Mila’s POV
As it turns out, I misread my schedule. It turns out that my classes don’t start until tomorrow, but I was supposed to start my new job right after my last class.
It would be a waste of time for me to take the bus home just to leave again, so I text Isabella to see if she can pick me up. She had an appointment with her councilor today, so she should still be on campus.
It only takes her a few seconds to answer.
Izzy: I’ll be done in ten minutes! Are you okay waiting for a bit?
Me: Of course. No hurries.
Izzy: Thanks babe! I’ll see you in a little while. (Kissy face emoji)
I smile down at her text.
She’s always so upbeat and ready to go for anything, which still makes me wonder why she picked me as a friend. I’m a lot more quiet and standoffish than her, but what do they say? Behind every extravert is an introvert. Well, that is definitely true for the two of us.
I find an empty table near the school coffee kiosk and sit down to wait. A few whispers float my way, but I ignore them. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before.
Speaking of that, my phone goes off again. This time it’s from a number I don’t recognize. The message hits me like an arrow to the chest. Every word is vile and mean. Even after all the things I’ve been called, it doesn’t hurt any less.
My eyes burn, but I fight back the tears. No way am I going to cry in public. Another message comes in from the same number, and a sound of shock escapes me before I can stifle it.
This one is a lot worse.
This one is a lot darker than any I’ve gotten so far.
It isn’t from my ex since he wouldn’t bother hiding it was him, which is why he still texts me from his personal number. This is someone else and they aren’t holding back. The messages sound almost too personal.
“Mila!” My head snaps up at the sound of my name and I see Isabella waving at me from her too cute pink VW bug.
They stopped making those cars ages ago, but she won’t let it go even after her father offered to buy her a new one. Honestly, the thing is basically her in car form, so I’m not surprised.
I pocket my phone and head her way, but I keep my eyes facing forward.
The whispers have gotten louder and I don’t want to draw any more attention to myself than necessary. If I could have gone to a different college so that I could escape my past, I would have, but I can’t. Isabella is the only one that makes going here bearable.
I settle into her car, the comfort of the seat easing the tension that had gripped me just moments ago. She leans over, arms enveloping me in a warm embrace. Her hug serves as a remedy, gradually dispelling the heaviness that clung to me earlier. A smile tugs at my lips – a genuine response to her comforting gesture. There's something about her embraces that has a magical way of lifting my spirits.
Her grip loosens, and I'm left with a lingering sense of connection, a residue of her care. But then, before I can fully relish the moment, she plants a smacking kiss on my cheek. The unexpected contact makes me scrunch my face in mock horror, my hand instinctively wiping it away. My reaction becomes the catalyst for her unrestrained laughter, a sound that's both infectious and endearing.
“Don’t wipe away my love Mila!” She sing songs.
I roll my eyes, feigning annoyance to match her theatrics. “Stop being gross, Isabella!”
Her laughter fills the car, a symphony of joy that envelops us as she navigates the car out of the parking lot. “So you have no class today and don’t want to go home. What should we do to pass the time?”
“No.” I say as soon as she smirks at me. “Isabella please no.”
She continues to smirk, and I drop my head back with a groan. How did I let myself get into this situation again?
My unspoken pleas for a miracle remain unanswered as we pull into the local mall, the wheels crunching on the asphalt. A mere fifteen minutes have passed since her initial question.
Isabella derives an odd sense of satisfaction from subjecting me to shopping expeditions. It's a torture that has become a recurring event, and today is no exception. It always ends with her buying me clothes I would never wear because my stepmom would wonder where I got it, and then take them.
Isabella doesn’t know about my life outside of school though, so she doesn’t know that all the nice things she’s ever bought me are hidden in the back of my closet. She’s always too distracted to notice I’ve never worn any of them and I’m glad. It would break my heart to explain the situation to her, mostly because she would immediately try to help me, but that would only make things worse.
Money is all my stepmom wants, so if she finds out that I have a rich friend, she will work her way into our friendship and ruin it. She’ll find a way to get money from Isabella, and I won’t let that happen.
As we leave the car, I resign myself to the inevitable. The mall's entrance beckons, and Isabella's triumphant grin assures me that there's no escape.
Isabella grabs my hand and drags me inside to the giant building, not minding one bit that I’m dragging my feet. I pulled on a hoodie from my duffle bag and pulled the hood on, hoping it will conceal me enough from anyone who might recognize me.
Yep, even in a huge place like this, I’m bound to run into someone who hates me.
So far I’ve been lucky, but luck always runs out, eventually.
Mila’s POV “You should buy something for your new job! Or is it one of those places with a dress code?” Isabella asks when we stop at the first store. I follow her as she browses the racks and my eye lands on a shiny blue dress. It looks like something I see a lot of girls wear at clubs, and it’s beautiful. I’ve never worn anything that flashy or form fitting, but the urge to try it on is strong and Isabella must see it because she walks over and grabs it. “Come on!” She chirps before grabbing my hand again and dragging me to the fitting room. “Try it on.” I do as she says and step into the small room. First, I look at my reflection. I don’t wear any makeup or nice clothes, so most of the time I look really plain. It’s a side effect of trying to be completely invisible in this town. When I’m sick of looking at myself, I turn my back to the mirror and strip my clothes off. If I turned back around, I would see the many scars on my body. This dress isn’t leaving this store with me
“That’s right. You remember me.” His words show like: I see I made an impression.Uh, he’s one of those guys who thinks he’s god’s gift to women.My internal radar beeps with a warning. He exudes the air of a man who's accustomed to turning heads, perhaps too aware of his own charm. It's a type I've learned to be wary of—someone who believes he's the ultimate prize in the game of attraction.I hate guys like that.“Not exactly.” I say and move around him to head down the hallway.“Really? Then how did you know who I was?” His words seem to insinuate, "I caught your attention, didn't I?" It's precisely the kind of arrogance I've come to disdain. I just try to ignore him.“You're not as timid as you were. Which one is the real you, huh?”He goes on from behind me.I whirl around to face him and rest my hands on my hips. “Look. This is just some sort of weird coincidence. We met at the bus stop and nothing more. Now, this is my first shift, so I can’t be late. Excuse me.”As I pivot an
Mila’s POVI feel a gush of warm liquid smash against my skin and across my chest and down the side of my face. My eyes blink rapidly as I try to process the scene in front of me. All the sounds of chaos around me fad into a steady ringing sound when I look down at my hands and see them covered.Blood. It’s blood.My eyes lift to where the man who had been touching me is clutching his hand to his chest. One of his friends grabs his arm and wraps it around the bloody mess. His head snaps to me and he starts toward me.That’s when the noise snaps into place, and I stumble back. Someone from behind me wraps their arms around me, pining my arms to my side. I struggle against him, but he turns and pushes me against the bar counter and pushes my head down on the counter with his arm. He pins me there and I feel something cold and metallic against my lower back and a tug that causes my shirt to rip down the middle of my back.The fabric drops past my shoulders and a sob escapes me.“Well, it
Mila’s POVHis lips are firm as he kisses me with violent desperation. I start to feel lightheaded as he moves his hands back down my back, and I can’t help the way I grind down against him. The small sparks from his touch are making me want so much more. My whole body feels like it’s slowly catching fire and yet I need more of his warmth. So much more.The wind is knocked out of me for a whole other reason when he flips us over and dives in to kiss me without skipping a beat. In my head, I know this isn’t a normal thing for us to be doing, given the fact that this morning I tore him a new one for being rude to another girl. It’s the fact that he’s technically my boss and I don’t know a thing about him. I’m not someone who hookup with random guys, but I can’t seem to help myself. His touch is making em ache for more, like I can’t go another second if I don’t have more of him.Why is this feeling so intense?He breaks away from our kiss and treats a trail down the side of my neck as he
Mila's POVI could say no, but it’s as if there is a thread between us and he’s tugged it so hard that I can’t help but move toward him. It would have been sexier if I crawled to him across the bed, but since I don’t know where things are going now, I decide to climb down off the bed and walk around it to stand next to him. He looks up at me and then down at his shirt as he slowly unbuttons it. My eyes follow the motion until the last button is undone, and he pulls the shirt the rest of the way off, leaving his toned chest and stomach on display.A second later, he wraps a hand around my wrist and tugs me forward until I’m close enough that he can pull my hand and place it over his injury. He leads my hand across the area, but all I feel is smooth skin and the tense way his muscles are bunched up.“See? You healed me.” He says.I look back at him and see a smirk that I’m quickly associating with him now on his lips.“So there is nothing else stopping me from having you. Right. Now.” H
Julian’s POVMila tries to cover herself, but I snap at her.“Don’t hide yourself from me.” I warn her.Her eyes widen, but she gives me a small nod and relaxes again.“Now, hold still.” I tell her because I don’t want to hurt her.I can tell by the smell of her she’s human, even with the power she possesses. That means I could kill her if I’m not careful and I don’t want to do that. She’s too beautiful and smells too delicious to end in such a brutal way. So I take a deep breath and cover her now naked body with mine and the second our skin touches, my power fluctuates until it becomes a steady pulse of electricity that matches the beating of her heart.My body is reacting to her like it never has to anyone else, but I try not to focus on what that could mean. I think that's just an illusion. She's just too pretty.Right now, all I can focus on is getting some relief.“Ready?” I ask her.Also, something I rarely do, but like I said, I don’t want to hurt her. She nods and I smirk down
Mila’s POVMy body feels sore and my eyes feel too heavy to open, but something feels off. I fight a battle against the urge to get comfortable and continue sleeping, and when I finally open my eyes, I notice Julian isn’t in bed next to me. I lift my head and glance around the room, but I don’t see him. The blankets pool at my waist when I move to sit up and I quickly grab them to cover myself. I look around the room and don’t see any sign that Julian was even here. What I do see is my shredded clothing on the floor.Where did he go?I don’t know what to do. My clothes are ruined, which means I’m stuck unless I can get someone to bring me something. I wrap the blanket around myself and climb off the bed and rush over to my pants to find my phone. When I pull it out of the back pocket, I see a dozen text messages and seven phone calls from my stepmother. Shit.There’s nothing I can do about her until I get some clothes, so I try not to think about that mess just yet. Instead, I pull up
Mila’s POVThere is a soft knock on the door of the room I’ve been hiding out in all morning. I heard movement outside a few minutes after I called Isabella and ran over to the door, locking it so no one would walk in and see me. Since then, I’ve been pacing and running through everything that happened last night in my head. I felt something when I was with Julian, and the way he talked I thought…I thought he felt it too.I’m so stupid.This is why hooking up isn’t a good idea. Not that I’ve ever done this before, but now I understand why this would have been dangerous. As much as I wish, I could say that it was just sex, and it meant nothing…it didn’t feel that way! Still here I am alone with no wearable clothes, and Julian is nowhere to be found. What did I expect? He’s so handsome and has this dangerous aura about him that all girls love.He also owns this place and had more than a few women giving him attention last night. I was just the poor idiot who gave in and slept with him,