Save Me by Taylor Riot (books successful people read .txt) 📖

a suave, calm voice asks and i look over to see Mr.Castello talking to the coach. I stumble on one of the rows, but Nichole quickly balances me, and i continue to descend the bleachers. If she hadn't of caught me, i would have fallen all the way down the bleachers.

"Yes, not exactly sure where at, but the back of their shirts have their last names on them." the coach responds, as i turn to go back up the bleachers. Something grabs ahold of me and i stumble back. I turn to glare at whatever it was, but stop short when i realize it's Mr.Castello.

"Mr.Castello, what do you need?" i ask with fake politeness.

"Just making sure you don't try to skip out on coming to my class."

"How did you know i was in here?" i ask, my hands on my hips.

"I checked. Bet i can beat you." he says, motioning to the bleachers.

"You're on."

"If i win, you serve detention." he starts.

"And if i win, i never have to have detention with you."

"Deal." we shake hands and i begin to count down.

3..2..1!" i shout and we both start up the bleachers. He pushes me and i stumble, so he takes the lead. I quickly catch up, and push him with all i have, but he doesn't budge. He chuckles as he makes it to the bottom before me.

"Looks like you have detention after all, Miss Angel."

"You cheated!" i exclaim in disbelief. If my parent's find out, i am beyond dead.

"Deals a deal."

"Fine, just.. don't tell my parent's." i plead and he narrows his eyes.

"I won't. Now, let's go Miss Angel." he says, and i was going to object, but the bell rang just then. Sighing, i follow him out of the gym after grabbing my bag from the ground by the door.

We walk into his room, and i set my bag next to the door. He motions for me to follow him, as he heads towards the supply closet. I follow after him, curious as to what he will make me do. He stops and i almost run into him, not paying attention.

"What?" i ask and he points to a bunch of boxes.

"Unpack those books and put them in their correct places."

"Why me?"

"I won, plus you've been here longer." he says with a shrug and i roll my eyes. He tosses me a switch blade, then strolls out of the closet, leaving me to do his work.


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After an hour of unpacking, Mr.Castello walks back into the supply closet. He takes the switch blade from me as i scramble to my feet.

"Can i go now?"

"Yes, but you'll stay after until you finish." he says and i glare at him. Oh great, i forgot Nichole drove me. Guess i'm walking home. "Need a ride?"

"No, i can walk." i grab my bag from beside the door and try to leave the class when a hand grabs my arm.

"I can drive you home. I'm sure you don't want to walk in the rain." he says and i look out the window in his room, and sure enough, it's raining really hard.

"Um," i start, chewing on my bottom lip, "okay."

"Good, let's go." we walk out of the room and start down the hall towards the nearest corridors. He holds the door open for me and i stroll out of the school then wait for him. He walks ahead of me and i follow behind until he stops at a black audi.


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"Remember where i live?" i ask as we turn onto my road. He smirks and nods. "Stalker." i say in a sing song voice.

"I'm not a stalker. You're the one who force me in there." he says glancing at me as we drive down the road. He pulls into my driveway, and i reach for the handle but he quickly locks the door.

"What?"

"Don't forget to stay after tomorrow, and if i think you're going to skip, i'll interrupt your dance class again, Miss Angel." he says and i roll my eyes.

"Goodbye Mr.Castello." i say and flip the lock, then get out before he can lock the door again. I jog to my front door, and push it open, to be greeted by my parents.

"Who was that and why were you late?" my mom asks as soon as i take a step into the house.

"That was a friend who was driving me home from dance practice." i say and her eyes light up.

"You're staying after to do more practice? I'm so proud!" she says and hugs me. Although i feel guilty for lying, i also feel overjoyed that my mom is proud of me for once.

"Libby, we need to speak to you." my dad says and i look up at him. "Sweetie.. Me and your mom are divorcing."

"W-what?"

"It's just not working out pumpkin." he explains and i feel my heart drop. They're really divorcing? But they always seem so happy together.

"Um.. W-who will i be living with?" i ask, knowing the answer already.

"Since it's your last year, you will live with me, and Lacey will go live with your father in Arkansas." my mom says and my jaw drops.

"Arkansas?! I'll never see you guys!" i cry and my dad pulls me into a hug.

"You will fly out once every other month, then Lacey will fly out." he says and i pull away from him.

"Does she know? She's only 7! She shouldn't have to fly back and for just to see her mommy and daddy!" i exclaim and ignore my mother's disapproving looks. I storm up the stairs and into my room, slamming the door shut. How could they do this to us?

So they know how affected i am by this, and then some, it's time to resort to dirty tactics. Time for me to stop being a little princess, but i'll need help with that. I just don't know who. Maybe Sean? No, he doesn't know what trouble is. Maybe Nichole.. Yeah, definitely her.

I pull my phone out of my back pocket and slink to my knees. Dialing her number, i wait until the third ring when she answers.

"Hey Libs!"

"Hey." i sniffle, laying down on the wood floor.

"What's wrong?"

"Come over, please?" i ask, my voice cracking.

"Be there in five."

"Sneak in through my window." i say and we hang up.


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A knock on my window causes me to jump, and i turn my head to see Nichole climbing in the window. She turns around, then stops. "Why are you on the floor?" she asks and lays next to me.

"My parent's are getting a divorce, and my dad and Lacey are moving to Arkansas." she gasps and pulls me into a hug.

"Wow Libs, that's awful." i nod and sit up, her following suit.

"I need you to help me stop being a goody two shoes." i say and she raises an eyebrow.

"I'm so touched you thought of me." she says and places a hand on her heart dramatically.

"I'm serious. I can't take this anymore. Plus, with my dad gone, my mom will go crazy on me." she nods in agreement and looks off in thought.

"Got it!" she exclaims with an evil smirk.
Chapter Three

"No."
"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Why?!" i demand as me and Nichole have a glaring competition.

"Because you said he was in fights right? He could teach you to be bad!" she defends and i roll my eyes.

"Yes, I'm going to walk up to him and say 'you know how you fight? yeah, well can you teach me to be bad?' Um, no."

"You wouldn't word it like that." she says rolling her eyes.

"Oh? And how would you word that?"

"You just.. talk to him while you have detention. Tell him your story, and see if he can help you." she says as if it's obvious.

Thinking about it for a second, i give in, "I-i guess i could try..."

"That's a good girl!" i roll my eyes as she pats my head like a dog. Some friend i have.


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I'm in dance class again, and i hear one of the gym doors open. Glancing over, i see Mr. Castello watching me. He smirks at me and i roll my eyes, continuing to do our dance routine. After another five minutes, i stop and take my place in front of the class. Our coach is absent, so whenever that happens, I'm in charge of the class, since I'm captain.

"Okay guys, that's it for today. You all did really well, and we are for sure going to kick butt at the pep rally on Saturday!" everyone cheers and fists pumps as they run to the locker room to change. I stay where i am, and Mr.Castello strolls over to me. I begin to feel uncomfortable under his gaze, as i remember i'm only in booty shorts and a sports bra, plus i'm sweaty. Ew.

"Just making sure you wouldn't ditch."

"Cause that's just my master mind scheme, right? Skip while i know you're going to stalk me to make sure i don't skip? You know, you're the first person to ever give me detention." i say and stick my nose up.

"There's always a first for everything."

"Whatever, let's just go." i say, and remember that i'm supposed to ask him to help me be bad. "Mr.Castello?"

"Call me Ryan."

"Okay.. Um, Ryan?" i ask, slightly uncomfortable.

"Yes, Miss Angel?"

"Why did those guys surround you that one night?" i ask, trying to find a good place to start.

"Wait until we're in my room, then ask me."

We walk down the empty hallways in silence, a million thoughts going through my head. Was it some kind of secret? Am i even aloud to know? Will it harm me in some way? All these questions zoomed through my mind, until we finally stepped into his classroom. He flipped the lock, then sat down on his chair,