| 002 | Ruby |

I only went back to school for the finals on the week that followed, as soon as I was done with the tests, I was out of there, and I refused to talk with anyone, especially with Cole, who was on my damn toes to know if his best friend had done something to me or not. The finals lasted five days, as soon as we were done with them, I didn't attend school anymore, and I only went back there to get my recommendation letter from the headmaster, after Hayes passed the finals thanks to me. By then it was June 18th, on a Thursday, and nobody was in school no more, except for the students who were waiting for their recommendation letters, or just for whatever.

I couldn't care less.

Or so, I believed, until I was passing by the empty gymnasium and someone grabbed my arm and yanked me inside the male locker room, which was empty. When I turned to see who it was, I found Hayes there, shirtless and just with his shorts on, black hair wet, chartreuse green eyes darkened with desire. But before I could yell at him or slap his damn face, he grabbed me by my neck and slammed his lips on mine feverously, and there was no fighting, I was still in love with him, and I wanted more.

So, I dropped my backpack and jumped on him, legs lacing his waist to bring me higher up given our height difference that's annoyingly big. In no time we were both naked and he was fucking me under the shower of the locker room, pressing me against the walls, and I was too drugged by him to even care about the fact that he was fucking me raw or that he was about to cum inside me. I couldn't care in that moment, all I wanted was him, I had been dreaming and daydreaming about the night we spent together, and that felt like a goodbye.

I tightened myself around him and gave him my all, one last time, and he took every bit of it. He fucked me harder than before, with more need as if he had also been craving for more since that night back in May, otherwise he wouldn't have grabbed me like that in school. And when he came, we came together, and we didn't stop, I locked him in me and moved my hips, wanting more, knowing it was my last chance to take what I wanted from him.

My mind is hazy about how long we stayed there, I only know that I was exhausted afterwards and could barely stand up, we didn't talk, we just kissed more, for the last time. When we were done, we kept quiet, even after everything, I couldn't look at him, the memory of his rejection still fresh in my mind, the words he used to break my heart still cutting deep. He tried to offer to take me home, I told him to go to hell and never speak with me again, as I was already dressed, I grabbed my backpack and left him there.

When I got home, I had to lie to my stepmother that I had stopped for one last jump in the school pool, when she saw me coming back to the villa with my hair wet. I was never a fan of her, she wasn't evil to me, at all, but she had been my dad's mistress while he was married to my mom, then they divorced when I was 10, he married Helena Brown three months later because she was pregnant, and I have three youngest siblings from her. Connor, who's 10 years younger than me, Cornell, who's 9 years younger than me, and Christina, my only sister, who's also 9 years younger than me because she's Cornell's younger twin.

My father has been living his best life ever since he got with her, she's 25 years younger than him, 20 years younger than my mom, 10 years older than Cole, and 13 years older than me. A gold digger, if you ask me, she wasn't poor but from a middle-class family, she saw the opportunity, got pregnant from a old money heir like my dad, and snatched him from my mom. The difference is that she's never been mean to me, but I have never been able to stand her.

If it wasn't for the fact that father took our guardianship from my mom, I would have been happy to move in with her instead, in London, where she moved to after the divorce and failing to get our guardianship. Mom was from old money, but not from Massachusetts, she was natural from London, so she didn't have much power in the US like dad did, that's why she lost us. She was more suitable than him, though my brother would strongly disagree, since mom never agree with how much of a troublemaker he was, and he always got everything he wanted from dad, because he never gave a fuck about us two.

I also have a feeling he fucked Helena before, because he went from disliking her, to loving having her around and looking at her with desire, the desire of a men who has tasted that woman before and wants more. I wouldn't even be surprised if that was the case, to be honest. That has nothing to do with me, Cole was 18 when we graduated, an event I purposely missed, and he was old enough to know what the hell he was doing.

If that was his way from revenging how dad cheated on mom, so be it.

My acceptance letter from Oxford came on June 30th. I moved out of the US on July 2nd, with no intention of coming back, ever. Definitely not when I got successfully enrolled into Oxford, and this time, it was mom who paid for the tuition, while dad paid for Cole's in Harvard, because he didn't want me to come to Oxford and even less to study English Literature. Well, I didn't want him to remarry the woman he cheated on my mom with, it is what it is, he could cry all he wanted, his desires meant nothing to me, the same way mine didn't to him.

But by August 10th, close to the start of my classes, I got suspiciously sick, and as I was staying in London with mom, she got even more suspicious of me, and I confessed to her that I had slept with Hayes Crowther, twice. She freaked out, but kept it a secret from my father and Cole, but she made me do a test to make sure my suspicious symptoms weren't caused by something hard to hide, and when I did... well, it came out positive. We went to her doctor, who confirmed that I was, yes, pregnant, which whooped me off my feet.

I freaked out, refusing to contact the Crowther family about it, or my father and my brother, or anyone aside from my mother. My first thought was abortion, I won't lie, but my mom was against it, she grounded me, told me she was going to move in with me to Oxford city, and that she would help me have the baby, that she would help me get into the mother's program at Oxford, so I wouldn't need to drop out of my dreamed university, and she would stand by me. She told me that, if I didn't want to tell my dad or my brother, who were far in the USA with their own damned lives, she wouldn't force me, and would stay with me, just us, but that I shouldn't forsake my baby because of fear.

My mom has always been my best friend, so, I listened to her.

Rhett C. Vaughan was born on March 27th of 2016, 01:25 am, on a Sunday, the labour was natural and he was born healthy, strong, looking nothing like me.