Chapter 2

• "Abigail, wait!" I turn around just in time before opening the door to see Lucy, the closest girl I've ever been to, running towards me with her books in hand. Her brown curly hair bouncing off her shoulders as she tries to hold her glasses from falling off.
• She grabs hold of my arm when she's close enough as she tries to catch on her breath while I swipe my palm down my face to get rid of any evidence that I had been crying.
• "Damn, I have been calling you. What the hell is going on? Where are you heading to?" She raises her brows as her hazel eyes move Over my shoulder and I give her a small smile, pulling on the straps of my bag tighter.
• "I'm heading home. I don't think I'm feeling too well. "
• My heart hurts. That's weird. You were fine moments ago until you had to go to the bathroom. You should go then, I would have walk you home but I have math as my next period and you know how I feel about that subject.
• "She groans, readjusting her glasses, and I let out a soft chuckle, raising my hand to ruffle her hair to which she responds with a glare-just like she always does.
• Now, there’s no special back story about how Lucy and I became friends. She didn't save me from bullies and I didn't spend my childhood with her like all those fictional characters.
• Our friendship is no special one; We met here and realized we both had some common interest in things, then we clicked off.
• "Hey! Don't mess up my hair!"
• She warns, smoothing her hands down her hair and readjusting her glasses once more before her gaze falls back on mine and for some weird reason, she tilts her head to the side almost as if she's examining me or something.
• "Have you been crying, Abigail" Fuck. Is it that obvious?
• "What? No! Of course not! Why- why would I be crying?" I laugh, swiping my hands all over my face to smooth the slightly damped skin.
• "I'm not. It's just your imagination". She raises her brows at me before shaking her head.
• "You look like you've been crying though, there are wet trails over your cheeks; that isn't lying. This isn't just about you being sick, is it? Something happened?"
• "You should go get ready for your next period, Lucy. Nothing happened, really. I told you, I'm just not feeling well. " I shrug and she stays silent, her eyes studying my face before she nods.
• "You're probably right. I will leave, but please phone me once you get home safe. Don't worry about me." I nod.
• "By the way, have you spoken to Alvin? I saw him earlier and,” I wish I could tell her the truth about everything but no I’m not going to tell her anything.
• "I really need to get going, Lucy. I'll let you know once I'm home! Bye!" I dash out the door before she could say anything else.
• I'l rather not listen to anything that has to do with him.
• That mother-fucking two faced cheating bastard. The two faced cheating bastard I fell blindly in love with. When I said I was going to head home. I had two plans.
• One is to get a large bowl of ice cream and drown me in the shitty world of heart aches and heart breaks
• Two. Try to figure out what the fuck went wrong with me. Why I wasn't enough for him.
• Why I'm never enough for anyone. What I didn't expect is the first thing I'll see to be the flawless face of my fucking brother.
• "What are you doing here?”
• The words leave my parted lips before I could stop to think about what I was about to say and Vince raises his eyebrows at me.
• "What do you mean, what am I doing here? I live here, baby sister, or am I not allowed to come here any longer?"
• He smirks, opening the door wide open for me to come in, which is exactly what I do with my eyes still following his movements.
• Why did he have to be here all days? I'm very sure he would make a big deal out of me coming home earlier than I should.
• "Aren't you supposed to be at school or something?"
• "You're the one to talk. "
• He crosses his arms against his chest, as Cowl set upon his beautiful face that I would like to at least throw a punch at one day, Maybe that will stop everyone from making me feel so less of myself because of my pertect brother.
• It's really unhealthy to have these thoughts when the said brother does nothing but cares deeply about you, even though he's being a jerk sometimes. I know Vince truly cares about me, but that isn't always enough, and I sometimes blame him for all this.
• Even if he tries his possibly best to protect me from it, people will always view me as the little sister that lives in the shadow of her perfect handsome brother whiIe used to not care about, until it got to a point where they started toying with my feelings or where the girls he had fucked and dumped took their anger out on me.
• Being the little sister to the biggest playboy at Westwood high doesn't always come easy when you're nothing like your brother and Alvin is just the height of it all.
• "Are you just going to stand there and stare at me?”