Chapter 19

On the forum, the gossip was still flying, with people saying Elara was no angel. The story of how shed dealt with Lizzie wo spreading like wildfire.

Faced with such obvious provocation, Elara couldn't help but be amused. Maybe to these people, seeing a girl wrapped up in scandal was exactly the kind of drama they craved

She didn't bother getting angry, instead, she calmly asked, "So, you're Crispin Kennedy!

Crispin blinked in surprise, stumbling over his words. "W-what? You know who I am! I, uh, heard you used to you know, take care of Asher Blackwood. Is that true? Shit, you don't have a thing for me, do you? I'm not up for being someone's sugar baby!" He clutched his chest dramatically, like her knowing his name meant she was about to declare her undying love

Elara couldn't hold back her laughter. "Wow. If you don't have a mirror at home, try finding a puddle. Take a good, long look at yourself-me, interested in you? That's a fucking joke" With t

that, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked away without another word.

Crispin, clearly offended, stood there trying to save face. "Hey! You don't have to be so damn mean! Im not exactly hard on the eyes, right?"

She didn't even look back as she climbed into her car and drove of

Left standing there, Crispin's wounded pride slowly turned into a cocky grin. Elara Kensington, huh? Dissing me like that? I'll remember you, sweetheart, he thought grimly.

When Elara got home, she found Lysander already there. After disappearing for a few days, he'd finally decided to show up. Cotton was practically glued to his side, showering him with affection after the long absence.

Elara raised an eyebrow, "So, you're finally done with work?"

Lysander, towering over her, gave a small nod. "Yeah."

She crossed her arms, teasing him. "I was starting to think you'd had enough of tutoring me and were bailing for good." She'd tried a few other tutors lately, but none came close to Lysander's knack for explaining things. Lysander shrugged, brushing off her comment. "No way. I've just been slammed with-

"You don't need to explain." Elara interrupted. "I'm just glad you're still helping me out. If you've got other things to handle. I

get it"

stuck by her, even making sure someone was there to look after her body when everything went down. A few days of him being MLA didn't bother her in the slightest. Lysander gave her a small nod, appreciating

dive back into the lesson, smiled. "Alright

her mind was a whirlwind of questions that had been piling up for days. She needed answers, and she needed

her life depended on it, Lysander just stood there, watching her

fine. Better than fine, actually. All the shit he was going to say

phone buzzed. He glanced down and saw a text

Cupter 19

Lysander might flake last minute, even though he'd already committed. But it wasn't totally unreasonable-Lysander was known to be unpredictable

broke the silence. Tll be

looked up,

a basketball game," he said, like

the second she heard that. "Oh my god!

but inside, he felt a rush of something

she'd been glued to Asher's side, acting like Lysander didn't even exist. Now, hearing

was set for Thursday afternoon, and by the time the day rolled around, the whole school was buzzing. Oakridge High School's team was no joke, and everyone was talking about it.

here. He doesn't even hold a candle to Asher, another girl snapped

and stupidly good-looking. The guy had more fans than

lately, Daphne had been in a bit of a funk. Elara had mentioned something about

firsthand how that shit could mess up lives. But hearing everyone go on about Asher now? That kind of soothed

he was practically a god, and being linked to

her book, completely tuning out the noise

a game, she'd be the first to rally the troops to cheer biggest fan-practically overflowing

it felt almost

then, she

support

and before she

Lysander because he always outperformed Asher in everything-especially exams-always snagging that

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