Trapped under her father's iron rule, Guinevere yearns for freedom. When she crosses paths with Nick, the charismatic school heartthrob. Guinevere is handed a tough choice of chasing this high school crush or follow in her father's footsteps of busi...
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"Soo Nick, i was in conversation with Marcus, you know the new team joiner, and he said- you wasn't seeing the coach after school yesterday, so where was you?"
"no where man"
"nowhere? how can you be no where?"
"Damn it Chris whats with all the questions, you Sherlock Holmes today or something" we sat in my car in silence, the he looks at me,
" was you- fucking someone in the library?!" he asks all giddy, groaning in mild frustration i take my keys out the ignition and step out, leading Chris to follow, i lock the car and we head into the higher year cafeteria to miss the morning rush traffic like usual.
Sat on the U shaped couch was no other then Tyler and Elliot, Chris slams down Lounging on the sofa, I join next to him putting my bag at me feel pulling out my phone from my sport joggers, I open twitter and see our school posted by the leading American news, I click, scrolling seeing a photo of the team all celebrating, and underneath a title stating ' The Shows'
Sliding down on the screen they showed videos of the starting performance cheerleaders and then our home team's performance- and photos, perfectly captured the best moments, and in the spotlight- Guinevere,
"Nick was with a lady friend last night" Chris announced like it was hard evidence, snapping my attention from my phone, glaring I look at him, he knows I want to kill him right now, he just smiles,
"I was talking to the coach after school" I say as blunt as possible like I did to my brother,
"Nope, Marcus told me remember"
"Oh shut it Chris"
"Was it pyramid girl?" Asks Elliot wiggling his eyebrows
I snap "No"
"No need to put your defences up Nick- it's okay" Elliot pauses "but was she good?"
I stand snatching my bag from the floor "Fuck off" And with that I'm straight back out of the cafeteria on my way to the classrooms attached to the gym.
'No one's gonna take my soul away I'm living like Jim Morrison Headed towards a fucked up holiday Motel sprees, sprees and I'm singing "Fuck yeah, give it to me" "This is Heaven, what I truly want" It's innocence lost Innocence lost'
I recognise that song, gods and monsters. I only know that because of my cousin, she's obsessed with Lana Del Rey. But why on earth would it be blasting from the hall at this time in the morning. Curiosity kills the cat because I walk up to the door looking though the glass to see someone dancing in a nude coloured body suit, a mix of gymnastic and ballet dancing, jumping, rolling on the floor, backflips, front flips. I'm in a trance, she moves so gracefully, the door creaks as I lean trying to get a better look of this dancer, her head snaps, I gasp, she gasps and before I can blink she's picked up her speaker and disappeared.
