"Two damaged souls who fell in love at a school meant for fucked up rich kids."
Bryce Weston is an uptight seventeen year old who used to have it all. After getting an expulsion from school she's landed at Welton Academy a place for second chances...
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A PANIC TOOK my heart as I put one foot over the ledge. I couldn't-
I-
"Bryce?" A shocked voice shouted behind me making me open my eyes and stumble before they pulled me into then.
I grunted, my entire body shaking as I pulled into their chest. They guided me to sit on the ground with them putting their light brown coat over me.
"Bryce are you okay?" I swallowed looking up at Reuben who was a little paler. I could only imagine my expression.
"I don't know." I whispered intertwining my hands and shuddering. Looking behind me I felt as if a bulldozer had knocked me. I had nearly jumped.
If it wasn't for Reuben I wouldn't be here. I would not be here.
He put a hand on my shoulder making me match his light green-brown eyes. "Hey, you can talk to me Bryce. Anytime." Reuben prompted.
I don't know what happened but I burst into tears using my hands to shield my face as I cried. "You saved me." I choked. Reuben pulled me into a hug so my face was pressed against his chest. "I could have-"
"Shhh." He rubbed his hand up and down my back. "But you didn't Bryce. You didn't."
I shook my head sobbing harder. "It isn't that Reuben- I depended on someone else to save me." I gasped the reality hitting. "I could not save myself Reuben. It was only because of you I'm breathing. I can't save myself." My voice rose in anger as I fisted my hands at me. "I couldn't save myself..." My words broke into shattered glass. I could have swore it made him wince.
"Don't think about that Bryce. You're alive because you wanted to. Do not think about the past anymore. After... that you should look only at your future. Don't look back anymore because right now you'd only look at your weakness not your strength. Not yet anyway." He murmured as I hugged him tightly. I would never have thought that Reuben Harlow would be the one to give me the best, warmest hugs in my life. Because if hugs could make you forget then I was drunk on his comfort.
"I don't know who I am becoming Reuben. I don't know anymore. I- I punched Emery today. I p-p-punched her when I hate when men raise a hand on women. Yet I h-hit her." I choked my hands trembling. I was disgusted by them. By me.
"She would have deserved it Bryce. I know you wouldn't do it for no reason." He pulled back with a sad grimace.
Glancing at the floor for a long time and then sighing he spoke again, "I came here because I punched my teacher to the point of damaging his face and making it hard for him to breathe." His whole body shuddered and it was my turn to embrace him.
I held him tightly against me resting my cheek on his head. I would never have guessed someone as peaceful and sophisticated as Reuben would be the one for violence. But I did not judge him for it. Because he too would have done it for a reason.
