"Hey, Silver." Eric approached me as I threw my things into my locker with his typical butter-wouldn't-melt smirk.
I'd been back in Willow Lake for a month now. I was settling in, but there was a big part of me that longed for the home I once knew, or to be back in London.
The only real reason I was finding it bearable was because of Mahala and Hannah. In ways, they reminded me of Daisy and Elise, just a little different, although that also caused me to miss my old two best friends.
"Why do you keep calling me that, Eric?" I sighed as I looked at him with my blood red coated lips in an unamused pout.
"Because your hair is silver." He replied with a tone that suggested it should have been obvious, "You know, you look smoking hot in that corset and those trousers, a t
