all of them.” He said shuddering just as the bell rang.
“We’ve got Bachman for home economics.” Noah said.
“I’ve got Girard for French. We should go. I don’t want to be late again.” Sienna sighed. The trio went their separate ways through the crowds of bustling teens all eager to get to class. Sienna navigated her way around what looked like the entire football team who had just come in sweaty from practice. She wrinkled her nose, as she had to literally duck before she was forced to endure her first kiss with a senior’s sweaty armpit. God forbid. She shuddered. She squeezed past an oblivious-to-the-world-sickly-sweet-Romeo-and-Juliet-shove-your-love-in-someone-else’s-face couple intent of exchanging as much saliva as they could before a teacher came along and was forced to hose them down or pry them apart.
Within seconds the sea of pubescent stench, teenage angst and sexual frustration parted allowing Sienna to dart to the end of the hallway in to the safe zone near just outside her French class. She had her hand on the door handle just as something in the distance caught her eye.
He was tall, dark-haired, dark clothes, same dark eyes and chiseled cheekbones and a jaw that looked like it was carved from stone. It couldn’t be? He was too far away for Sienna to really be sure, but from the way her stomach churned and the speed rate of her heartbeat she knew she already had her answer. He was back. Logan Jackson was back to torment and tease her with his gorgeous face, impeccable wit and charisma. It had been two years since she had seen him last. Since his family had shipped him off to a fancy prep school somewhere in the city. She had known him all her life, since meeting in the sandbox in kindergarten, all throughout elementary and middle school they had been practically inseparable, then it came to high school and off he went without a word, without so much as a goodbye just like her father.
Her heart lay heavy in her heart with the comparison. What was it about her that drove all the men in her life away? She flinched as she saw the reflection in the window inside the classroom. She tentatively touched her black eye. For some reason, she felt ashamed and looked away hating what she saw. She opened the door and entered the class. Second and third period seemed to whizz by like a blur. As hard as she tried, Sienna’s mind just seemed to wander back to where her heart belonged.
When he first left, his absence hit her harder than any physical beating she’d ever taken in her life. She didn’t quite understand it when Rose had come over and divulged in this piece of exciting gossip. She still remembered the way she didn’t believe her, the way she ran all the way to his mansion on the outskirts of town only to find his room empty, his belongings gone. His parents weren’t home but Lawson, his butler was. He had let her in and broke the news to her. Logan didn’t even have the nerve to tell her himself. She remembered accepting the news with a casual ‘oh’ remark before quickly leaving the mansion with her silent tears. She remembered the way she crumbled on to the ground once she got outside, away from prying eyes, her head in her hands, her heart in pieces like broken shards of glass stuck in her throat as she choked on her tears, sobbing. She was only fourteen years old then. Practically a baby, a girl still with a woman’s love to give.
After that day she stopped laughing as much, limited her friends only to Rose and Noah who must have on some level felt her pain. They both must have known about her love for him although they never brought it up. It was an unspoken truth. Her first love, the boy who had taken her heart and ran away with it was back in Haven Falls, back in her high school, back in her life and she just didn’t know how to handle it.
“Miss Rivers?” a voice called snapping Sienna back to reality.
“Yes?” she replied as she glanced up at Miss