Page 4 of Undeniably

Morgan

Senior year

Inever thought I would see this building again.

When I left two and a half years ago, I thought I had left this place behind me.

Sighing, I take the first step, a shot of discomfort through my ankle a painful reminder of why I’m here.

Walking through the doors, I take in my surroundings. The school hasn’t changed a bit since freshman year. I head straight to the senior hall, ignoring the questioning glances from many of my former classmates. I can see that they are trying to figure out how they know me. I don’t blame them. I never talked to many people when I was here. Well, excepthim.

I don’t want to think about him though. I’d like to say that I forgot him after I left, but the truth is, he’s never far from my mind.

Time and distance didn’t change the underlying feelings of betrayal.

Finding my locker, I open it, shoving the books my parents picked up for me inside.

“Damn, girl. You’re looking fine. Please tell me how we’ve never met before.” His voice freezes me momentarily.

It’s deeper and a little raspier, but it’s still the same.

Keaton.

I tense only a moment before clicking my armor into place. Spinning around, I slam my locker door before cocking my hip.

“Keaton Yates. I see nothing about you has changed.” I give him a quick once-over before giving him a unimpressed look.

“Morgan?” A surprised look crosses his face briefly, but it’s quickly replaced by a darker expression.

“Yep.” I pop the P, then turn and walk away.

“See you around, Morgan,” he calls after me.

Shit.

I know he means it as a threat. I remember the way the Yates crew works.

I used to be a part of that crew. Sort of. By extension.

I slide into first period three minutes early, settling into a desk in the back. A familiar face walks in just behind me.

“Morgan Wright? Is that you?” Rachel Simmons, one of the popular girls from freshman year, takes the seat next to me.

“The one and only,” I mumble.

“Girl, it’s been so long. Where the hell have you been?”

I didn’t want to get into what brought me here, so I go with the easiest answer. “I changed schools, but my parents’ work brought them back here, so here I am.”

“That sounds legit. Well, now that you’re back, we should hang or something. It’s been too long.”

“Yeah, that sounds cool.”

“Are you still tight with Keaton? Does he know you’re back?”

I cringe at his name. “He knows.”

Just then, the man in question walks through the door. I let out a groan under my breath.

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