Tom felt weird seeing Scarlett. He nodded and muttered a half-hearted hello before following Adrian to his tiny bedroom.He felt both nervous and excited as Adrian closed the door and locked it behind them, wondering what he'd be forced to do this time.'Whatever it is, it's worth it,' Tom reasoned.He had come to terms with the fact he was never going to get out of the platinum league on Day of Dragons. It wasn't that he was bad or under-geared, he just couldn't find a teammate good enough to boost him on his journey to Diamond. He didn't think it would ever happen... until he met Adrian.Adrian logged on and played his character, boosted by his champion ranked friend, playing his 5 daily games, and winning every single one with ease. In return, all Tom had to do was follow Adrian's orders—orders that he found weird, bordering on creepy.The first time, Adrian had asked for a foot massage and had laughed at Tom's insistence that this was a foreplay act."People are allowed to touch e
Sienna made her way home from Damien's house, still feeling high but at least able to walk in a straight trajectory. As she ambled down the tree-lined avenue, the row of red maples seemed to stretch on forever.She was still laughing at the episode of South Park Damien had played her—the one with the alternative kids. It was his favourite.'Damien is so much cooler than I ever realised,' Sienna thought. She pictured his face, his face, his outfit, and felt ashamed of her attraction to him.'I'm supposed to be devoted to Adrian,' she sighed, but when she pictured Adrian, it filled her with nothing but foreboding. She desperately wanted him to like her—to value her—but it didn't seem achievable.As she neared her house a text from Adrian appeared. Instead of skipping with its usual flutter, her heart darkened with dread."You don't have to go to him," she mumbled out loud, but it was a lie. She did have to go. After piling so much emotional investment into Adrian, she couldn't pull hers
"Please slow down," Scarlett begged her angered stepbrother. With her wrist trapped firmly in his grip, she was helpless, dragged along beside him at his insane pace. A pace that emptied her lungs and made her legs burn. "Please!""If we slow, we might miss it, and you do not want to miss this," Adrian insisted. He didn't turn as he spoke, but she could see the outline of his chin, twisted in an angry frown. "Let's see how much you love him after you've seen this."He led her past Riley's house, towards the nicer end of the village. The houses were bigger, though they had the same dilapidated look about them. "Shush," he warned, lowering into a crouch as they approached the large, red-brick cottage. "Heh." Adrian shoved her into the window so forcefully she almost kissed the cold glass. "Did he eat you like that?"Scarlett squinted, searching the room. A woman sat on the sofa, head splayed back and legs akimbo. Nestled between her thighs was a guy, and it didn't take her brain long
Sienna felt a tingle of joy when she arrived at the party and Adrienne hugged her. Adrienne was the epitome of cool—badass and beautiful. She introduced a very subdued Scarlett and Adrian to her new friend, noticing how Adrian's eyes almost fell out of his head at the sight of her. She was probably his idea of the perfect woman.They followed the elegant goth girl into the kitchen where the drinks were laid out."I don't want to drink alcohol," Adrian said. "Make me tea."Without warning, Adrienne grabbed him by his arm, inspecting one before doing the same to the other."They don't seem broken to me," she declared. "Make your own tea.""I wasn't asking you," he said, curling up his lip. He looked positively outraged—as if he might rip out her throat with his bare hands."You weren't asking anyone," Adrienne shot back. She grabbed a couple of beers in one hand and Sienna in the other, leading her into the living room while loudly asking Damien to have a word with his 'dickhead mate.'
Emily dreaded final-year English. She dreaded Adrian.'I've never had a student like him,' she thought. In fact, she'd never met anyone like him before in her life; a fact she was grateful for. The kid had a presence. Once he’d entered the room, he filled it. You could feel him sitting there, watching, smirking, and pinning her with his predatory gaze. Even though she tried to avert her eyes, there was no escaping his intense aura. As the students filed in, talking over each other loudly in a mash of conversations, none of which made a modicum of sense, her eyes met Adrian's. He curled his lip in a cruel sneer, looking down his nose at her as he took his seat and crossed his legs.Today's lesson was a return to the basics since a lot of the students had a very thin grasp of the written word, most with no idea of the meaning of the words 'verb,' or 'adjective.'She had come up with funny little illustrations and planned to ask the students to create further examples. As the students
Sienna stared at the television, not seeing the image on the screen. She couldn't concentrate on anything for more than a second or two.It was her third day without food. After the party, Adrian had told her he wouldn't be seeing her ever again unless she did a hunger strike for a week. At the time it had seemed achievable, but now, only three days in, she was on the verge of breaking.After three days without sustenance her stomach was cramping, she felt tired, was getting a cold, and her attention span was so short it was practically non-existent, like Dory from Finding Nemo. She wasn't allowed to tell anyone either, so had to keep pretending she had an icky stomach every time somebody offered her food.Coffee was good though. She had discovered the joys of strong, milk free and sugarless coffee since this was all she was allowed besides water. Over the last few days, she had become obsessed with the stuff, drinking cup after cup for the electric zing of the caffeine buzz. It wore
Emily wiped the sweat from her forehead and glanced up at the clunky air conditioning unit. The site team was supposed to replace it in February but so far, the new one sat untouched, collecting dust and taking up space.As she flipped through the test papers in front of her, Adrian's name distracted her from the humidity. He had not answered any of the questions, she noted but had instead written out chapters of her book—the steamy ones.Blood rushed to her face as she squirmed in humiliation, ashamed of herself for ever writing such rubbish. Reading it made her want to disappear—for a giant hole to swallow her whole.At the very bottom of the page was a stark warning: 'Stop talking to Damien about me. He can't help you.'This message knocked the last bit of hope out of her, leaving her deflated. It was sad and painful to admit, but she had been pinning all her hopes on Damien.She was thinking about Damien as he appeared at the door, as if by magic. She'd seen him, and he knew it, b
As much as she hated Riley's behaviour, Scarlett couldn't hate Riley. In fact, her feelings for him landed quite firmly on the opposite end of the emotive spectrum. 'I think I love him,' she thought. Every time she pictured him her heart would race so fast and hard, she thought it might burst. Her mother said she was going to change any time now, but she couldn’t stomach the thought of it. In fully shifted form, her feelings for Riley would only grow—a primal urge that would smother and overtake her senses. She would be powerless to stop it.The thought made her want to cry. To scream and wail and sob. As she looked over at Sienna, she saw she wasn't the only one. "What's wrong, Babes?" she asked.Sienna shook her head, staring straight ahead with glazed eyes. "I'm all good."That had to be a lie. Something was definitely wrong with the girl. Her clothes were hanging off her and her face had broken out in a mixture of acne and eczema. 'Could it be drugs?' Scarlett wondered. She wou