It’s been over a minutes since Akio has left, but William and I haven’t exchanged a word. He’s in bed with a pillow propped up behind him, staring at anything and everything that isn’t me. I cross and uncross my leg on the couch, sigh, and get to my feet, sick of the silence.“You have narcolepsy.” I say it as a factual statement, walking over to the other side of the bed and carefully placing my purse on it. “Why didn’t you tell me?”He runs a hand through his hair, then down his face and sighs. “I didn’t want your pity.” He mutters, still avoiding my gaze. “I didn’t— don’t want you to see me this way.”“I don’t pity you.” I say, and when he finally looks at me, I hold his gaze cause I know if I look away he’ll know I’m lying. Maybe a little part of me did pity him. But I can’t help it. “Is that what the pills were for? Is that why you push me away?”He sinks into the bed as if my questions are heavy weights placed on his shoulders. “My life is complicated, Isabella. I’m complicated.
I blink awake.The room is quiet, dark. William’s arms are wrapped around me, his head buried in the crook of my neck. My cheek is squished against his bare, warm chest. I feel around underneath the sheets for my phone and check the time when I find it.It reads 1:13 am.When did we even get back? How long have I been asleep? My mind is groggy. I check my notifications and find a missed call from Bibah, a missed call from my mom, and texts from Bibah. I shoot her a brief reply that I’m okay, just been asleep.William’s arms tighten around me. He hums something in his sleep and snuggles closer.Well this is nice.This is very nice.But is it just me or is the room literally freezing? I squint in the dim light, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, searching for the heater that’s supposed to be working. It’s familiar hum is absent. Did William turn it off last night when I wasn’t here, or maybe we hadn’t even turned it on in the first place?I begin to untangle myself from William.He murm
It’s surreal; packing my suitcase and saying goodbye to the hotel room that now feels like a second home to me for some weird reason. I stare at the view from the window for one last time. It’s a bright morning, but the sun is yet to take complete dominion of the clear sky, so the weather still retains the chill of the night before. I touch a palm to the glass; it’s cold, and a faint outline of my reflection does the same. I step back and pull the curtains close. “The bus leaves in three.” William reminds me, checking his wristwatch before glancing up at me with a faint, awkward smile. He looks the same as I’d seen him on that rooftop, save for the new choppy haircut and the black hoodie he’s currently wearing, but so much has changed. Before, it felt as if a million walls separated us, but now? Maybe a hundred walls. He’s still a book in a language I can’t read, but at least now the pages are open and I’m learning the alphabets. I smile back. None of us have acknowledged last night
I kick off my shoes and flop into bed with a loud sigh. I’ve already unpacked half of my suitcase, but going through the other half right now feels like it might take me fifteen years. I inhale my sheets and sigh again. “I never thought I’d miss it’s smell of laundry detergent and spilled French perfume.”Evin laughs at my comment, pausing from setting up her blank canvas ear the window as usual. She has just finished watering the plants, and although the windows are cracked open, the smell of wet earth and acrylic paint is still a bit heavy in the air. “Did you miss you bed that much?”I shake my head. “You have no idea.”A knock comes from the door and then it swings open the next second. I lift my head to see Wilma standing by the doorway in her usual school uniform, waving at Evin and then beaming at me. “Heyyy sis…” She leans on the doorway, wiggling her eyebrows at me then pausing and pointing to the pillow next to me. “You’re not… hiding a knife somewhere are you?”I get to my
I’m holding a freshly laundered, perfectly folded t-shirt and marching through campus towards House Zeus. The sun is about to set, and the evening classes have been concluded, so tired First and Second year students are filtering out from everywhere, too eager to get to their dorms. Here and there, I spot a few of the Senior years, not in uniform, lounging on the benches.I start to think of how to get to William’s dorm room again. I don’t think I currently have the energy to sneak in by climbing that pipe and slipping into his window like a thief. Plus, too many things could go wrong. I could fall. His window might be closed from the inside. I could get caught. But I also don’t think there’s a solid excuse I can give the dorm master that’ll make him allow me into the boys’ dorm.Unless of course; bribe, threaten, blackmail.“Bella, where the hell have you been, Loca?!”I roll my eyes, already knowing it’s Akio before he even falls into step next to me. “Seriously? You’re back with th
Usually, the parent visitation event takes place in Acadia Academy’s Conference Hall, but it’s barely large enough to contain all the students and the family that visits them, so we often just meet our parents wherever we feel comfortable with. For the past two years, mom and I have been meeting up I my dorm. She likes to see my living quarters, and I like to keep most of our conversations private.But today is a little different.I glance at William standing next to me.Okay, today is very different.I crack my knuckles and huff out a nervous breath, giving him another side-long stare. I’ve never seen a person look more perfect in a suit. I’m not even sure why he chooses to wear a suit for this, but I’m definitely not complaining considering how good he looks in it. His hair is slicked back in a way that reminds me of an Italian mafia boss and it’s a little funny. He flicks back the one lock of hair that refuses to stay in place and keeps falling into his eyes.I glance away before I
“Hello, little brother.”Of course. He towers over William with a few inches, but despite the scar and the white eye I assume is blind, they still look alike. However, his brother looks scary; cruel and cold in a way that makes you want to stay as far away from him as possible, but I stand my ground, if out of anything, I’m driven by curiosity.William’s jaw grinds shut like it might snap at any moment. “Why are you here?” He demands, glaring daggers at his brother.Luke raises an eyebrow mockingly. “No warm welcome for me, I suppose?”“Answer the fucking question.” William spat.Something sinister flashes in his stone cold eye, along with the slightest flicker of anger. “Watch your tongue.” He growls out in warning, his tone deepened, careful, and controlled. “If you will not respect me as your brother, you’ll respect me as your alpha.”William continues to glare at him, but says nothing and instead draws in a slow, steady breath.Luke sighs, tipping his head back in a fast show of f
Minutes pass. An hour passes. The whole of eternity could have began and ended as I crouched there, cradling my head, feeling like it might explode at any moment. But then when my legs start to go numb, I stand up and walk to my dorm room cause I don’t know what else to do.He’d lied. He’d kept secrets. He’d killed his father; shot him in the head. But why? How? When? I had so many unanswered questions, so many complicated emotions ravaging my brain. Do I even know William at all? Did I ever?What if he is a bad person and all this while had been—No.I remember the person that had taken care of me when I was sick. I remember the person I’d taken the bus ride back; how safe I felt next to him, holding his hand or listening to a song together. I remember the person I’d played chess with, then kissed. It can’t all be fake, can it?I swallow the lump in my throat.When I get to my room, Wilma and mom are there, standing side by side and pouring over Wilma’s true crime map. Thankfully, Ev