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School Me Season 4 (Page 1)

She is mine, I won’t give her a chance to say no.

Dainy

Hurt comes in all different forms, times, places and the depth of it varies. For me the way I feel right now, it is the depth of the pain I feel.

That depth goes into my being, it suffocates me from the inside out. It clings to my soul. How did it all come to this, how did my life become so complicated when all I ever wanted was for it to be one of peace. Easy.

I have sat at this window many times before, staring into the distance. Once upon a time, on the days like these, all I wanted to do was sit here, my mind clouded in thoughts of one man, as that said man watched me from the lone seat while he savored his bourbon, sip by sip.

Only today, it is tainted. The rain washes away the remnants of the morning, a mirror to my angry out lash.

“Are you sure?” I ask him.

He is behind me, I know because of his reflection in the glass. His hands in his pocket, forever the refined man. Sabastian was groomed to be an imposing force before he was even born. It runs in his genes, his blood. He will never be any other way, but the man who will hold your world up with just his determination, and bring it crashing down with his will. He will weaken you, and rebuild you until all you see, need and want is him. You can’t deny it, I can’t deny him.

“Yes, the test was negative.” He says, and the relief in my shoulders is nothing compared to the one in my heart.

A month ago, Sabastian had sex with my friend, Victoria Stone. He came clean to me a few days ago. It was then we finally had out talk. We put an end to our silence and a beginning to something more.

Victoria’s pregnancy was the one thing that caused a problem between the two of us. He would have to be there if she was pregnant and I would have to come to terms with how I feel about it. How he felt about Reagan and I.

Reagan, who I haven’t said a word to this last month, besides that we were done. I didn’t even apologize.

School Me S4 is off with a bang. Dainy and Sabastian still have a killer to catch and much more on the final Season of School Me.

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School Me S4 News

Happy Sunday Awesome People

A big welcome to all our new subscribers and a huge hello to all of you awesome Liston Hiller’s. Recently I haven’t blogged for good reason. I have started prepping for Season 4 of Liston Hills.
This season is going to be bigger and better. Thanks to all of you guys for signing up and following the Liston Hills Series. The blog is going to be better as of tomorrow when we kick off with School Me S3 recap. School Me Season 1 and Season 2 is both available for sale online. The links can be found on my website https://shanrk.com . Hard Copies and Paperback will be available sometime this week. Also to the newbies if you haven’t read Season 1 and Season 2 of School Me please follow my youtube page as of tomorrow when I will be posting the content on youtube or purchase the books online. As you guys can see at the bottom is a picture of what looks like a news paper article. I was messing around one of the days with adobe and desygner when I found this news paper article theme. So I got this idea. To make Liston Hills more alive and real, every Saturday starting from March 2nd, I will be doing a news paper article on Liston Hills. I am going to start posting the youtube videos, playlist and everything else on Liston Hills all in the menu button. So take a look and let me know what you think. There will be surprised guests in Season 4 with some giveaways and competitions. Before- I didn’t allow comments on the blog, but this season will be different. You guys are welcome to comment on the blog and as well as send me your emails. And to those of you that one signup below is the subscription link. Just add in your email address and wala you are a member of our Liston Hills Family. I look forward to hearing from you guys and I am so happy that tomorrow has arrived. I have been consumed in the preparations of getting the blog up and ready. So believe me when I say I am excited for tomorrow.

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School Me Season 3 Recap 2

Sabastian

“Didn’t know you were up here.” My father’s voice drives the imminent silence in the room, taking my attention away from the two women as I turn to face him. I slip my hands in my pants pocket mirroring his pose. “Thought I would stay the weekend, since the event is tonight.” I say “Yes, I would’ve thought you’d invite Dainy.” I smile at my fathers attempt to snoop, “Not yet, I never liked catfishing.” He laughs, “It has its disadvantages, but still the best way to catch a big fish.” Shaking my head my smile widens as I move a few steps closer to my father who is standing by the oak stained door. “I’ll keep that in mind old man.” He closes the gap between us. My father is at least four inches taller in height. He puts his hand on my shoulder, making sure he has my full attention. Which he always does. “I’m proud of you son, you did what you had to, you protected her. That is a man Sabastian. Us Delroys, we only love once, she will come back.” He looks pass me when he says that , his mind going somewhere in the past. It isn’t the first time I wonder about his special woman. My grandfather once told me that my father was in love with his best friend, until she fell in love with someone else, a man from the other side of the tracks. I never did know who it was that ripped my father’s heart. He seems to catch his brain somewhere. Dropping his hand from my shoulder, shoving it into his pocket, he smiles tightly. His shadows and secrets there for me to see, but my father is such an accomplished man that even I wouldn’t dare cross him, or question him. “Let’s go have lunch son.” The sound of the Jet sounds the air as he finishes that sentence, and It takes everything in me not to turn around. We sitting downstairs on the deck, the outside breakfast table set with a variety of cheese, fruit , nuts, and cold meat. I’m sipping on my ice tea, whilst my father reads the paper. The Suns rays shinning directly on the swimming pool when my phone chimes. I admit that my first thought is Dainy but that hope quickly dies a humiliating death, she won’t be dialling out as she is with Kylie and one of the things I asked Kylie to do was keep my vixen busy these next two days . “Delroy.” I say, answering the blocked number. “Stop digging or you and your little bitch will be wearing orange suits pretty fucking soon.” The call is cut, and the male raspy voice rings in my ear. I remain cool and collective even though I am completely pissed off. My father remains reading and I push my chair back in a polite manner. “Not finishing your tea? Did Sheila make it too sweet ?” My father asks not dropping the paper from his face. “Tea was lovely as always, I’ve got some business needing my attention, I will see you tonight dad.” I button up my suit jacket and walk around the house. My mind, body, even my blood is wanting to run and track this fucker down, then destroy him. Nobody threatens my Vixen and gets away with it. As I round the corner phone still in my hand I speed dial Kent. “If it can’t wait until next week don’t let me know. I’m stacked,” He says in greeting. Normally I find his dry sarcasm slightly amusing, today somebody I don’t now got a hold of my number. Today some strange man threatened Dainy. Today I think I just might have found out who killed Gina. “Meet me at the cabin, someone just threatened Dainy.” I put the phone down but not before I hear his muttered fuck. “So what’s happening with Dainy?” He takes a sip of the whiskey he opted for, walking closer to the couch I am currently sitting on. I shrug, keeping my eyes on him, whilst my right index finger idly plays with the rim of the glass I have placed on the armrest, “Told you, somebody threatened her.” “I thought you got Kylie playing bffs’ with her this weekend, how the fuck does she get threatened when she practically has the mafia and the Satan Sniper’s guarding her every move.” He takes a big gulp of his drink stretching his neck. “They are not guarding her, and the mafia isn’t guarding anyone, they merely playing i-spy on Kylie for Vincent, there is a difference. I got a call thirty minutes ago from an anonymous male man. Said I should stop digging or Dainy will be wearing an orange suit.” “Fuck, how did this become so complicated?” He walks toward the three seater directly opposite me in three long strides, and sits down in a Kent fashion. “One small lie and now what? How long are we going to keep running in circles , lying , deceiving people?” “As long as it takes since when did you have a problem with it?” He finishes off his warm whiskey, “Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining. Hell, cut me in, not like I have a choice but if the choice was there. Pick me, It’s just that this shit is going to bite us in the ass and I’m going to be the one cleaning this fucking mess up.”
A Delroy always protects their own
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School Me Season 3 Recap

Dainy

It’s been two weeks since my dad became the prime suspect in the Gina Lorne’s case. One week since I’ve seen Sabastian. We spent the day together after my dad made bail. I enjoyed it as one would pleasurable chaos. We laughed, we fought, sharing glances of heated history, while quietening with still very open wounds and it all felt natural. But I didn’t forget, I didn’t drop my shields I had built around myself , a protection against my curse, a protection against Sebastian Delroy and his binding touch. Sabastian dropped me at home that same day, and it was three days after that when I saw him again. It was the day him, Jace Stone and my brother finally moved into the monstrosity across the road from my house. As a good sister and friend I offered to help him unpack. We didn’t finish until late the next morning. It was four days after that when the schools communications app sent out messages of the house party Jace was throwing. Jace was Reagan’s cousin so I wasn’t surprised my boyfriend insisted we go and it was definitely a party to remember. Sabastian spent that night hounded by beautiful women and eventually left to his room with Ashley Herne. I can’t say I was okay with that but I didn’t really get a choice in the matter. To Sabastian, I was the biggest fraud, I was sleeping with his friend. Recently I wasn’t sure how much of friends Reagan and Sabastian actually were. Watching him go to his room with Ashley ripped my heart but also angered me, stealing something away from me, knowing that he was upstairs touching another girl. It took everything in me to not run upstairs and disrupt them. However, it was a firm reminder that Sabastian wasn’t mine. As for Reagan and I? There is a common phrase , hurt me with the truth, never comfort me with a lie. It seems to be a constant reminder of failures in my relationship with Reagan. Every morning I look at him , every morning I smile a lie of deceitful intent. I used to crave just having his hands on me, but even that too has become tainted. I don’t hate lying and as many would convince themselves they do I would not, because lying will eventually be the strongest tool I have once Reagan finds out about my involvement with his dead mother. I do however despise the idea of doing it to protect myself against my own boyfriend. The same boyfriend that brings me cherries every morning. The guy that whispers delicious sensual promises in my ear at night. There are mornings when I wake up and ask myself will today be the day that Reagan finds out the truth. I’m not going to make it easy for him if he does. Reagan can’t just leave me. I have wanted Reagan Orniel since I started liking boys. I loved the guy. He was my neighbor, my friend and now finally he is my lover. It isn’t the first time I think that, does my heart and mind go to war. My heart always beats faster, harder when Sabastian is around, or he crosses my mind. But my mind , my mind warns me of his hurt, of the pain and power he wielded over me. My mind cautions me of the moment he destroyed me without even a shred of guilt, he didn’t even have to face me, touch me. “Dainy, Get your ass down here now, we gotta move bitch.” That Southern belle voice perks me up, and brings my mood to a high. I’m just sitting on my bed and staring at the blank, blackened screen of my phone. My denim shorts pulled up to the top of my thighs. My white vest blocked by the fan of my open blonde hair. Upon hearing that voice I am off my bed and rushing out the door in less than a minute. My feet take the stairs two at a time and right there by the end of the staircase dressed in tight hip hugging black denims , boots, and a body every woman envies and every man dreams about is Kylie fucking Bray. We hug each other, and it isn’t new to me that my face goes right to breasts. “Are we living or dying? You said eleven it’s nine.” I take a step away from her embrace giving her eyes my own. Since the night Reagan went missing Kylie and I have become closer friends. At first I found it weird she was calling me up, I mean she is a Bray, and it’s Kylie, She is a legend what would she want with me. But I soon learnt that she just wanted to be friends. This weekend would be the first one I spend at her place in Washington, it is why she’s currently standing in my house and my bags are packed by the door.

Sabastian

Many men have fallen in the face of grace, many women wallowing under the scrutiny of pride. For me it was not grace that caused my fall, it was the hero complex. The masculine curse to do the right thing. Self sacrifice as some call it. A laugh bubbles up in my mind at how stupid it sounds. With it a deep fire of hatred burning me from the inside, reminding me. I left Liston Hills , I left Dainy and all my friends behind for one thing, one reason. I was protecting them. I was protecting her most of all. Now look at me, I have lost more than I bargained. My Vixen is still out of reach, hurting me, pushing the blade deeper until I have nothing left but hatred, yet I still protect her. These past few weeks I have taken more females to my bed than I had in the past year. I look at myself in the mirror wondering if I am the beginnings of a monster. I am capable of murder, I am capable of hatred and revenge. And everyday, a longer wait for my Vixen is everyday my heart freezes , closes. I stare out the window of the third floor of The Delroy Mansion watching Dainy jump into the Jet, but my eyes don’t pause on her as they normally do. My eyes go to the jaded one, that was once like me, Kylie Bray. She once loved, not long ago and now look at her. She smiles when she feels the need to, does as she has to, but behind it all she is as hard as a steel volt. I saw Kylie a few weeks back, with Dainy, Jace and Dexter. I barely recognized the Bray heiress. Her eyes that once flickered with youth, love, passion and a drive for life ,were dim, dying a painful excruciating death. I saw Kylie again this morning when she landed upon my request to get Dainy away from here for the weekend. She didn’t give me any of her false pretenses, she kept for some people. She let me see the death in her eyes, the monster she was slowly becoming. I wasn’t surprised, because my father and many of our fathers have that same look. We are born in money , but we are cursed in love. People like us aren’t happy. We are too greedy. Lies, become more lies, murder becomes a natural part of life and the secrets, the secrets pile up. They eat away at our soul. Until we are nothing but a shell of hard shield. Honed to keep moving, driven to succeed. And no matter who, or what stands in our way we are taught that there is no other way but to remove the obstacles.
That is the end for today. Stay tuned tomorrow. Same time. Same Place. And Welcome to All our New Liston Hiller’s

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Book Release Dates

Hey Everyone.

Welcome all the new bloggers and subscribers that have recently joined our Liston Hills family.

I love it when I open my laptop in the morning and see new people have subscribed.

Thank you all for the emails yesterday, I will reply as soon as I can.

So I was thinking about this yesterday. The release dates for the books. So many of you are waiting patiently for Beauty’s Breath and Capo Dei Capi.

So I will release Beauty’s Breath on Tuesday this week. Capo Dei Capi will follow on January 25th and Diamond’s story February 15th.

I am busy with some posters and ads for the Website. Maybe I will try my luck again on the Youtube videos.

Thanks for reading and have an awesome Smurf Monday.

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School Me Part 4 News

Hey Everybody

So almost two years ago I started this journey of writing.

At first I was lacking in a lot of areas and by blogging I was able to learn and understand the do’s and don’ts pertaining to creating a story.

WITH THE LISTON HILLS SERIES POSTING A PAGE A DAY WAS HARDER THAN I THOUGHT.

Now that we are almost completed the first novel ‘School Me Sabastian’

I just want to say thank you to all of my fellow bloggers and my loyal subscribers for joining me on this journey.

You guys are amazing. When i read some of the emails I get my heart throbs in wonder that you guys have actually took time to send me some of your amazing stories, or the short emails of how you love Liston Hills.

And that is all I need. 😊

Recently I have been swimming in chaos trying to sort out the amount of work I have to do to prepare for School Me Part 4.

I have also noticed the amount of new people that join my blog posts and Subscribers list everyday.

And I want to do a recap of School Me Part 1 to 3. So I have decided to make a small Video for you guys and I will leave it on my website.

So School Me Part 3 ended and School me Part 4 will be coming November 2018 and hopefully I will hear from you guys soon.

I am still accepting comments and suggestions for Liston Hills. So don’t be shy to send those emails 😊

Be the greatness, achieve your goals and live the life you wish to without a worried mind 😊

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School Me News

Hey guys

So it has been a while since I have posted anything about anything really.

Writing my books have taken up all my time(sorry). I have started this blog post and stopped over a thousand times over (I am exaggerating maybe it was close to 50), but sometimes my words just don’t come out like they should(perks of a human being).

I have read through the past three seasons and see we have come along way from School Me Part 1.

But for all of you wondering – School Me Part 4 will be returning on November 1st, 2018.

I will do a recap of the previous 3 parts before that and put up some teasers and adverts.

The previous 3 seasons are over, in season 1 we had our introduction, in season 2 we had our storyline taking off, and season 3 we reached our climax and the fourth season will be the conclusion of book One which is going to be titled and published as School Me Sabastian. Next year we will commence with the Liston Hills series Book 2 Study Me.

School Me part 4 will have 60 pages over a course of three months and will be available straight on your emails (No Spam).

It has been almost two years since I have started the blog and from 30 people we have now increased to 2400 people and counting which is amazing.

Previously many of you have been asked to post suggestions on my website, but from November you guys may post comments on the blog as well as email me.

Last year was a very difficult year for me as I had a lot of personal issues going on and I was unable to blog all the time.

I am happy to say that this season we will not experience those issues.

I will also be blogging more about other topics from now until November.

As well as some advice on writing. I have been reading some authors blogs pertaining to ‘their advice about publishing and writing books’ and while many are really informative I find a lot of them discourage New Authors.

I am a firm believer of optimism as well as results(More on that next week).

Back to School Me News, I was thinking about making a youtube video trailer for School Me and I am keen on hearing all your opinions.

So do let me know what you think. I am always interested in your ideas and suggestions.

A warm welcome to all our new subscribers and a big thank you everyone else for sticking around and reading Liston Hills (School Me) and actually taking time to send me lenthy emails. You are Amazing and I couldn’t have asked for a more loyal Group of people. So thank you all

 

 

 

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School me p3 (page 34)

Dainy

My thoughts of Sabastian must cloud my vision because I see him across the field walking to the other side of the school. I look at Reagan again and see he is chatting to the guys and coach.

“I’ll see you ladies tomorrow.” I grab my water and back pack and rush to Sabastian. I am half running, half walking.

He can’t see me and I don’t know why it makes me angry but it does.

“Sabastian.” He turns slowly, his face not showing a slight hint of surprise at seeing me here.

“What do you want?” He slips his hands in his pocket and stands there, not blinking, not even looking at me properly.

“What’s going on with you. Is it about Gina?”

He drops his head, “nothing that concerns you. See you tomorrow.” He turns his back again to me which is not what Sabastian does.

“Sabastian.” I run to him and pull on the back of his suit jacket.

He turns around so fast I almost trip but he grabs a hold of my upper arm.

“Go home Dainy, please just go.” He drops my arm. His face twitches.

“Not until you tell me why you ignoring me!” Wherever I went today he has turned and walked the opposite way. Now, while I might be okay with that on any other day, today is just not that day.

“I’m not in the mood Dainy.” He answers in such a tired way that it hurts me. I frown when he drops his eyes again. Which I find odd as I know Sabastian and Sabastian Delroy never drops his eyes when he talks to me.

And though I know about the fight, I also know that he would not feel guilty about fighting with Reagan. Because Sabastian doesn’t have a guilty conscience. Something else is up and while I tell myself that I shouldn’t care that I shouldn’t feel anything for this man who I once loved. Who left me without so much as a goodbye. A man that forgot about me so fast that it felt as though all our memories were just that- memories.
I know I do, I can’t stop myself. God help me because I feel so much for Sabastian. More than I should.

His eyes that are so familiar still refuses to look at me.
“Why won’t you look at me Sabastian.” I ask him and I know the need in my voice is for me. I want him to see me.

“I can’t Dainy. I just can’t look at you.”

“Do you remember that day in the cabin you told me that the only way to give a person a chance, is to tell them when they hurt you. ”

“Yes, how could I forget.”

“You are hurting me Sabastian by not even looking at me, you are hurting me.”

“But looking at you Dainy it hurts so much worse.” His eyes find mine as the sharp edge of his soft spoken words slay me more than the torture in his gaze.

I run, going as fast as I can. I trip, stumble and catch myself. It is a bleary mess, as the tears that track down my cheeks. The excruciating pain I am in is enough to stop my breathing. Why does he do this? Why does he say the things that he does? Why does it affect me so bad that I crumble.

A few months ago I convinced myself that I hated Sabastian but I know I just hate myself for loving him, for not been able to move past him past us. Even with Reagan, the boy who had me way before Sabastian ever did.

It is no wonder I run to the other side of the school to our secret place behind a forty year old tree.

My knees hit grass and my bag takes a fall. My face goes into my hands and I hail, it’s my cry of shame. A call for a return of the punishment that has become my life.

Hands wrap around my knees, cradling me in. A familiar scent reminding me of memorable times. I bang at his chest as I also breathe the deep scent that is his. The one scent I know for certain can’t break my heart this bad.

“I got you Dainy, it’s gonna be alright. I’m here.”

“Aiden, it hurts so bad. Why me.”

“He’s hurting too, you both gonna keep hurting each other like this until you talk it out.”

“I agree.” That voice comes from behind me. I turn my head from my brothers chest to look at Sabastian standing there.

I want to refuse but I know deep down that it is time we finally had that talk that I have dreaded since I saw him a few months back at this very same spot.

“Go with Dainy, I’ll cover with Reagan. Don’t hurt Delroy.” My brother warns him as i get up and grab my bag and kiss my brother on his cheek.

“I parked at the back, this way.” Sabastian says and I follow.

Hey guys… So things ARE heating up with Dainy and Sabastian. There is still a killer on the loose. And the people in Liston Hills aren’t too happy about it. 😊 Find Out what happens in The Final Part of School Me coming soon. 🐮

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School me p3 (page 33)

Dainy

Our squad was looking great. Rehearsals were flawless.

“That was great guys. How are the auditions coming? Did you manage to snatch any new talent worth seeing from any of the transfers?” I ask Candice who is standing next to me tying up her red hair as her brown gaze tracks over the football field.

“No, but Jessica found two newbies, one was a gymnast.”

“Nice.” I say as I spot the unmistakable man that is my boyfriend. I give him a wave when he catches me staring.

It was freaking hot today. The boys must be dripping from practice. Their locker room is going to be steaming and the reason for that is not hot water.

“tell Jessica to bring them here after school tomorrow. Let’s field test them.”

When Tammy Odell attended Liston High Private in 1982 she came up with the brilliant idea called ‘A field test.’ Instead of the girls trying out with new moves ‘which anybody could learn WITH the right teachers’, the newbies would have to survive a training session with the football Jocks. Test their endurance, we test their mind. A strong mind-set has kept us raining champion for years. And it is the funniest thing to watch. I know I had to do it myself.

I remember that day. It was the first day Sabastian looked at me different. The day he looked at me as If I belonged to him.

Freshman year

“Dainy, you not listenin’ Sienna and Tash are joining us. Liam better not be there. Oh my gosh , did you notice how hot he’s looking. Fourteen is definitely his number. I am drooling right now.” Rae slams the locker door.

“If I’m droolin’ now, how am I supposed to concentrate? I’m sure Jace and Aidy will be there maybe they can distract him.”

I roll my eyes as I slip my bag on my shoulders.
“They are both in the team. I heard Liam is thinking of joining.”

She does a silent scream as her eyes light up with glee. “Did he say that.”

“Yeah, he also said that he would risk your brothers wrath if he didn’t have to answer to Kylie about why he was talking to her sister.” Rae cringes at that one. Yes, A Stone is a Stone. It is hard to be the youngest let alone a girl in a family dominated by Texan men. Let alone have a sister that every guy in our school feared.

Kylie Bray was our school leader and I wanted to be just that. To us ‘a very small group’ we knew her as a laid back, chilled senior who was dating Dexter Kent, a junior. Who actually made it past her brothers. Well David and Michael Stone. I don’t think he would have survived Kevin Stone.

“Ladies it’s go time, asses in the field now.” Kylie Bray screams from the hallway.

“Weren’t we supposed to meet after school ?”
I question Rae.

She smiles at me, “It’s Kylie, when does she ever follow the rules?”

I shake my head and laugh, as Kylie saunters off.

Two weeks in school and I am finally going to be a cheerleader. It’s exciting stuff. I will finally be close to Reagan.

We walk to the open field from the back door of our school. There is about maybe eight of us with the two already waiting for us outside by the benches.

It is good weather now, I know that is going to change eventually once ten o’clock strikes.

I see the football team as I get closer to the stands. They are huddled behind a tree.

“Oh my gosh, Is that Sabs making out with Rita, yuck, gross.”

My eyes instantly look across the field and yes. I would notice Sabastian from a mile away. That guy made me want to throw things at his head. I don’t know why I still even spoke to him.

I watch him , his hands are holding Ritas against her back. He can’t even kiss a girl without manhandling them. What did women see in him. Oh i knew. He was the epitome of bad boy. Add WITH his billions that he would one day inherit. He had all the gold diggers around school falling at his knees.

The longer I watch, the angrier I become. I don’t even think about it as I walk across the field. I certainly don’t spend an ounce of regret when I get to him and smack his head.

“What the fuck.” He spins around and seems to take a step back and into Rita when he sees me.

“What do you want Dainy.” He asks me in dreary tone that makes me feel small.

Rita with her black hair and caramelized skin gives me a wicked smile full of satisfaction when I look at her. SHE is tall, and a senior in the schools cheerleading squad.

“I already got it.” Not sure why I am hurt by his words so much but I spin around and walk away. I am half way to the field when his familiar fingers grabs me from the back of my arms.

“Hey, stop.” He says as he practically spins me around.

“leave me alone Delroy.” I yelp maybe a bit too loud. Another boy would take a step back or drop his arm. Sabastian Delroy is not another boy. He is a boy that wears a suit to school because he can. Sometimes it is bow ties and purple ties. Today he is in a beige linen suit, minus the tie and add in a white shirt and it just pisses me off that he has to be so cute and such an ass at the same time.

“Dainy.” Kylie screams from across the field.

“Let me go Delroy.” I try to free my arm.

“I’m not done! You can’t just interrupt me and throw that kind of fit and walk away Dainy.”

“I already did, too bad.”

“Sabastian move it.” Kylie says from closer this time.

“Give me a minute Kylie.” He says to her but doesn’t stop looking at me. At the back of my mind I’m thinking ‘wow’ did he just stand up to Kylie Bray.

“I’ll give you all the time you need sugar, but Ms Hallow here doesn’t get the same deal. Dainy, move your ass to the field, Sabastian get your hands off the frighten girl. SHE ain’t ready for your brand of crazy yet.”

“Not yet.” He says it as a promise, of what I don’t know. And I swear I feel the brush of his thumb on the underneath of my arm before he lets it go. I turn around instantly and run toward the girls and Jocks across from me. I turn my head and see Sabastian standing in the middle of the field. His hands are in his pocket and he is staring at me. A cold shiver runs up the arm he griped just a minute ago.

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School me p3 (page 32)

Lizzy

My phone beeps with a message and I turn on my back and slip it out of my pocket. The phone doesn’t budge from the said pocket.

“Need help with that?.” Mason asks, and I can’t help myself when

I start laughing, “That is the lamest, yet most fitting ‘Can I take your panties off’ pickup line I have heard to date and believe me

I have heard my fair quota.” I say all this while I wiggle my phone out of it’s snug hole, with my butt slightly lifted from the carpet.

He laughs and I have the most goofiest smile on my face as I pull my Iphone free. My eyes drop to the screen. My mood taking a nose dive when I see it is a text from my mother.

‘Don’t think i’d be home tonight. GSTD.’ GSTD. It isn’t the fact that my mother didn’t even say hi or offered a smiley face as mothers do. It was the letters GSTD.

“Hey Liz you okay?” I fling my phone on the sofa beside me as I hear Mason talk.

“My dad used to send me messages when I was on break at school. He always asked me what I was doing. Believe it or not but me and friends never lasted,, my dad knew and he always tried to make up for it. When ever I asked him what he was doing he’d reply GSTD, Got Shit to do. He said that my mother taught him that one, he said it always cracked him up. Today was the first time I have seen those alphabets in a text since he died.”

“I’m sorry about your dad.”

“Yea me too.”

“Since I got here , I cant stop wondering if my mother had anything to do with it.” I wouldn’t put it past her. She always had a knack for being in the wrong place, but so did my dad.

I need to come to terms with that if I am going to find any answers, he was never a straight line lawyer. He liked meddling in things that he shouldn’t. I mean he did after all marry my mother.

“Ok, where is your head at?” Mason asks me with a really charming smile. He has this square, very Masculine face and it isn’t the first time and I doubt it would be the last that my stomach flutters.

” Nothing of importance, did Dexter tell you what time you coming” I say abruptly, twisting this no verbal conversation to where it needs to go. An actual conversation.

“Yep, another hour. I wanted to talk to you before everything got so serious.” He says.

My eyes shoot up to his and he practically melts my insides when he winks. I don’t hide my blush as I drop my gaze to the carpet. It is a shame that Mason Bray is such a manwhore or else I would so get in there.

My phone beeps with a message and I turn on my back and slip it out of my pocket. The phone doesn’t budge from the said pocket.

“Need help with that?.” Mason asks, and I can’t help myself when I start laughing, “That is the lamest, yet most fitting ‘Can I take your panties off’ pickup line I have heard to date and believe me I have heard my fair quota.” I say all this while I wiggle my phone out of it’s snug hole, with my butt slightly lifted from the carpet.

He laughs and I have the most goofiest smile on my face as I pull my Iphone free. My eyes drop to the screen. My mood taking a nose dive when I see it is a text from my mother.

‘Don’t think i’d be home tonight. GSTD.’ GSTD. It isn’t the fact that my mother didn’t even say hi or offered a smiley face as mothers do. It was the letters GSTD.

“Hey Liz you okay?” I fling my phone on the sofa beside me as I hear Mason talk.

“My dad used to send me messages when I was on break at school. He always asked me what I was doing. Believe it or not but me and friends never lasted,, my dad knew and he always tried to make up for it. When ever I asked him what he was doing he’d reply GSTD, Got Shit to do. He said that my mother taught him that one, he said it always cracked him up. Today was the first time I have seen those alphabets in a text since he died.”

“I’m sorry about your dad.”

“Yea me too.”

“Since I got here , I cant stop wondering if my mother had anything to do with it.” I wouldn’t put it past her. She always had a knack for being in the wrong place, but so did my dad.

I need to come to terms with that if I am going to find any answers, he was never a straight line lawyer. He liked meddling in things that he shouldn’t. I mean he did after all marry my mother.

“Ok, where is your head at?” Mason asks me with a really charming smile. He has this square, very Masculine face and it isn’t the first time and I doubt it would be the last that my stomach flutters.

” Nothing of importance, did Dexter tell you what time you coming” I say abruptly, twisting this no verbal conversation to where it needs to go. An actual conversation.

“Yep, another hour. I wanted to talk to you before everything got so serious.” He says.

My eyes shoot up to his and he practically melts my insides when he winks. I don’t hide my blush as I drop my gaze to the carpet. It is a shame that Mason Bray is such a manwhore or else I would so get in there.

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