Welcome to The Heartbreak Club. Members include the heartbroken, the heartbreakers, and the ones who just fall in too deep.
A set of three ten chapter novellas full of romance, drama, and sailing ships.
Cover by @GlueEater
Highest rank: #59 teen fic...
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"Shit," Ashton cursed, breaking the silence that had already stretched for far too long.
The word was loud enough to alert the lip-locked paiar, and whether it was the tone he used or the familiarity of his voice, it was enough to break them apart.
"Shit," Declan said, repeating Ashton's profanity. The word slipped through his shimmering lips as he took in Willa's face, his cheeks reddening even with the powdery white paint coating them.
She was sure that her face was as pale as a ghost.
"Crap," Camille squeaked, breaking the trend. She raised a hand to brush her luscious hair from where it had mussed from Declan's finger tips, and in a sudden moment of heart plummeting realization, Willa suddenly noticed that the shade was identical to the girl's in the photos that Miles had sent her.
Swear words bubbled in Willa's throat and the violent urge that had swept through her earlier resurfaced.
Ashton took her hand firmly in his, and for a moment she let herself be glad that there was someone there to ground her. Because, with the hate and heartbreak seething through her veins, she wasn't sure if she could hold herself together on her own.
"There's a problem going on in there," Camille said, her words mindlessly filling the silence as she pointed towards the house. At least she had the decency to be blushing in embarrassment.
Two-faced bitch.
But Willa couldn't even find it in herself to be mad at her just yet. Not when the boy beside her had managed to fracture her heart for the second time.
"There's a fight," Camille continued. Her wide eyes were fixed on Ashton's. "You should go check - I think... you should go in there."
Beside Willa, Ashton tensed, his fingers tightening around Willa's, which were already gripping his with all her strength.
"It's Ben," she said finally, her words falling quiet.
Camille looked to Declan, and then back to Ashton. She was much too ashamed to look at Willa, and it only made fury grow.
She was sure she was going to explode.
"Ben?" Ashton asked. His demeanor was instantly shifted, and to some degree, Willa's had too. "Ben's in a fight?"
Camille nodded, and instantly Ashton's feet were moving forward towards the house, Willa in tow. Some of her rage had converted into to worry at the thought of Ben - innocent, care free Ben - getting into a fight.
"Willa, wait!" Declan called, and then he was stepping forward. "Willa we need to talk. Please. You're pissed, I know, I'm such an idiot. Please hear me out - just talk with me."
She hesitated.
Willa's eyes met Declan's, the jack-o-lanterns in the yard casting an orange glow over his cheekbones. Everything about him, every action he made, now felt designed to kick the shards of her heart further and further into the ground.
