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At least, it was until they all started to fall in love. Now they have the girls. Well, all except Elliot.
In a lot of ways, he’s the most coveted Heir. Johnathon Eaton’s son. Heir to the Eaton fortune. And one of Saints Cross most eligible bachelors.
Disgust ripples through me. I know the lengths the girls of All Hallows’ would go to in order to secure a match with him. As if he’s nothing more than a prize to be won. But it won’t matter in the end what I do or don’t think.
The second I enter my room, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Millie didn’t follow so I don’t have to worry about her watching my every move. And I don’t expect the girls to show up this afternoon. Not after I told Tally early that I had plans to finish up my English coursework.
It was a lie. I have no plans to do homework.
I have no plans to do anything besides get in my pyjamas and climb into my bed and hope everyone leaves me the hell alone.
* * *
Iwake with a pounding headache, hardly able to lift my head off the pillow.
My dreams were particularly dark and I spent half the night tossing and turning, imagining a dark shadow standing over me. Of course, there was no one there. Only the ghosts that haunt me.
My phone vibrates and I reach over to snatch it off the bedside table. It’s the group chat I’m in with the girls.
Tally: Good morning! Don’t forget we’re going to Dessert Island after classes today.
A small sigh leaves me. It’s obvious she’s doing this for my benefit since she lives with Liv and Raine and could make arrangements over breakfast.
Abigail: I’m not sure I can make it.
Tally: You have to come, it’ll do you good.
Like a slice of red velvet cake can fix a broken heart and make everything better.
Liv: The boys have a thing, so it’ll be girls only.
The insinuation stings. I know it shouldn’t, but I hate that they have to point out things are awkward between me and Elliot.
I don’t reply. It’s too early and I really didn’t sleep well.
Today is going to be hard work. But at least I didn’t do anything stupid last night.
The relief I should feel isn’t there though.
With a heavy heart, I sit up and run a hand through my matted hair. It’s strange to know that if I did suddenly disappear, no one would mourn. Sure, the girls would be upset… for a while. But their lives would go on, their worlds would keep turning.
Mr Porter would probably force everyone to attend a cringeworthy memorial assembly and talk about what a quiet and focused student I was. But there would be nobody to organise my funeral service. Nobody to visit my grave and weep.
I’ll be as alone in death as I am in life.
What a depressing thought.
It’s that knowledge that makes me lie back down and pull the cover over my head.
That knowledge that has my fingers flying across the screen to send Mr Porter an email to let him know I won’t be attending my classes today.
And that knowledge makes the tears come so hard and fast I can hardly breathe.
But maybe that’s a saving grace.
Because right now, it feels like that would be the easy way out.
