Steph's Pov “Bro, it's midday. Do you think we should wake her up?” “No, she's never slept in; maybe she needs it.” “How drunk do you think she—oh, oh, I think she's waking up!” I could hear the whispers next to me when I tried to flutter my eyes open, but the bright light sent a shot of pain through, forcing me to shut them up just as quickly. I groaned, “Man, my head hurts,” I said, holding my head with both my palms. When my eyes adjusted, I slowly opened them to find Stella, Lucy and Sarah standing around my bed staring into my soul. They looked like they'd start performing a ritual on me. “Well, who asked you to take off with a random guy you had just met?” Stella scolded me and I looked at Lucy and Sarah squinting my eyes, and they stood there with two hands joined together, mouthing me to not throw them under the bus. “Girl, you were busy flirting and dancing with some other guy, so I decided to have a little bit of fun on my own. W
Steph's Pov “Man, does Mitchell never get bored of listening to his own voice? He drones on and on, giving me a fucking migraine every time. Lucy complained, slouching in her seat. We had just taken Mitchell's solid three-hour lecture. With Mitchell's, three hours meant three hours, not a minute less or more. “Who's up for some crispy fried chicken?” Stella proposed, nudging my shoulder. I was busy completing and compiling my notes. “Yes, me. I'm starving; my stomach has been rumbling throughout the class.” I chimed in. “Oh my God, guys, Meghan and Jack broke up.” Sarah began with her daily dose of gossip. “What? No way!” “Yeah, I used to think they looked sweet together. What happened?” We all leaned in, eager to hear the juicy news. “Apparently, Jack got drunk and hooked up with someone at the club.” Sarah continued, her voice barely above a whisper as if she were sharing a big secret. “I always thought Meghan deserved better; good riddance.” I
"Stephanie!" My brother, Simon's voice pierced through my ears. I begrudgingly looked away from my book. I have to give it to Simon for always interrupting my reading when something really interesting is about to happen. The main leads were just about to have their first kiss, but no, he has to ruin that. "What?" I yelled back, the annoyance in my voice was visible. "Where the hell are my blue sneakers? Brian and the girls are waiting for me. I am already quite late." The mention of Brian piqued my interest. "Where are you guys off to?" "The shoes, Steph, and the fair. We're going to the fair. Do you want to join us too? Rita and Lyla are coming as well." Hearing Lyla's name dampened all my excitement, "No thanks, I'm good, besides, I have work in an hour." Lyla was Brian's girlfriend, and Rita was the girl my brother had been seeing lately. Simon and Brian had been best friends since middle school, and their friendship started with the passion and aggression t
There I was, sprawled on the floor in front of my crush and twelve other cute guys, not as hot as Brian but still cute. The only good thing about the incident was that all those cute guys came running up to me. Brian helped me up and made me sit on the bleachers. Which led me to think, why was I always falling in front of him? Did I need to fall more often in order to have more interactions with this male model?"Are you okay?" Brian asked, and his eyes showed concern."What are you even doing out here?" My brother asked. Yes, always interrupting the greatest moments of my life."Honestly, it doesn't really look that bad," Lyla said in a bored tone. I don't really ask for princess treatment often in life, but this had been the one rare opportunity stripped from me. That night, my brother and I were two injured siblings returning home together. I did not even bother explaining to him what I was doing outside the basketball court. I had bigger problems. I had a black eye, a double d
The last place Kylie probably wanted to be was at the court watching Brian's match, but I had forced her to come. Even Simon had been taken by surprise when I asked him for two tickets for the match. We had come to the court with Simon, Brian, Lyla, and Rita. Simon and Brian had been very welcoming and had joked with us the entire ride, and Rita had tried to make conversation and had been very sweet. Lyla, on the other hand, had given us a complete cold shoulder. When we reached the court, we had to separate because, at the last minute, the only tickets Simon could get for us were quite far from theirs. So Kylie and I were sitting at the back, sipping our cold drinks. The match, when it finally did start, was great. My eyes did not leave Brian for a single second. Whereas my brother is a really good player and did really well too, Brian just has that finesse that makes you want to stare. His flushed face glistened in the court lights. Every time they would score,
BRIAN'S POV I left for Lyla's house. I went in through the front door because her parents were away this week. Normally, I had to get in through the attic, the only room upstairs with a window facing outward. This was the thing. Lyla and I knew so much about each other; I just couldn't accept the fact that she would do this to me. We had snuck out of her house multiple times. Several times she had called me to come get her when her abusive father was torturing her mother. I just couldn't fathom why she would do this to me. The house was eerily silent. I walked up to her room and knocked at her door with determination. The events of the past few days have really shattered my confidence. With newfound courage and hope, I have come to Lyla's door to give our relationship a second chance. The door was opened by a shirtless guy with red smudging around his mouth . Across the room, I see Lyla standing there, wearing a red lip. I could not register the intense waves of s
Steph's Pov I woke up feeling a little queasy. One glance at the clock on my bedside table made me sit up straight in bed. It was almost two p.m., and I had overslept. As I made my bed and tried to make myself look a bit presentable, I recalled the events of the previous night. He had regretted it. A lot. I did not feel like going down the stairs, but my stomach would just not stop rumbling. Climbing down the stairs, I could see Brian pouring cereal for himself and Simon concocting something black in the frying pan. Eggs, I think. When the floorboards creaked underneath my weight, Brian's eyes shot up to meet mine. He immediately averted his gaze, making me feel more guilty than ever. "Where the hell have you been, Steph? Do these look fine?" Simon said, pointing his spatula at the frying pan. I rolled my eyes. "They're burnt, Simon. Move over." I took over the pan and threw his eggs away. I walked over to the fridge to get new eggs. As I glided past Brian, who, for some reason, w
Steph's Pov“Steph, are you okay?” It had been a regular, foggy winter morning. I had arrived at school early, like I always did, and was sitting in the library, trying to get my head around the bizarre chemistry equations, when Kylie had rushed to me, out of breath, with a look of concern etched onto her face. “Yeah, why?” I was confused. “Well?” She hesitated. “What's wrong, Kylie?” I asked, holding her hand, worried something might've happened to her. “Someone egged your locker. I was afraid you were hurt too.” She said, clasping her hands and looking nervous. My heart dropped when the words came out of her mouth. We rushed towards my locker, and surely enough, it was splattered with eggshells and egg yolk all over it, sending a foul smell throughout the hall. “What's all this racket? Move aside, let me in.” Mr Avery, the janitor, made his way through the crowd. “Well, well, well, look who we have here, Miss Hudson
Steph's Pov “Man, does Mitchell never get bored of listening to his own voice? He drones on and on, giving me a fucking migraine every time. Lucy complained, slouching in her seat. We had just taken Mitchell's solid three-hour lecture. With Mitchell's, three hours meant three hours, not a minute less or more. “Who's up for some crispy fried chicken?” Stella proposed, nudging my shoulder. I was busy completing and compiling my notes. “Yes, me. I'm starving; my stomach has been rumbling throughout the class.” I chimed in. “Oh my God, guys, Meghan and Jack broke up.” Sarah began with her daily dose of gossip. “What? No way!” “Yeah, I used to think they looked sweet together. What happened?” We all leaned in, eager to hear the juicy news. “Apparently, Jack got drunk and hooked up with someone at the club.” Sarah continued, her voice barely above a whisper as if she were sharing a big secret. “I always thought Meghan deserved better; good riddance.” I
Steph's Pov “Bro, it's midday. Do you think we should wake her up?” “No, she's never slept in; maybe she needs it.” “How drunk do you think she—oh, oh, I think she's waking up!” I could hear the whispers next to me when I tried to flutter my eyes open, but the bright light sent a shot of pain through, forcing me to shut them up just as quickly. I groaned, “Man, my head hurts,” I said, holding my head with both my palms. When my eyes adjusted, I slowly opened them to find Stella, Lucy and Sarah standing around my bed staring into my soul. They looked like they'd start performing a ritual on me. “Well, who asked you to take off with a random guy you had just met?” Stella scolded me and I looked at Lucy and Sarah squinting my eyes, and they stood there with two hands joined together, mouthing me to not throw them under the bus. “Girl, you were busy flirting and dancing with some other guy, so I decided to have a little bit of fun on my own. W
I pulled out my red dress with sequins embedded into it. Seeing him waving at his fans and smiling so bright that it had his eyes all crinkled had me all riled up. I wanted to look and feel the best. “I'll make you regret it, Brian Lockwood; I'll make you regret leaving me.” I said to myself in the mirror. Gosh, why was it still about him? Man, I really needed to get some drinks into my system to wash him out of it. My phone began to ring and it took me a while to find it under the pile of clothes heaped onto my bed. By the time I found it, it had stopped ringing. It was Simon. Brian and Simon had both qualified for the nationals together but played for different teams. Simon was part of the Inferno. I didn't really follow the game but I knew that both Omega and Inferno had been at the top of the board this year. Simon and I spoke from time to time. He had called me drunk, crying when the coach had threatened to kick him off the team. “I'm su
3 years laterSteph’s Pov “Steph, are you done with Mitchell's worksheet?” Stella, one of my housemates, popped her head through my bedroom door frame. “I'm working on it; let's tally whatever we have done.” I said and fifteen minutes later we were huddled together at my desk even more frustrated than before. “I swear to God, he does all of this deliberately. That sadistic man gets pleasure out of torturing and failing us.” I said with irritation. “Please don't say that. I can't afford to fail even one test this semester. It's our last semester. This is the time the GPA needs to be maintained the most.” Stella said, looking horrified. I rubbed my hands over her shoulder. I remembered last semester, we sat on the university steps trying to calm Stella down as she bawled her eyes out after Mitchell's had just shattered her dreams into pieces. “You might as well just throw away your dreams of setting foot in the hospital ever, if you're plan
Brian’s PovI despised myself in that moment. Every muffled sob that came from the other side of her bedroom door pierced my chest like a blade. Steph’s tears always broke me in ways I couldn’t describe, and the fact that I had caused them made me loathe myself even more.Leaning against her door, I clenched my fists, willing myself to stay put, to not burst in and hold her. But I was a coward. A coward who had ruined the one person who trusted me without question. I pressed my forehead against the cool wood, each wail behind it twisting my insides tighter. I couldn’t stay. I needed to be away—away from everyone, especially from her. But most of all, away from myself.By the time I reached my room, I was barely holding it together, the rawness of my emotions clawing at me. I slammed the door shut behind me, but it didn't stop the chaos swirling inside my mind. My knees gave out, and I sank to the floor, my back pressed against the cold wood, my breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps.
Steph's PovI called Brian's number and both times, it took me to the voicemail. I didn't like this sickening feeling in my chest. Yes, I had agreed on not giving official tags to our relationship, but I did think, we were close enough that I deserved to know if he was going away for six months. Or had that been his plan all along, to just completely ghost me? To use me, when he needed. I could not believe I had been this blind and stupid. He really did not give a single fuck about me. Kylie had been right all along; I should've just listened to her. But I had been in denial. In that moment, it was fun lying to myself, but now when I could feel my heart sinking, I didn't think it was worth it. No one should get to treat me like this. Yes, he was hurt then, but I had sacrificed enough of my own happiness to take his pain away. I was not going to make a fool of myself anymore.***Brian's voice called out as the door creaked open. “Do you want to join us for a game of Mo
Steph’s povThe weekend had finally arrived, but instead of relief, I felt an odd weight in my chest. Ever since the beach trip, Simon had been hovering, checking on me every few hours. I knew he was worried after what happened, but his overprotectiveness felt like a constant reminder of the incident I wanted to forget. The weekend had finally arrived, but instead of relief, I felt an odd weight in my chest. Ever since the beach trip, I caught cold and felt like shit, burning in fever all day long. Simon had been hovering, checking on me every few hours. I knew he was worried after what happened, but his overprotectiveness felt like a constant reminder of the incident I wanted to forget.It had all happened so fast. I had gone to the water with Kylie and Nick, their laughter filling the air as they splashed around. I tried to join in, but my heart wasn’t in it. My mind was elsewhere—on him. On Brian.I couldn’t stop replaying the day in my head. The way he had laughed and joked with e
Brain’s PovThe school had organized a trip to the beach. The bus ride to the beach was supposed to be fun, but nothing about this trip felt remotely enjoyable. Why?Because of that one woman whom my mind just cannot take a break thinking about. Steph. She was sitting with Cole. And me? I was right at the back with Simon. Gosh, I hated this feeling too much. I clenched my jaw as I watched her laugh at something Cole said. Her head tipped back slightly, her smile lighting up her face. She was stunning, but the sight made my stomach twist painfully. Why hadn’t I seen her in the same light that I see her in now before Lyla? WHy hadn’t I realized it was not Lyla who was the one for me. But…"Why are you glaring at Cole like he just stole your lunch?" Simon asked without even looking up from his phone.I forced my hands to relax on the seat in front of me. "I’m not glaring."Simon smirked. "Sure, keep telling yourself that."The ride dragged on, every second punctuated by the sight
"Where are you? You promised you'd be home by now," I had said, my voice laced with evident annoyance. "You might as well not come." That was what I had said. In those last moments with them, when I could have said anything to them, this was what I had chosen to tell them. Like they had promised, they would fulfill any wish I made that day, but they did not come back. I have hated myself ever since. Had I known that was the last time I would be hearing their beautiful voices, I would have just listened to them talk. I would have told them how much I loved them. They were the most important people in the world to me.It had taken me years to not think about it every single day. To move on with life and not blame myself every time I looked at myself. But today had been especially good. In the midst of my tears, I did not hear the door creak open. I only noticed when a warm body was sitting right next to my crouched body, hugging me from behind. His familiar scent and touch made it a lit