Honey on a blade
812 Words
Saint-Laurent Leo
They were all looking at me now—like I was a walking headline.
Claudia Jenkins found dead.
Overdose or murder?
Was Saint-Laurent Leo the last person she spoke to?
Rumors don’t need wings in this school—they run barefoot, loud and fast. By third period, everybody already “knew” Claudia had been sleeping with me. Like it was breaking news. Like it was something new.
Yeah, we’d hooked up. A while back. Before Geni. Before I even knew what love was supposed to feel like. But people didn’t care about timing, they just wanted drama. And I? I was the easiest villain to cast.
I kept my head down in the hallway, jaw tight, hands buried deep in my jacket. I could feel her eyes on me, Genevieve’s. Hot. Confused. Hurt.
She cornered me after lunch, eyes wild with too many questions.
“You slept with her?”
“Leo, talk to me.”
“Did you even care about her? About me?”
But I couldn’t answer. Not like that. Not with the damn walls closing in.
If I told her the truth, she’d only get dragged deeper into this hell I lived in. And if there was one thing I still had left to protect,it was her. Her bright eyes. Her quick laugh. The way she made the world slow down when she said my name.
So I did what I thought would keep her safest.
I shut her out.
I stared past her like she was invisible. Let her scream. Let her curse me under her breath. Let her think I was guilty.
Because what else could I do?
I knew what the silence looked like. I knew how much it hurt. But that was better than her being tied to this… to me.
Only, it backfired. Of course it did.
She stopped trying. Stopped looking. The fire in her eyes turned cold, and every time we passed in the hallway, I felt her stepping further and further away.
And yeah, maybe part of me was mad about that.
Mad that she could believe I’d go that far. Mad that she didn’t fight harder to see past the mask I had to wear. But mostly? I was just… hurt.
Because Genevieve was the first person who ever made me want to be a better man.
And now? She couldn’t even look at me like I was human.
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Genevieve
They say when your heart breaks, it makes no sound. But mine was screaming.
The whole school buzzed with it. Claudia. Leo. Her death. The rumors. The whispers that slithered through the halls like smoke. That they’d been hooking up. That she was obsessed with him. That he’d gotten her killed.
And Leo? He gave me nothing.
No defense. No explanation. Just… silence.
It hurt more than I’d ever admit out loud. I wasn’t stupid. I knew the kind of boy I was falling for. Saint-Laurent Leo wasn’t soft edges and sunshine. He was sharp corners and broken glass. He’d warned me, told me he wasn’t safe. But I’d seen his good parts. I’d tasted them like honey on a blade.
Now I wasn’t sure if I was bleeding or just dreaming.
I had confronted him. Cornered him like my pride told me to.
“Did you sleep with her?”
He didn’t answer.
“Leo, talk to me. Please.”
His face was stone. He didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. Just turned and walked away like I was nothing.
That was worse than anything.
He let me believe it.
Let me think he didn’t care. That it was true. That I was just another girl who’d let his pretty mouth and pretty words pull her into hell.
So I stopped talking to him. Stopped looking at him. But every time I passed him in the hallway, it was like my lungs forgot how to work.
And he looked… wrecked. Not like a killer. Not like someone proud of what he’d done.
He looked like a boy with the weight of the world sinking him fast. And that made it worse because if he didn’t do it, why wouldn’t he just say so? Why wouldn’t he fight for me?
Because maybe… maybe I didn’t matter to him that much after all.
But deep down, under all the hurt and betrayal and second-guessing, I knew Leo. I knew the way he looked at people he didn’t care about and it was never how he looked at me.
He looked at me like I was fire and he’d never seen warmth before.
So why was he icing me out now?
Why did it feel like losing him hurt more than knowing the truth ever could?
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