[Lily]
My mother said she loved me, but then she died when I was 13 and left my care to the devil.
I'm supposed to call him "grandfather" but "devil" suits him better. Grandfathers are supposed to be compassionate and kind but Andrew Adare doesn’t understand the concept of kindness. I didn’t even know he existed, or that my real last name was “Adare” until he came to me at my mother’s funeral and claimed to be my family. He didn’t even give me a chance to say goodbye to my friends or my old life, I wasn’t even allowed to take a single memory with me. He just swept me off in his private jet, and as soon as he could, shipped me off with little explanation.
“You look so much like her,” was all that he said to me. The only words that I heard from his mouth before disappearing and leaving me to the care of nannies and cooks and butlers.
I don’t know why he bothered to take me if he doesn’t really want me. He hates me so much that he can't wait to get rid of me. As soon as summer ends he sends me back here to The Academy, an exclusive boarding school for the children of the world’s elite. Families put their children on waiting lists for this place at conception. And yet my grandfather got me a spot with little more effort than a phone call.
Lucky me. I should be grateful.
The Academy’s real name is "The Luminary Society Academy for Young Entrepreneurs" but nobody calls it that. To anyone who has ever gone here, anyone who has ever lived under its shadow, it is and will forever be "The Academy." It doesn't need a longer name. It's the only Academy that matters. But I have another name for this place.
Hell.
And waiting at the gates every year to greet me are Satan's seven generals: Atticus, Evie, Veronica, Simon, Lazarus, Zephyra, and Madison. Each of them is beautiful, cruel, and ridiculously wealthy. I might be the granddaughter of billionaire Andrew Adare, one of the richest men on the East Coast, but I was here on charity and pity and everyone knew it. Especially them.
The Legacy Seven. My worst enemies.
At some point, they decided that they'd make it their personal mission to force me to quit. They somehow learned that if I dropped out of school, or graduated with anything less than perfect marks, my grandfather would completely disown me, leaving me penniless again.
I’m only an Adare because my grandfather claims me. But everyone at the Academy knows I'm not a real Adare, I'm just the bastard of one. My mother, the billionaire heiress Alana Adare fell from grace and lost everything when her father disowned her.
A fact that The Seven will never let me forget.
During my first year at The Academy, they tried to break me by putting snakes in unexpected places. My clothes, my shoes, my lunchbox. They had to quit when a misplaced snake almost killed the dean. A snake slithering out of her shower head one morning put her into the hospital because it scared her so badly she went into cardiac arrest and had to be taken away in an ambulance.
During my second year, they managed to find a way to make sure that every article of clothing I had for school smelled like skunk. Nobody would let me wash my clothing on campus once they realized the smell lingered in the washer and dryer afterward. I was forced to wash my laundry by hand. In the bathtub.
Last year, they thought it would be funny to tell everyone not to talk to me. Imagine going through a whole school year without a single word spoken to you. Not even the teachers. They were just as scared of the Legacy Seven as the rest of us peasants.
I’m not their only victim. I’m not that special. I’m just the only one they haven’t broken yet.
This year, who knows? Does it even matter anymore? They want me to leave. I can't leave. It is a hopeless loop of misery for both sides. I can choose to let it get me down or I can try to put a positive spin on my situation.
As our driver drops me off in front of the school, I take a deep breath of the clean country air and make a decision.
This year will be different. This year I've decided to embrace the adventure and treat their little game like a pleasant surprise. I mean, I already know what they won't do. They'd hate to repeat themselves.
Rubbing my hands together, I pull my straight brown hair back into a scrunchy and grab the handles of my wheeled suitcases ready to meet my doom.
Only this time as I cross the threshold into the academy, something feels wrong. I can’t quite put my finger on it at first, but something is different. Then I realize what it is, why I feel so tense.
Usually, on the first day of school the Legacy Seven wait on the balcony of the second floor above the main doors to the school where they hurl insults and sometimes rotting food at the targets of their wrath from above. As I pass through into the main hall, I realize I didn’t miss out on the insults because I was lucky, it was because this year, for the first time, the balcony is conspicuously empty.
I look around me suspiciously. If the seven aren’t there, where are they? What are they up to? A strange chill creeps up my spine as I think of the possibilities. A smarter me might have listened to that feeling and seen it for what it was--the calm before the storm.
But at this moment, as I enter the dorm room, I’m not that smart enough to turn around and escape my fate. Instead, I shrug it off as good luck, grateful that I don’t need to scrape eggs out of my hair for the first time in three years, and head straight for my room.
Just as expected, Nyx, my best friend and roommate, is already there, putting her stuff away while dancing to some old pop song. I set my suitcases in the corner and she gives me a big hug.
“Ready to go to orientation,” she groans as she grabs her notebook. I nod grabbing my own things and we are off to meet the masses.
The dorms are in separate wings of the school, so it takes us a few minutes to walk to the main hall where everyone is gathered. As we walk, we discuss everything that has happened over the summer. I’ve missed her so much. There is something about her that always makes me forget that I’m in such a nightmare of a place. With her good humor and gracious nature, she has the power to make me smile in almost any situation.
Because it is the first day of school, everyone is milling around trying to find their way as they learn where to go and which classes they’ve been assigned. The new students, overwhelmed and lost, stumble through the room looking for some sign that they are going in the right direction. The room is also too full. It was not designed to hold the entire school, and some parents, and all the teachers, and everyone’s luggage all at the same time. It is inevitable that you will bump into someone. The hope is that you won’t bump into someone you are trying to avoid.
So of course that means you will run into the very people you are trying to avoid.
I was talking to Nyx, not looking carefully where I was going when I tripped over some poor freshman who was on their hands and knees trying to pick up their spilled book bag.
My legs hit the bent-over back of the younger student and I found myself falling forward. It felt like I was flying as I failed to regain my balance, falling head-first into the marble floors of the main hall.
I close my eyes, waiting to feel the pain of my body hitting the hard marble floors. Except that it never happens. Two strong arms hold me up, catching me just before it makes contact.
“Thank you,” I express my gratitude not noticing at first how quiet the room had become, nor how everyone’s eyes were focused on us. ”Excuse me,” I apologize again. “I couldn’t see where I was going and I…”
“You know,” a smooth, deep voice replies, one that sends shivers down my spine, “You really should watch where you are going.
The room is silent as everyone listens to our interaction. My body is shaking because I recognize that voice. It is a voice that I hide from when I hear it in the hallways, one that I go out of my way to avoid.
Slowly I open my eyes blinking up into the bright light and the well chiseled features of a handsome blond boy with startling hazel eyes, so beautiful that he could be an angel.
Holding me tight to his chest is none other than Atticus Preston, leader of the Legacy Seven. The king of the bullies and one of my worst tormentors over the last 3 years.
[Lily] “Hello Ms. Adare,” he purrs, his smile growing sickly sweet as he grins almost too brightly. He must be up to something because he’s a little too happy to have me in his arms. “I’m so glad to have run into you this morning.” He looks back at the other Legacies who nod in agreement, except for Evie Carter, Atticus’ girlfriend, who is staring daggers at me, her face growing red with repressed rage. Bending down low, he places his lips on my ear as he brings me in closer as if what he has to say is a secret between the two of us. Wrapped in his arms it feels too intimate as he murmurs, “We have much to discuss. I hope you will join us for breakfast.” My body freezes. Breakfast? Did he just invite me to dine with him, and the Legacy Seven? I must be mistaken. “Meet me at the stairs tomorrow at 8 am sharp,” he instructs me quietly yet firmly as if I have already agreed to this arrangement and he is just seeking confirmation. “I’ll expect to see you waiting for us at the base o
[Atticus] “Let me go, Ace,” Evie screams. Even after dragging her away from Ms. Adare, she is bubbling over with the heat of her anger. “I am going to scrape her eyes out and then I’m going to shove them up her….” I laugh as I hold onto my girlfriend. She’s always had such a short temper. When we first started dating in middle school, she almost got suspended for hitting another student in the head with an algebra book because she didn’t like how she ate her taco. It’s a good thing that she has me to help keep her balanced. Otherwise, she would have already burned the school down by now because she didn’t get exactly what she wanted when she wanted it. “Easy there, Tiger,” I joke as I loosen my grip just enough that she doesn’t feel confined while also keeping my arms around her in case I need to clamp down again. “She tripped and I caught her. Nothing else happened.” “That’s not what it looked like to me!” her beautiful blue eyes are sparking with anger. With her long black hair
[Atticus]Laz records the results, documenting this decision in the meeting log and we move on to the next element of the game--choosing the method. As last year’s winner, I get to choose. “I thought we’d go a bit ‘old school’ for this year’s game,” I announce as I stand and pull an old deck of cards from the pocket of my jacket. “My father told me about this one year where he just picked 7 random cards from a simple deck, labeled the cards with a word related to the theme, and then everyone picked a card. Because there are always seven of us, they’d try to pick a theme that had seven options. One of their favorite themes was a game they called the ‘Seven Deadly Sins.”I separate out 7 cards and a pen. Laying them out before me, I write a sin on the top of each card, putting “LUST” on the ace card and going in order from there. “Just like in previous games, our actions will be scored by the other 6 Legacies based on a simple point system. I pause, to make sure everyone understands
[Lily]The rest of my day was completely uneventful and went by quickly, thankfully.By the time Nyx and I woke for breakfast the next day, everything from the day before felt like a distant memory, something we could laugh about now that we had survived it. “Did you see how her eyes bulged,” Nyx acts out Evie’s face from the morning before and I try not to laugh too loudly as we make our way to the counter holding all of the dishes and cutlery. “I honestly thought she was going to kill you.”“You’d think that the school would have kicked her out by now,” Nyx carefully looks both ways before she mumbles almost incomprehensibly beneath her breath. “Everyone knows she is a danger to herself and others. How she has managed to stay out of prison is a miracle.”“Miracle,” I snort, rolling my eyes. “More likely it was a deal with a lesser-known demon.”Nyx laughs loud enough to make some poor freshman drop his glass of milk.“Sorry,” Nyx winces, feeling bad. Nyx is my best friend, and I lo
[Lily] The first thing I notice is that Evie is absent. Which is probably why there is room at their otherwise full table. Atticus sets down the tray and places our food at the two available spots while the rest of the Legacies shuffle to make room on the bench. This situation is too perfect. Which means something is not right. “Are you sure this is okay?” I ask, looking around to see if Evie is hiding somewhere or peeking around the corner, ready to strike at me for daring to talk to her boyfriend. “What about Evie?” “She had a very long night,” Atticus assures me, his face deadly serious. “Too much celebrating. She woke up feeling sick so we probably won’t see her today.” “Oh, what a bummer.” Realizing that sounded a little cold, I add, “Hopefully she’ll feel better soon.” Veronica rolls her eyes and snorts. She knows I don’t care about Evie. She’s Evie’s best friend, so I don’t expect her to believe me.“So Lily,” Atticus smiles. “Welcome to the Legacy table.”I just sit th
[Lily]By the time I made it back to where Nyx had been sitting, she was long gone. There isn’t even a trace that she has been sitting here. I checked our dorm room, but there was no sign that she had made it back there yet. If seeing me sitting with the Legacies irritated her this badly, there is only one place she would go. And that is exactly where I found her. She is sitting underneath the only walnut tree on school property, a giant of a tree, both wide and tall, it has branches that extend in all directions, creating a large canopy of shade in the summer and a wealth of walnuts in the fall. Once upon a time, the land the school sits on was a walnut orchard with walnut trees in all directions, as far as the eye could see. But they were all chopped down to build this school. They somehow missed this one.Like us, this tree is a survivor.Without saying anything, I take a seat next to Nyx who is on the ground, her head upturned and her eyes closed. Our backs resting against the b
[Lily] I open my eyes. The light streaming through the trees gives Atticus a golden halo that makes him appear angelic when combined with his god-like smile. I would think I’ve died and gone to heaven except that I know better. Heaven has fewer headaches and sore backs from leaning against a tree for half the morning. Maybe he’s a fallen angel? That seems about right. Weren't the first demons angels who fell into hell? “You want me to do what?” I blink at him groggily, rubbing my eyes with one hand while shielding them from the sun with the other. "Have lunch with me," he smiles brightly. "Off campus," he adds with an outstretched hand. Against my better judgment, I let him help me off the ground. "What do you mean, off-campus? We aren't allowed off-campus unless we have special permission for family things or field trips." "I do have special permission," he smirks. "Unlimited special permission." I notice he's still holding my hand so I remove it from his grasp. I don't tru
[Lily] Atticus leans over the door of his car, inching his body closer to mine in what will end up being a real kiss if I don’t move out of the way. So I pop open the door with a hard thrust, hitting him directly in the center of his well-formed abs. You’d think with abs like his it wouldn’t make a dent, but he hadn’t been expecting it, so he wasn’t prepared. Instead, his body made a satisfying “oof” sound of air being pushed from his body as he fell backward onto the compact dirt of the trailhead. “You weren’t serious, right?” I laugh. “Because I’m not going to be blackmailed into kissing you. If you get me arrested, I’ll have no problem telling everyone whose idea it was. Also, I’d rather go to prison than risk Evie killing me because any part of my body touches any part of yours.” “You’re more afraid of my girlfriend than you are of the police?” He raises an eyebrow in mock confusion as he picks himself up off the ground. He knows how scary she is. How could he not? “Aren’t yo