Leia Roschèr had been waiting for this field trip ever since she had heard about it at the beginning of the year at her high school. The sophomore-senior Washington D.C. trip has been the only thing on Leia's mind. The museums, the memorials, the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. She couldn't be more excited about anything else. Leia was known to most of the school in one of the worst ways possible, ever since her reputation had plummeted. The reputation she had gained all thanks to the number one most hated person on her list: Senior boy, Zachary Bentley Turploy. The worst person ever known to exist in her life. Zach, the hockey star team captain and self-made billionaire, was known to always tease Leia; mocking her, pranking her, and intentionally misplacing her things. The whole campus knew of their rivalry. The moment they arrived at their hotel for the trip, Leia realized that what once was her dream has just as easily become her worst nightmare. And Zachary Turploy had just been cast to Star as the main character.
View MoreI walked out of class, relieved that pre-calculus was finally over. Despite my efforts to pass the class, I still despised it. It was just one of the useless things that we wasted our time learning about. I mean, when were we ever going to use Pi on a daily basis?
I walked over to my locker, twisted the combination into the lock, and popped the door open. Inside was an array of books, folders, papers, and a small calendar, all neatly organized into their little spots. A small round mirror hung on the inside of the door, revealing my head of dusty-blonde hair, tied into two loose braids that rested on my shoulders. My smooth, light skin was slightly flushed, bringing a faint pink tint to my cheeks. I brushed stray strands of hair off my soft-heart shaped face and took a quick glance at my upturned eyes, the blue-green irises darting along with my pupils as I scanned over my own features. I put my calculus book and notepad away, tucking them in between Science and Language Arts, and replaced them with my history materials. I shut my locker, which revealed a 6'4" figure that stood right behind it. "Shit!" I gasped, nearly jumping out of my skin and dropping all of my things. The figure chuckled. Leaning against the lockers, a smug smirk dancing across his face was Zachary Bentley Turploy. "What's wrong, Tiger?" He taunted, his accent dripping with sarcasm. Zach, despite having been transferred from the U.K almost six years ago, still held his stupid English accent. I, however, was still convinced he was forcing it. "I got jumpscared by a talking rat," I retaliated, and a glare quickly clouded over my face. "You going on that little nerd trip this week?" He asked, practically brushing my retort off his shoulder as his expression stayed blank. It made me so fucking mad how he didn't react to anything I would say to make him do so. It made me want to try to hurt him physically. Nothing serious, just a punch to the face or something. Just to hear a wince. Something that would give me some sort of reaction from him. "It's not a 'nerd trip'." He quirked a mocking brow above his electric blue eyes. "Oh really? Because last I checked, going to a state dedicated to history seems like a pretty nerdy trip. Besides, if you're going, it must be just that." I said nothing, at a complete loss for a comeback, and all I could do is glare. It kind of did sound like a trip for nerds, but I would die before ever oraly agreeing to anything this shithead said. My silence only brought a smirk to his lips. "That's what I thought," he said, and a smug grin spread across his soft-tanned face. And with that, he walked away, shoulder-checking me and rubbing the top of my head roughly, sending my hair into disarray. I grumbled, fixing my hair as he walked away with his friend group, snickering and wolf-whistling at other girls as they walked by. They intentionally left the girls blushing and giggling at each other, completely ecstatic that the popular boys had even glanced in their direction. A disgusted look spread over my face. Fucking pricks. I didn't know how the fuck they got popular. I guessed teasing and making fun of others did the trick. Maybe that was why the nicest were always looked over. Whatever. I had bigger problems to deal with than anything else that had to do with that jackass. Five years. For five fucking years, I'd had to deal with that annoying, cocky, egocentric piece of shit and his little clique of friends' trash. I yearned for the day that I would wipe that smug shit-eating grin off his face. He just didn't give a shit about what I, nor what anyone else, thought or said about him. Maybe that's why he was so God damn popular. I groaned in frustration and slammed my locker door shut. The sound seemed to echo throughout the entire school from the impact. I headed over to history class and sat down in my seat next to Haylie, my number one life coach and support. She looked me up and down. Her deep, russet brown eyes seemed to peirce into my soul, finding every secret, every feeling, every single detail and thought. Her little magic trick. It honestly scared the fuck out of me sometimes. "You good?" She asked, and a singular brow rose high on her forehead. I nodded my head. "Yeah, all good. Just Zach being Zach. Again." She narrowed her eyes. "He's such a fucking prick." I repeated my nod and closed my eyes. I was so tired of his shit. "I have him next period. So. Fucking. Fun." She offered a sympathetic smile and rubbed my head in a much more appreciative manner than Zach had. "Maybe he'll leave you alone on the trip." I raised my eyebrows at her. "He has been tormenting me, teasing me, and making fun of me for over five years. Do you really think he's going to stop now?" "You're right," Haylie sighed. She knew full well that there wasn't a single chance that Zach would leave me alone for not even a minute. "I doubt it's gonna be any different now." She then offered a devious smile. "Maybe you'll be put in Jake's group for the trip." I immediately felt the heat creep its way up my cheeks, and turned away. I fought back a smile and the swarms of butterflies that attacked my gut, which brought Haylie to a fit of laughter. Jacob Broder, my boyfriend of two years. Even after two years of us dating, he had always managed to give me the giddiness. His gorgeous hazel eyes never failed to steal my breath from my body. His slight-tanned skin was smooth to the touch. His soft lips gifted me with the sweetest smiles. His honey-blonde hair had the fluffiness of a cloud. Haylie raised a brow and snapped her fingers. "Leiaaa," she sang. I woke from my daydreaming. "Huh? Sorry." I gave a sheepish smile, slightly embarrassed. She shook her head and rolled her eyes sarcastically. "You're ridiculous." We broke out into silent giggles and were shushed by Mr. Lorter. She flipped her strawberry-blonde hair over her shoulder. "So, when's the trip again?" I couldn't help but grin. "We leave early tomorrow morning." I was so excited, I was practically bouncing in my seat. She nodded and pouted slightly. "I wish I could go. My 'rents didn't like the idea of me being five states away without them going with me." I smiled softly. "I wish you would go, too. It'd be nice to have a bus-buddy." Haylie gave me a half-hearted smile. "Yeah. At least Jake's going," she reminded me, clearly trying to focus on the bright side of my fence. I nodded in agreement. "Yeah." With that, we both sat in silence and listened to whatever Mr. Lorter had been saying about World War II. Sitting in silence as the dread of next period crept closer and closer. Too close. Too fast.If you made it this far into Zach and Leia's story, then it is safe to say you have reached the end. I have had so much fun writing this book, and being able to share it with all of you has been such an honor. I am so happy that we finished this together, and I'm so thankful for all of you who got to go with Zach, Leia, and the rest of the BATB family. I would like to add some dedications, as well. To my best friends, Josie and Natalie, you guys supported me through this book and I am forever greatful. I love you both so, so much. My parents, who supported my dreams to work on and finish this book. You two are such important figures in my life, and I am forever thankful for you. And to all of my readers, who kept me going. I love you all so much
I could only stand there as Leia stormed away, in absolute shock as I tried to process what had just happened. Shock that soon developed into frustration. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I looked down at what she had slammed into my chest. A helmet. I traced the design with my finger, creating an invisible outline along the lightning bolt on the side. Shit. This had to have cost a fortune for her. I looked up to where Leia had disappeared, and something snapped within me. Before I knew what I was doing, I threw the helmet onto the couch without a second glance before running out the door and into the freezing cold weather. "Leia!" I called out to her retreating form. All she was wearing was a thin long-sleeve top and a skirt with nothing else to cover her bare legs and arms. She had to be freezing to the bone by now.She turned at the sound of her name, but her expression turned colder than the snow beneath my feet once she saw who had called it. She turned back around and continu
It was now December 18th. It had been one month and twenty days since I had broken up with Jacob. Seven weeks and one day since I'd found out he was cheating on me. Fifty days since Zach had beat him up until he was bloody and bruised. Fourteen weekends since my heart had been ripped out of my chest. For a month I had sat in my room, on my bed. It was where I had stayed most of the time. I'd skipped caroling, the baking tradition I shared with my mom, and even most of my family's Christmas shopping and gift-wrapping, my two favorite things about the holidays. I hadn't spoken to Zach since that night. I'd been too mad. Too hurt. No, not hurt. "Hurt" was too small of a word, almost cute sounding. "Aw, did that hurt?" No. It obliterated, demolished, destroyed me. Demoralized, maybe. But no, it didn't hurt me. It didn't "hurt" me at all. Zach had pretended nothing happened. He never talked about it. In fact, he hadn't talked to me at all. Not a single taunt or tease. No pulling my hai
My focus rotated between my phone and Leia as she paced the room while waiting for her asshole of a boyfriend to pick up the Goddamn phone. I had been this close to saying he had been talking to some chick at the party, just to make the situation worse for him. But, I knew that would've hurt Leia more than she needed to be hurt. The click of the line connecting seemed to echo throughout the room, followed by the disgusting sound of Jake's voice. "Hello?" Leia took a deep breath before speaking. "Hey, Jake," she said. Her tone held no warmth, but it wasn't ice cold either. "How are you?" I don't think Leia realized that her phone was on speaker. Unless she knew and wanted me to hear the exchange between the two of them. "I'm alright, just tired. How're you, baby?" I cringed internally. Baby? Give me a fucking break. He was already cringey enough with his sappy bullshit. The nicknames didn't need to be included in the package. "I'm fine." She kept her tone neutral. It wasn't
I woke up the next morning with the worst headache I had ever felt pounding in my temples like a drilling machine. I groaned and sat up, holding my hand to my head. The last thing I remembered was going to the party last night, Zach talking to me and walking away, and... that was it. No snippets of anything from last night, no fragments, nothing. I looked around my surroundings to make sure I wasn't in some other guy's room. Thankfully, I was in my own room. The one that I shared with... Zach. My eyes widened, and I quickly checked myself under the covers. I was still in my skirt and blouse from last night. The only things removed from my body were my shoes. Zach hadn't touched me. Zach Turploy, who had fucked nearly half of the girls at our school and flirted with the rest, had the perfect opportunity to take me. And he hadn't. I sat up slowly, not wanting my head to literally explode from the pressure of my headache, and swung my legs over the side of my bed. I walked over to m
I shouldn't have snapped like that. It's not Leia's fault, and she didn't know anything. She didn't know my history with that scene in that fucking drawing. I sighed and rubbed my face as I walked down the hall, away from the door that I had walked out of after yelling at Leia. The sound of the slamming impact of the door echoed throughout my head as I made my way to the elevator, replaying not only the sound but the events that had happened before. The guilt made me feel like three tons of lead were sitting in my stomach, and it stuck with me as I pressed the button to send the elevator to the first floor and stepped out into the main lobby. I felt a buzz in my pocket and pulled my phone out to see the notification.Marcus: Yo, there's a party in the pool house rn. Get your ass over here. I heavily sighed as I read the text. I really didn't feel like going out. Especially not after what had just happened with Leia. But maybe I needed a distraction, some action, fun. And Marcus
Zach looked up from his dufflebag, pausing his sifting for just long enough to throw me that mother-fucking grin. "My, my," he mused, standing upright and crossing his arms over his chest. "It must be kismet, how we keep bumping into each other like this." I only stood there, dumbfounded and incredulous. "You fucking planned this!"Zach raised a brow. "Oh, you think I planned this? Why the fuck would I plan for us to be in the same room?" I threw my hands up in frustration. "I don't know! How am I supposed to know how your twisted brain works?" He rolled his neck and let out an exaggerated sigh, feigning mock disappointment at not being able to rile me up a bit more. He finally managed to pry his gaze away for a few moments, glancing around at the room as he did. "So, do the councelors always put two people of the opposite gender sharing a room, or should I start feeling flattered?" He asked, turning his gaze towards me, a raised eyebrow, and that fucking grin ghosting his lips. "
This drive was supposed to take over 24 hours. So obviously, we had to stay the night somewhere. Haylie had told me that we were supposed to stop at the Hilton Inn for the night, and then we would drive the last ten hours to the hotel where we were going to stay for the rest of the trip. But we had made up enough time to the point where we could just drive the whole way to the D.C hotel. The TSO had booked one hotel room for every two students. I really hoped I would be roomed with Haylie or Jake. If I was not, I was going to be throwing hands with someone. We still had around thirty minutes left until we got to the hotel, and it couldn't have been any longer. I needed to get off of the bus and as far away from Zach as possible, or else I was literally going to fucking strangle him. He had spent at least fifteen minutes whistling a random tune that he had made up, making the pitches alternate between long and slow and short and fast. It had annoyed the fucking shit out of me. And
*I ran through the woods, panting and gasping for air as beads of sweat formed along my forehead. I pushed my legs as hard as I could, running from something I couldn't name or see.**As I was running, my foot caught on a loose root, and I fell forward. I screamed and braced myself for the impact of my body on the ground, but it never came. I forced myself to open my eyes, confused, and saw the ground just inches below my face. When I looked up, I saw Jake holding me up by my shirt.**"Jake?" I asked, my brows plunging to the center of my forehead. My voice sounded like an echo, like I was in some sort of cave and not in the middle of the woods from the Exorcist.**His face held an expression of deep relief as he pulled me up and wrapped me in his arms. "Leia!" He whispered into my hair. "I've been looking for you everywhere. I've been so worried." His heavy breathing told me he'd been running as well. And his voice was laced with panic.**I matched his embrace, hugging him tightly. B
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