only me.”
“Clearly whatever you’re doing is working wonders. Why don’t you focus your attention on something, or someone, who you actually want?”
Kalyn sighed. Tasha was right, she needed to focus on what she wanted. Fuck Julian and their so-called betrothment. She had no obligations to him until they graduated and wasn’t going to let him rule the last year of her single life. Her eyes focused across the room as the teacher called the class to attention. Sterling was watching Laila as she opened her book and pushed it between them so they could share. Kalyn stared at him until he felt her eyes on his face. He glanced up and their eyes met, Kalyn smiling as innocently as she could manage. But Sterling frowned and shook his head, returning his attention to the text book.
Kalyn was determined now. She would get him to love her again. He couldn’t deny how amazing they had been together, couldn’t take back the words he said when he promised to love her forever, couldn’t pretend he didn’t want her anymore. He was a guy, after all, and half of their brains resided below their belt lines.
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