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Wanton Chapter 1
Amelia's POVWanton. Utterly and truly wanton. That's the word I'd used to describe Miguel Angel Sanchez the first time I met him. It had been the night of my mother's engagement to his father, Emilio Sanchez; millionaire real estate developer who lived in a mansion on the outskirts of Evergreen, beautiful little town in Colorado. My town. Emilio had moved back into town three years ago after leaving with his mother when he was a kid, when his parents divorced (I know this because people gossip a lot in Evergreen), and in no time had established himself as one of the affluential and influential voices in the town, unlike his father who'd left the town not long after the divorce and was never heard of again.I'd never met him personally, only seen glimpses of him as he drove past town (make that as his driver drove past town), so it came as a shock, albeit an unwelcome kind of shock when my mother, an elementary school teacher, who I'd have never thought crossed paths with that kind
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Amelia's POV"Amy, you are not going to run away from the house, are you?" Bianca asks, shoving a fry into her mouth and throwing her bare legs up on the table nonchalantly, as if she wasn't wearing a micro mini black skirt.It's lunch time, two weeks after we resumed for second term, all but six months standing between us and college. It seems like a long time ago when I saw a certain someone's penile parts. A lot has happened since that night besides the wedding.First, I turned seventeen. Then, the first term of senior year happened, the only remarkable thing about it a relationship between my former best friend and my longtime crush. Jane Dulaney and Christian Grammer.Let's start with Jane. If anyone had told me when we were entering high school that Jane, my best friend since I was nine, wouldn't be with me forever, I'd have scoffed and thrown insults at them, in my mind, of course, because Mother taught me to never use swear words. But Jane and I were not meant to be, becau
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Miguel's POV I expected a long speech from my dad the moment he came to pick me up from the airport. He hasn't said a word, just leads me to where his car is parked and instructs his driver to start driving. To Evergreen. My home for the next six months or less if I fucked up and landed myself in prison for good. I don't remember much of what happened that night in October, just that I'd assaulted one of my supposed friends for the garbage that had come out of his mouth and walked out of the party, getting into my car and driving off. It's not like I kept track of what happened when I attended all the banging parties in Los Angeles. My life since I was fifteen had been a blur of parties, drugs and sex and probably irresponsibility in the eyes of everyone because I'd dropped out of high school. I didn't take drugs, but nobody would've guessed that I didn't or why, until that fateful day in October when my mother, award winning actress and model, Faye Smith had publicly gone int
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Amelia's POV I'd gotten home and holed up in my room, pacing and cooking up the nastiest scenarios in my head. Sure, even his father agreed that he was wanton.Sure, there was enough evidence that he was every bit the reckless, undisciplined playboy, his excessive personality mere icing on the cake. For God's sake, he slept with women who were old enough to be his mother and flashed his genitals at teenage girls. You looked, Amelia. And now I was going to be living with him in the same house. The house was big enough that if I played my cards well, I wouldn't have to see him at all, but we weren't talking three days, we were talking months. Plus, we ate meals together in this house. My mother had begged and begged until I'd accepted the tradition. As if summoning her, she knocks on the door and opens it, sticking her head in and then her entire petite frame. My mum was smaller than me, her head stopping at my shoulders. She's wearing a simple sundress, her red hair in a messy bu
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Amelia's POV "Here are the rules of how this is going to work." I grit out, dragging the earpiece covering his left ear and throwing it on his legs as I drive us to school the next morning. Miguel is beside me with his legs on the dashboard, a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes, but most importantly and most annoyingly, his lips tilted in a smirk. Thankfully, the lip ring is on his right side so I can't see it, meaning unfortunately my eyes are stuck to his brow piercing, not shielded from my sight by the sunglasses, his curly dark brown hair falling everywhere on his forehead. It had been one bad turn after another when Emilio had called me into the study after dinner yesterday to inform me that Miguel was going to be finishing senior year with me. As if it wasn't enough that I'd see him at home and at school, since he wasn't allowed to have any money or drive, he was officially going to hitch a ride with me everyday to and fro, a means to ensure that he did go to school and come
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Chapter Six Amelia I hated Miguel Angel Sanchez, better known by the female population of Evergreen High as 'Hot Angel.' Even Bianca couldn't stop drooling when he was around. Okay, hate is a really strong word, so let's just go with dislike. Strongly dislike. It's been two weeks since Miguel started going to school with me. Two weeks of hell. Two weeks of him stepping on my toes and trying to drive me to madness. Two weeks of unwanted attention. Two weeks of receiving glares from half of the female population because he was so openly affectionate; something I knew that he did on purpose because he liked seeing me squirm. Bianca thought it was the cutest sibling relationship she'd ever seen. I'd almost puked at that. At least he and I were on common ground with that one. We were definitely not siblings or related or step-anything. I can't be related to a demon. After that first day when he'd stolen my hair ribbon and I'd had to return to my car to get a new one, I hadn't
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Chapter SevenAmelia"Hey, I said I was sorry, didn't I? He sounded genuinely interested in knowing more about you and you know he has that look where you can't say no to him." Bianca says as we walk down the hallway to the cafeteria for lunch. Of course I know the look. I've been played by the look already. On the bright side, there wasn't so much cash in my wallet and he couldn't access my credit card without my password, thank God he hadn't asked me yesterday when I was under him and he was on top of me and ...He's seated at our table, two girls perched beside him, taking pictures and giggling. I should've reported the bastard to Emilio so they'd take his internet access and he'd be left with nothing. Explaining how he'd taken the wallet in the first place is the only reason I hadn't done it. It's Emilio's fault for trusting me with Miguel's finances in the first place. I hate the smile on his face. I hate that girls are not impervious to it. I hate that I'm not impervious to i
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Chapter EightAmeliaI hated parties. Still do. The one and only time I'd attended one was in Sophomore year, when Bianca had actually succeeded in guilt tripping me after one of the football games. There were only two reasons why I watched the football games religiously. Firstly, it was because I got to indulge myself with seeing Chris Grammer, my crush in action on the field. The second one was because the cheerleading squad performed before every game and before,I'd gone to support Jane and after our friendship scattered and Bianca joined the squad, I'd had to support her too even if it meant watching Jane glow and sensualize the crowd with her skills.Why do the bad guys have to be attractive? Speaking of the one and only time I'd been to a party, someone had puked all over my shirt and everyone had laughed. The laughing was the secondary pain. The primary pain was that I'd had to throw my beloved checkered shirt and jeans away. Since then, I've not stepped foot into any party.
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Wanton Epilogue
Amelia"And here to deliver the valediction for the graduating class of 2019, Amelia Rose Hart, everyone." I don't look at my mother or my stepfather or my best friend or the applauding crowd that have gathered to celebrate all the graduating students, I look at the stage as I slowly advance towards it. And I remember the last time I saw anyone giving a speech on a stage was at prom. My ex boyfriend. Because yes, we did have a relationship contrary to what our parents think. Miguel Angel Sanchez. It seems like just yesterday when our love story started and ended. After he left that night, I'd spent the remainder of the days before graduation on Bianca's bed. My mother couldn't have moved me no matter how hard she tried. There was nothing to threaten me with. Especially when she knew I'd be leaving to go to New York in a month. Yes, Bianca and I got accepted to study at Columbia University just like we'd hoped we would. My mother didn't even bother about talking me into going to
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AmeliaHave you ever heard that saying that warns you to look over your shoulder when things are going too smoothly for you?No? Me neither. Right now, I'm frozen in place by the door. Too forward?Okay. After Miguel's beautiful speech, we danced some more and Jane cornered me right before we left, her words cryptic and a smug grin on her face. I'd been so happy about the events of the night to pay her any mind even though now looking back, I should have. The good girl of Evergreen High, whatever will mummy say? "How dare you come here and do this?" Emilio roars and I flinch and shrink into the ground, even though he's not referring to me but the son he's currently holding by the neck. My mother is observing the scene with terror but riding on the back of that terror is disappointment. She's standing inches away from where I'm crouched on the ground."Let me go, Dad." Miguel breathes and that seems to be the sentence that sets Emilio off because he rears back and punches his s
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Amelia"You know it's not because you're a jock, right?" I whisper and Christian nods, even though his face tells me that he doesn't quite believe me. The song ends and another starts, signalling that it's time to switch partners. We stop dancing and Christian places a kiss on the side of my mouth. "Till we meet again, fair maiden" He whispers to my still form and moves away to another partner. Slowly shaking my head with a smile, I turn around to find a new partner and cue the hammering heart and dancing butterflies. Miguel is standing in front of me. And that's when I finally hear the song playing. My song. Our song. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him. My lips part as our bodies meet and I grip his shoulders to steady myself as we begin to move"I'm still mad at you." He whispers, pulling me even closer "No, not mad. I could never be mad at you. Frustrated, perhaps." He rests his forehead against mine "But I wanted to dance with you. To your song. Our song.
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Amelia’s POV"Is this the wrong time to tell you that everybody has been staring since you walked into this hall?" I turn away my attention from where Miguel is standing and talking to Pamela Bradshaw–who seems to be smiling at everything he says even though he doesn't look like he's trying to charm her– to my best friend. She hands me a drink and when I raise my eyebrows "There's definitely no alcohol in this place. There are teachers everywhere in this hall to make sure of it."When I still raise my eyebrows, she snickers and whispers in my ear "Okay, Blake and the others might have smuggled some in, but this is purely punch. I promise.""Thank you." I tell her and collect the cup, taking a tentative sip before nodding"What's that about people staring? Is there something in my hair?" She shakes her head "You look like a princess. And of course, you arrived in the arms of a prince" Her face softens and she whispers "How are things between you two?" I shrug, ignoring the weight th
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Amelia’s POVI can hear two voices at the base of the stairs as I take tentative steps towards it. "And what's your excuse, young man for not having a date to prom? I mean, look at you. I'm sure you have your fair share of ladies vying for your attention." My mother. And if she's talking to who I think she is...My heart skids to a halt. Please come to prom. Please. Saying no to you is an exercise in effort, Mia. He's going to prom. And we're going to be in the same car and not able to say anything because of his dad's driver. But he's going. I'll find a way to end this silence between us. Because I can't afford to go another night without talking to him. I pause when I hear his reply"I don't have a date because the one person that I want to go with doesn't feel the same way."Oh, I feel the same way. My mother gasps "Some girl in this world is immune to your charms? This is a revelation."He snickers and I suck in a breath as I make my presence known. The second their head
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Amelia"Ooh, yeah, you lose, Miles, pay up ASAP." Miguel yells with a fist bump in the air and I look away from the novel I'm reading on my phone to see Bianca rolling her eyes and dropping a bill in his hand. "A rematch, Angel. I demand a rematch." She whines and I roll my eyes because Bianca hates losing and Miguel is even worse so we're going to be here for a long while. I should get very comfortable then. The duo dragged me to the arcade about an hour ago and have been at it like animals. This is the first time I've been able to go with them because I've been busy with the decathlon–which we won by the way in flying colours and got me the gold neckpiece I'm wearing from Miguel– and I can honestly say that I want nothing more than my bed right now. "And you're done. Again. Pay up, Bianca." "I demand a rematch."Oh my God, is this ever going to end?"You're on, Miles."Gahhhhhhhhhhh, this is never going to end. "So, Mimi–" Bianca calls without looking at me "–what time are we
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Amelia’s POV"It's beautiful" I gasp as I look at the Miguel's arm with awe. We're at a tattoo parlour in Denver and Miguel just finished getting a tattoo on the left side of his arm. Of a rose. I'd imagined it would be a horrifically painful experience the minute I saw the large needle, but as the tattoo artist got to work and I sat by Miguel, talking to him about anything and everything and holding his right hand, time had passed by really quick and it was done. Speaking of tattoos, I've gotten around to completing the wanton list or beginner's wanton list, according to my dearest best friend, Bianca. Skip school? Check. Get drunk? Check.Kiss a random guy? Christian Grammer, my former crush and now friend takes this one. Fail a test? Okay, I couldn't do this so it was scrapped. Get detention? To be fair, Miguel made me laugh in Mr Davis's, our boring History teacher's class and got detention with me. Bianca also got detention for clucking her tongue. It was a swell time. Go
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Amelia"Are you good?" I ask Miguel as we lie on my bed, his head on my chest and my hand softly stroking his hair. I've had to lock my door more because he's been spending almost all of his nights in my room. Half of my closet has been cleared out because he forgets his clothes here and showers here, to my immense satisfaction. "Is it okay to be scared?"He murmurs, drawing circles absentmindedly on my exposed abdomen. Exams are starting tomorrow and he's been working even harder than I have towards it. He finally got around to telling Bianca and her reaction was as easy as she is. You'd think we told her the time. Since then, we've been working with Jennifer and the teachers whose subjects he's finding most difficult. He's had two panic attacks and I was by his side for each one. So I can understand his worry even though everything else has been smooth. He hasn't pushed me on the topic of telling our parents about us, but I know it's because he's been busy obsessing over the exa
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Amelia’s POV Amelia ...the internet says seven because that's when I officially started learning how to paint but I knew when I was six. I wasn't good at school and I didn't talk much but for some reason.... ....Reading and writing is hard for some of us, not that you'll know anything about that.... ....He's in the counselor's office. You'll have to ask him. He sees her at least two or three times a week.... ....And yes, there are indeed things I am not good at. Like, school.... ....I'd like to think that in another life, I'd be good at it. And it wouldn't be so hard to like school.... ....Reading was difficult. Writing was worse.... ....She bought me crayons and said 'If you cannot read and write about the world, you can colour it'.... ....She read to me every night and suggested that I be homeschooled since the school environment wasn't working for me.... ....Something was wrong with me. Because why else would my parents not want me?.... ....It's not like you were ever goo
