The last day of school for this week has arrived and I'm as always enthusiastic. The thought though that had me grinning the last days is our date. I'll finally go on a date with Corbyn and I cannot believe it.

I walk down the hallway as students run around me, the sound of lockers being thrown open and shut, along with the usual chatter travels to my ears. After reaching my locker in the middle of our huge, and bustled with students, corridor, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out before placing it in my ear.

"Hello,"

"Hello Amelia, I'm sorry for canceling our appointment the other day but it was necessary. Would you be able to come today?" Her voice echoes in my ears as I catch a familiar figure in my peripheral vision. I glance in the side looking my charming angel come to me, locking his eyes to mine. A grin finds its way to my lips but I'm broken out of my daydream gruffly.

"It has to me today due to the load of work we have," she explains but the thought of missing Corbyn's game doesn't thrill me.

His forehead creases in concern as she keeps talking and I'm left debating.

"Okay," I agree being persuaded by her final argument. A week earlier of freedom.

"See you later sweetheart," she exclaims and ends the call.

I lean my forehead in Corbyn's chest inhaling his scent.

"Hey, you are you okay?" he asks softly as he wounds his arms around my waist. The low and delicate tone of his voice makes me squeeze into him. I hide my head in the crook of his shoulder, relishing the moment.

He doesn't say anything as his hands caress my back in a comforting way. I glance up to see thoughtful and troubled eyes and press my lips in his.

"I have to go to the Social Service today which means I'll miss your game,"

He nods as if he's thinking but the guilt doesn't settle well with me.

"I'm sorry,"

"It' okay, we'll have plenty more coming up. You have to make it up to me though," he adds staring down at me. For the first time, I notice that the irises of his eyes are even darker blue than the rest and it's absolutely outstanding.

"You'll come to the party afterward." I nod and a grin stretches across his fabulous face.

Before I leave the house in order to start my long walk toward the building of the Social Service, a voice halts me.

My uncle appears in my vision with a grin on his face and my heart starts fluttering at the possibility that he has found the solution I was wishing for.

I enter his office after him and get seated.

"I looked it up and I found something. The lawyer your father had back in Chicago had instructions if something like that happened to your parents. For starters, the house is passed to you as well as some other properties that were written on both of your father's and mother's names. You are their only inherit so all of them are now yours." he explains as I keep peering at his brown eyes with interest. My heart is beating fast waiting to hear the big news that will pretty much define my future.

"Now for the matter of hand, you could sell the properties or your house as you were suggested if your father hadn't done what he did," my teeth are buried in my lower lip in a way to deal with my increasing anxiety.

"He had created a bank account throughout the years in order to gather as much money as he could to be financially able to provide you what you need for your studies. The amount is very big it can't cover all your expenses."

"But you could-" he continues but ideas of coping with my current problem flood my head.

"What if I work during my studies? I was planning on it anyway,"

"That was actually what I thought. But of course, you could sell some of the properties you own. Apart from your house."

A smile creeps onto my face and a feeling of relief and hope unfold inside of me. I let out a breath I was holding in for days and just like that my eyes begin to pool.

"You could take a look at the holdings and think about it. You have plenty of time," he says softly as a tear fall down my cheek. I wipe it away rapidly and smile at my uncle.

"Thank you...thank you so much," I murmur as more tears threaten to escape.

"That's what family is for," His answer makes my lips curve upwards as more tears blur my vision.

He comes to me and wraps his arms around me.

"They were great parents Amelia, and they did everything they could to provide the best for you. Your father was one of the best men I know and ever will. They might be not with us but I want you to remember that you're not alone. You're part of this family now."

The tears slowed down during my walk. The feeling of relief I felt when I heard about my father's plan was like a tap was turned on that I had no idea how to switch it off.

After explaining the news to Mrs. Jordan and answering her usual questions, I was free.

I stand in front of my closet trying to pick an outfit. The party is hosted at the same mansion which means that I know my way and I won't have to worry about that too. The boys left a while ago after informing me about their bright victory that was their ticket to the next session if I understood correctly. At last, I pick to wear a plum dress that ends in the middle of my tights.

This time I'm not surprised by the crowd nor the terrible noise that surrounds the mansion. I walk up the stairs gazing around at people playing games, kissing, talking, and make my way through the wide dabble open doors. The inside is more packed than I had imagined and I bite my lower lip trying to think of a way to get past all those bodies.

The smoke of cigarettes blocks my view as I weasel between adolescents to get to the back garden hoping to find my angel.

I glance at a lot of people staring at me, most of the girls, but I ignore them. News traveled really fast, I know that now. Since the moment we established our relationship and appeared in school holding hands and kissing, we've become one of the most surprising topics of gossip and chatter. Girls have been starting to look at me with narrowed eyes full of hate, anger and jealousy. I don't care though as long as Corbyn is with me. I've been really gladly surprised by the way he handles it. He doesn't care about the staring, the weird looks, the inappropriate comments. Instead, he ignores all of them and focuses only on me, making me the happiest girl.

The back is filled as I search for my angel's gold hair. I see Jacob talking to some guys, Noah with Ana but Corbyn's nowhere to be found. I give up a few minutes later and decide to go upstairs. I regret my decision as I'm trying to pass between a kissing couple that is not interested that they block the way and of course avoid any voice talking to them. I huff at the couple that is literally laid on the staircase kissing each other hungrily.

I head to the room that has the piano hoping to find him here but doesn't have much luck since I'm met with a dark, lonely room.

I start dialing Corbyn's number but his phone goes directly to voicemail. I glance around helplessly but stop when I notice a certain door.

Memories and feelings come back to me recalling what we did in that room. The way he kissed me, the way I touched him, the way his eyes darkened as never before and his words that we won't do anything till I'm ready. I head towards the door thinking about laying till I find Corbyn but...

I open the door and see that the bed is occupied by a couple. A girl with long blonde hair is seated in the boy's legs only wearing her bra as she looks longingly down at the boy that is laid down under her.

Time stops as well as my breath when my eyes meet an extraordinary shade of electric blue that freezes me in place.

Corbyn

His lips part when he sees me standing in the doorway as his forehead creases in shock. From the corner of my eyes, I see as the girl turn to me with a wicked smile covering her lips. The time seems stretched, seconds feel like centuries as I view Corbyn's body under her almost naked one.

I don't know whether to scream at him or cry, though my body gives me a little choice in the matter as I feel tears begin to gather in my eyes before slipping down my cheeks. My chin trembles as I try to keep what little composure I have left. No use.

A sob escapes my mouth and before I realize it myself, I begin running. I hear Corbyn screaming my name but instead of actually stopping me in my tracks, his voice pushes me to run faster and faster.

I'm in front of the wide doors that I previously passed happily thinking about the boy I'm in love with and now sobs have possessed my body causing my weak body to wiggle.

I shut my eyes to clear my blurry vision but I stop as a thought flashes my mind. He'll know that I left and find me immediately. I don't want to see or hear any excuse he has to lie to me more. The thought of Edward turns me around and I find my way between bodies again. I walk out the back and look around for a shelter. I see a small wooden storage room on my right in the back and before I can think about it any further, I run and hide in the back. My back leans in the wall and I let myself slide down and sit on the ground.

Tears sting my eyes as they form and run down at my wet rosy cheeks. Sobs wiggle my body and I put my hand over my mouth to cover my sniffles.

All my insides hurt as I never thought it was possible. It hurts to me to breathe, to move, to think about him or her. The image of them breaks me again as more tears leave my red eyes.

How could he do this to me? I thought we were good together. I thought he was as happy with me as I was with him. But I guess my feelings have made me more silly than I was already.

My whimpers couples my heart's crazily fast beat covering the loud music of the party.

I hide my head in my hands as I rest it on my knee. I'm a mess of cries, sniffles, and a tangle of pained bones, and a broken heart that hurts more than anything else.

I hear a moan and turning on my side, I see a couple kissing and I bottle up another sniffle before it escapes. I wish from the bottom of my broken heart that that was me. I wish that I was kissing Corbyn as I sit in his lap but before my imagination can finish, the thought of the girl sitting in his lap turn my dream into a nightmare.

"It's too late and you know it." A kind of familiar voice is heard and after a few seconds, a tall boy with brown hair and eyes appears, talking to the phone. Jace.

I bite my lips, not wanting to be detected by his friend so hard that I taste blood in my mouth. Unfortunately, the distraction of the small pain doesn't t heal or makes me forget the unbearable pain from my bleeding heart.

"We're done Molly." he retorts as he keeps walking near me. I squeeze my body on the wall of the storage in hopes that he won't see me but at that moment, he turns and his furious eyes met my glassy and sad ones.