Bitter Heart

"Caden Fernando Miller. Hot, notorious and the most famous bad boy of Crestmont High. Attention seekers flirt with him. Idiots fight with him. The ones who are rewarded with a piece of sense, they stay away from him. If you fight with him, you know you'll lose soon. Hot tempered, mysterious and those oh-so hot looks. That's enough for a girl to fall head over heels for him. If only he cared to give a shit about them. Not to forget, he is also the youngest gang leader in New York city with his cruel ways and deadly secrets. Skylar Anderson. She's not a nerd. Or a cheerleader. All she cares about is her family, her best friend, chocolate cupcakes filled with heavenly nutella, and her sleep. Really. She lives a normal and carefree life, trying her best not to flunk Physics. Until she receives a letter in her mailbox......and that normal, carefree life goes right above the clouds."

Crystal · Urbain

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Chapter 22

Skylar's POV

I glared at Caden for the fifty seventh time before looking away. I didn't know how much time had passed since he had dragged me inside my own house - thinking that he could force me to calm down - and I personally didn't care about it.

How could I let him drag me into my own house?

"Come on, Skylar! It has been a whole damn hour." He looked exasperated by now. "Are you going to say something or not?"

I scrunched up my nose ever so slightly and refused to meet his gaze, crossing my arms over my chest and slumping down on the couch I was sitting on. Caden, on the other hand, had stopped pacing and was looking at me now, clearly not happy.

"I'm not going to talk." I stated plainly without giving him a single glance. But when I couldn't have helped it, I peeked at him from the corner of my eyes and saw him running both of his hands through his hair.

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