Ariel Beckham.
I snap the book shut and glare at my phone, lying face down on the table. It’s been on airplane mode for days, and the temptation to turn it on gnaws at me. But no—I can’t. Not yet.
It’s been bloody days. I need to face reality at some point, though. School. Graduation. I have to get my transcripts and academic papers for college. Not to mention the perfume academy attendance. But at least it’s the weekend. No class to miss, no risk of Mr. Derek ruining my chances.
I toss and turn on the bed, staring at the ceiling like it holds the answers to my problems. If I were at the family house, I’d probably be at the convenience store right now, chatting with Hannah or someone else, killing time now that exams are over. This is supposed to be a time of freedom. But here I am, hi
