Tying Her Laces: The Devil's Submission

hiss of air brakes as it stopped on t

der the weight of her heavy canvas backpack. The August heat was al

reshmen. Her eyes were locked solely on the main bulletin board standing near the en

the board. She stood on her tiptoes, her finger

t out a deep breath, the tight knot in her stomac

drifted exact

n Ast

arrogant letters

absolute despair. Four years. She had spent four years of middle school blissfully

cedarwood washed over her. The hair

ght behind her, completely

e whispered, his breath brushing the s

possibly handsome face. She crossed her arms tightly o

hed out, his long fingers flicking her forehead lightly.

d away, her palm slapp

year," Sloane declared loudly, making sure the

ed uniform pants. He raised a single, challenging eyebrow, looking down at her w

, her heart hammering against her ribs. She was determined to find

dor. She turned the corner and pushed op

rows of pristine desks. She chose one near the back windo

pulling her

next to her scraped loudly

He stretched his long legs out into the narrow aisle, ef

at him, her

" she

ulled out a black noteboo

ked into the room. Her perfect blonde hair bounced wi

an's desk. She flashed a

dripping with honey. "Is the

His face, which had just been smirking

one-word dismissal that in

uick, assessing glare over her shoulder at Sloane. Her eyes narrowed, tryi

tered the room. She clapped her hands

She projected a strict, no-nonsense aura

ng in the quiet room. "I have pre-selected the cl

down at her

V will be your

om. Blair looked back at Julian, her

lite nod to the teacher before sitting back

s Vice President. A quiet, serious gi

chair. Her stomach twis

under her breath. "More

eavy sneaker nudged a

ed slightly

is voice thick with a promise,