"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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TODAY WAS THE second match.
I had gathered my team high and low for this. This exact moment.
I glance down at Trinity and Riley in the pool and check upon if they have everything they need.
Assurance granted I walked along the space of the pale asphalt flooring surrounding the pool and try to conceal the dread building up in me.
Ever since I woke up today in my room I could not push away this feeling. This weight that felt pushed against my chest. I wanted to cry when I woke up but I was foreign to tears. They just would not come. And yet I felt like screaming and shouting but for what I did not know.
I had not gotten any serious or major texts from home so I supposed they were alright. I did not text them hoping to not arouse any worry to my mother seemingly as she was wrapped up in her wedding preparations.
Perhaps it did not help either that I kept on overthinking everything. When Sersha did not hear me this morning I got into a panic fit and thought I had done something wrong or that she had chosen to leave me. I had asked her and she told me there was nothing wrong between us and she probably did not hear. I had agreed and let it wave off as she smiled and told me to calm my worries for I was stuck with her.
I even double tapped and checked into the blackmailers messages but no replies or anything.
So what as this feeling?
"...Bryce?"
"Bryce!" I snapped up startled as Riley shouted at me.
"Yes?"
"Can you get my goggles from the girls changing room please? I left them." She apologetically smiled and I quickly ran there.
The locker room felt immensely cold and my skin trailed with goosebumps as I walked through the lockers trying to navigate Riley's.
"Fuck where is it?" I hissed at myself trialing my fingers over the navy metal of them. I squinted my eyes reading them one by one until I barged into Riley's and took out her pair of black goggles.
As I took a step back the world spinner under my feet and my head felt weird as if it was falling from side to side. I braced a hand on the locker and shut my eyes out but that only made things worse as the stench of chlorine infiltrated my senses like a cold punch.
I gagged rushing for the bathroom and nearly flailing to the floor as I emptied my guts in the toilet.
Tears welled my eyes from the force as I coughed but stomach lurching and a thrum hitting the side of my head.
What was going on with me? I snapped at myself trying to control my body. I had to stop this and go back.
