The gloomy, cloudy air coats my skin with a sheen of stickiness. My vision is still blurry even after I blink several times. I gasp for air, choking and spluttering saliva. That familiar dizziness lures me into its clutches. My chest constricts with the pent up energy. Water fills my mouth, my nose, and my ears. “It’s drama and we should always take part in drama -” “That’s what I’ve been telling him,” Astor says. “Hey, King.” Knight runs towards us, his brows drawn together. The thing about intuition? It’s always right. “Ooh,” Astor tiptoes to look through the window. It’s coming straight for the school’s back entrance. The sound of an ambulance cuts through the air. I made it clear that she’s to stay the fuck away from him. It wasn’t a coincidence when I met her again.Īnd it’s not a coincidence that she disappeared now. I want to chuck it up to coincidence, but there’s no such thing as a coincidence.Ĭoincidence is an excuse weak people use when reality hits them in the face. Everyone in the school knows your father was here, but you don’t? What the fuck, seriously?”

“Right! Was Jonathan meeting the principal for the Premier League’s scouts? Put a word for me, eh?” Now, where was I? Why did I come to your grumpy arse again…?” He snaps his fingers. “I thought I lost you for a moment there. “Aaaand there’s my mate.” He grins at me. He winks at one and motions for the other to call him. If I weren’t so preoccupied, I would’ve sent him a photo just to watch Astor’s reaction.ĭespite his appearance, the girls passing us by bat their eyelashes at him. If the great earl Astor sees him this way, he’ll probably lock him up and teach him manners all over again. His uniform is tucked all wrong and there’s still some shampoo in his damp hair like he couldn’t bother to rinse properly. “Yo, King!” Astor crashes into me from behind and wraps an arm around my shoulder. I wish Elsa’s fucking phone isn’t turned off. I wish there’s some positive before the negative.

I usually put the negative before the positive because the positive fucks you up.īut at the moment, I wish there’s an exception to my perception. I stop outside the locker room and try again. She won’t admit it, but she’s always conscious about not answering if either of her guardians calls her. I get lost in my head more often than not, and they know better than to barge between me and my own mind.īesides, they spent almost two decades with me, they should be used to it by now. Nash calls my name, but I zone him and everyone else out.

Intuition can predict that you’ll lose the battle before it starts.Īs soon as the coach’s usual pep talk ends, I grab my messenger bag and stride out of the locker room without speaking to anyone. It’s like turbulent energy slamming into a hard object.

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