I have so many details about her life it makes my head spin, makes my cock hard. Oh, if he only knew the information I have-all of it about defiant, charity case Ava. “Did you know she was coming back? You always know shit.” I want to see what you’ll do, pretty girl.Ĭhance grunts and looks at me, keeping his voice low so she can’t hear us. Students jostle past her, giving her a wide berth. She seems rooted to her place in the hall, sweeping her eyes over us. She came back, she came back, she really did it. I lick my lips, battling internally to drop my gaze from her, feeling baffled by it. “And burn us all down in the process,” Dane mutters. “She’s definitely a spark that just might ignite and catch fire.” I shrug, keeping the movement cool and light.

I narrow my eyes at her, not even listening to him, feeling annoyed by the vulnerable hunch in her shoulders that grows, the one she keeps attempting to straighten as she walks closer to us. “Like you’re fascinated or some shit.” His voice is hushed. Who is she deep down? To walk into this place, eyes lit with a vicious edge. “Why are you staring at her like that?” Chance hisses at me, standing on my other side. My gaze lingers, taking in the tall white socks on her calves. Her red blazer with the Camden dragon crest is draped over her arm, her white blouse snug around the fullness of her breasts. Her skirt is a hair too short by the school guidelines, the hem hitting about three inches above her knee instead of the required two. Small freckles dot over her nose, same as before, but it’s the tense set of her jaw that tells you she’s not the same. Her mouth is frozen in a smirk with bright red, glittery lipstick on her full lips, accentuating the sensual curves there, the paleness of her skin.

Gone is the long blonde hair, replaced with jet black. “Mmmm,” I say, studying her while she isn’t looking. “She’s back,” Dane says, straightening up from the wall, an enigmatic expression on his face, but underneath he’s wary. Even now, I itch to peel the sensation right off my skin. I still remember the day she showed up freshman year, that look of hope on her face, full of optimism that Camden was going to be a new beginning for her. It’s been months since she graced the hallowed halls of Camden with her long, lean legs and big aquamarine eyes.

Dear Ava by Ilsa Madden-Mills