The Recall Trials

Vincents’s POV

I stepped out of the giant metal gate, tugging my black hoodie over my head to block out the sun.

Still felt like knives stabbing into my skull from last night.

As I crossed the driveway,I looked up.

Lena.

She was leaning over the balcony railing, wearing the short silk dress and a robe that barely stayed tied, smiling at me in that same gross,kinda seductive way.

Eyes trailing down my body like I was some piece of meat she couldn’t wait to eat.

I scoffed under my breath and looked away.

Pathetic.

I shoved my hands into my pockets and headed toward the street.

And that’s when I heard it.