I barely made it three steps out of the library before I heard my name, sharp and laced with accusation.“Elena.”I sighed, already knowing what was coming. Squaring my shoulders, I turned to find Tiffany standing a few feet away, arms crossed so tightly her nails pressed into her skin. Her eyes flicked over me—too observant for my liking—taking in my flushed cheeks, the slight mess in my hair, the way my blouse wasn’t as perfectly tucked as it had been before.Shit.She knew.“Care to explain what the hell is going on?” Her voice was clipped, her expression unreadable.I forced a smirk, tilting my head as if I had no idea what she was talking about. “What do you mean?”Tiffany scoffed, stepping closer. “Don’t play dumb, Elena. I saw you sneak off to the library, and I know exactly who was in there with you.”Noah.Of course, she knew. Tiffany missed nothing, and if I had been smarter, I would’ve been more careful. But I wasn’t thinking about Tiffany or anyone else when I was with him
The next day at school started out as a disaster, and it only got worse.I sat with Cameron and Tiffany in the cafeteria, feigning interest in whatever mindless conversation they were having when my gaze landed on him.Noah.And Aria.She was laughing, her eyes bright, head tilted just enough to show she was comfortable with him. Too comfortable.I clenched my fork so hard my knuckles turned white.Why was he with her again?I tried to ignore it. I really did. But the way he leaned toward her, the way her hand brushed his arm—it was like a spark igniting in my chest, scorching through my veins.Cameron’s voice barely registered in my ears. Tiffany said something about my "weird mood," but I couldn’t focus on anything except the rage and possessiveness boiling inside me.Aria laughed at something he said, her hand barely brushing his arm. He didn’t move away.I clenched my jaw, gripping my drink so hard that I nearly cracked the plastic cup in my hand. I couldn’t go to him, not while I
My hands trembled as I smoothed down my skirt, my pulse still erratic. Every inch of my body was hyperaware of what had just happened—of his touch, his lips, the way he completely unraveled me.But I couldn’t afford to fall apart here.Not now. Not in front of him.I lifted my chin, forcing my expression into something cold, indifferent, as if my legs weren’t still weak beneath me. As if my heart wasn’t still racing.Noah leaned against the sink, arms crossed over his chest, watching me with that insufferable smirk.I hated that smirk.Mostly because I wanted to kiss it off his face.“You’re staring,” I snapped, keeping my voice sharp, unaffected.He shrugged, lazy and unbothered. “Hard not to, considering what just happened.”Heat scorched my skin, but I forced myself to glare instead. “That was a mistake.”He pushed off the sink, closing the distance between us in two slow steps.“Sure,” he murmured, voice dripping with disbelief.I clenched my fists. “I mean it.”Noah tilted his he
The ride home was silent. Tense.Cameron didn’t say another word, but I could feel the frustration rolling off him in waves. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his jaw locked, and I knew whatever was going through his mind wasn’t good.When we finally pulled up to my house, he didn’t even look at me before unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out.I frowned. “Where are you going?”He slammed the car door shut, exhaling sharply before turning to me. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes… His eyes burned with something cold and determined.“I need to talk to your father.”My stomach dropped.I shot out of the car, my pulse spiking as I grabbed his arm. “Cameron, don’t.”His gaze snapped to mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw hesitation. But it was gone as quickly as it came.“This has gone too far, Elena.” His voice was sharp and clipped. “Your father needs to know what’s happening before you make a mistake you can’t fix.”My blood ran cold.Before I make a mistake?I f
I wasn’t supposed to be here.I knew it the second I saw Elena walk through the library doors, her eyes full of something dangerous—something that made me feel both alive and completely powerless at the same time.She was trouble.She was chaos.And she was going to ruin me.But I couldn’t stop myself from watching her, from drinking in every detail—her clenched fists, the way she worried her bottom lip between her teeth, the way she looked like she was seconds away from falling apart.I’d seen Elena angry. I’d seen her arrogant, cruel, and reckless.But this?This was fear.She stopped a few feet away from me, crossing her arms like she was trying to put a barrier between us. “My father knows.”The words settled like lead in my stomach.I swallowed, forcing a smirk. “No surprise there. Cameron was practically foaming at the mouth.”Elena didn’t laugh. She didn’t even roll her eyes. She just took a step closer, her voice low. “You don’t understand, Noah. This isn’t just about keeping
I stood there, my chest rising and falling unevenly, my heart cracking in ways I didn’t know it could.He walked away.Noah walked away.I wanted to scream, to run after him, to shake him until he saw me—until he believed me. But I couldn’t. My pride wouldn’t let me.He was scared.And that pissed me off more than anything.I wiped at my face, furious at the moisture I found there. No. I don’t cry over boys. I don’t beg.Straightening my shoulders, I turned and walked out of the library, my heels clicking sharply against the floor.Fine. If he wanted to be a coward, so be it.But I wasn’t giving up.Not on him.Not on us.I don’t remember leaving the library.One moment, I was standing there, staring at Noah, waiting—hoping—for him to take it back. To say he didn’t mean it. That he wasn’t walking away.But he never did.And the next thing I knew, I was outside, the cold air biting at my skin, my heart cracking in ways I didn’t know were possible.He can’t do this.He won’t.But he alr
The next day at school, I moved through the halls like a ghost. I wasn’t sure if I had even slept. Everything felt hazy, distant, like I was floating outside my own body, watching myself go through the motions.People spoke to me—I heard their voices and saw their lips move—but none of it registered.“Elena? Did you hear me?”I blinked. Tiffany was standing in front of me, waving a manicured hand in my face.“Hmm?” I mumbled.She narrowed her eyes. “Are you sick or something? You look… awful.”I gave her a blank stare. “Thanks.”She huffed, clearly unimpressed with my lack of reaction.She flounced off, and I let my head rest against the locker for a moment, my body sagging with exhaustion.“Elena?”That voice.I knew it instantly.I turned my head just enough to meet Noah’s gaze. He stood a few feet away, hands shoved in his pockets, his expression unreadable.Something twisted inside me.I should have walked away. I should have ignored him, just like he had told me to.But I didn’t.
The second I stepped through the door of our tiny apartment, I knew something was wrong.The air inside felt heavier, suffocating, like a storm had already passed through and left destruction in its wake.Then I saw him.Sitting on the worn-out couch, legs spread, cigarette in hand, a smirk that made my skin crawl.My father.A man I had spent the last eight years hating.A man I never wanted to see again.“Look who finally decided to show up,” he drawled, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “You’ve grown, boy.”I didn’t respond. I just stood there, gripping the strap of my backpack so tightly my knuckles turned white.“You’re quiet.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Didn’t miss your old man?”“Why are you here?” My voice came out cold, detached.His smirk didn’t waver. “Got out early. Good behavior and all that.” He tapped the ash into an empty beer can. “But let’s skip the reunion, yeah? I need money.”Of course he did.I forced a breath through my nose, ignoring the way my stomach twisted. “
Lying in bed that night, I stared at my phone, my fingers hovering over the screen. I shouldn’t have been doing this. I didn’t even know why I cared.But the image of Noah’s exhaustion lingered in my mind—the quiet weight in his eyes, the tension in his shoulders, the way he barely reacted when I handed him that coffee earlier.Before I could second-guess myself, I typed out the message.Are you okay?I hit send and immediately regretted it.Seconds passed. Then minutes.Nothing.I exhaled sharply, tossing my phone onto the bed beside me. Maybe he wouldn’t reply. Maybe he was asleep. Or maybe he just didn’t care.I rolled onto my side, trying to push the thought of him away, but my mind refused to settle.And then, just as my eyes were drifting shut—Buzz.My breath caught as I grabbed my phone, my heart pounding for reasons I refused to acknowledge.I hadn’t expected a response.But he answered.Noah: No.A simple word. Just two letters. Yet, something about it made my chest tighten.
The rest of the day passed by in a blur. I barely heard anything my teachers said or noticed the stares I got from some of my classmates. My mind was stuck on two people—Noah, who walked away, and Cameron, who left me with a warning.By the time the final bell rang, I was drained, but instead of heading straight home, I found myself lingering in the hallway. Noah was nowhere in sight. I hadn’t seen him in any of my classes after lunch.I chewed the inside of my cheek, debating whether to go looking for him. Again.Why do you care?I didn’t have a clear answer. Maybe it was because I’d seen that flicker of something in his eyes before he turned his back on me—like he wanted to say something but didn’t. Maybe it was the exhaustion on his face, the way his shoulders sagged when he thought no one was watching.Or maybe I was just being stupid.I sighed, gripping the strap of my bag tighter before turning toward the exit. I didn’t make it two steps before someone grabbed my wrist.“Elena.”
I wasn’t supposed to care.Noah had made it clear—painfully clear—that he wanted nothing to do with me. And yet, I found myself watching him the next day at school, my eyes drawn to him no matter how hard I tried to focus on something else.He looked different. Exhausted. Frustrated. Like the weight of the world was pressing down on him, and he had no one to share the burden with. His shoulders were tense, his movements sharp and restrained, like he was barely holding himself together.I shouldn’t care.But I did.I didn’t know why. But I felt for him; he looked so tired and I just wanted to take a little bit of the burden off his shoulders.I wanted to help.But I didn’t know how.And for once, I didn’t know how to feel about that.The day dragged on, but my mind remained stuck on Noah. Even when I was surrounded by my friends, laughing at jokes I barely heard, my attention kept drifting back to him.He moved through the halls like a ghost, detached from everything around him. He did
I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white. The walls of our cramped apartment felt like they were closing in on me, suffocating me with the weight of my father’s presence.“You think you’re too good for your own blood now?” His voice was slurred, thick with the cheap whiskey he had been drinking since morning. “You’re just like your mother. Always looking for an escape.”I swallowed the fury burning in my chest and exhaled slowly. “I told you—I’m done giving you money.” My voice was calm, but my pulse thundered in my ears.His lip curled. “You think I need your damn charity?” He let out a dry, humorless laugh. “You owe me, boy. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be here.”If it weren’t for him, my mother would still be alive.I didn’t say it out loud. There was no point.Instead, I grabbed my bag and shoved past him. “I won’t be here much longer,” I muttered under my breath.I stepped outside before he could respond, sucking in the cool night air like I had been drowning. M
The drive back was quiet after we dropped Tiffany off. Cameron didn’t say much, and I had nothing to say. My head was still a mess from everything—the lake trip, his words, and the way he kept watching me like I would run away soon.When we finally pulled up to my house, I reached for the door handle, but Cameron’s voice stopped me.“Elena.”I sighed, letting my hand drop before turning to face him. The way he looked at me made my chest tighten—like he was searching for something, some kind of reassurance that I wasn’t sure I could give.“What’s going on with you?” he asked, his fingers gripping the steering wheel. “You’ve been quiet.”“I’m just tired,” I said, the same excuse I’d been using for weeks.His jaw twitched. “You’re always tired.”I had nothing to say to that, so I just reached for the door again.“Elena.” His hand caught mine, gentle but firm. “Talk to me.”I forced a small smile. “We just had a long day. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”He didn’t look satisfied, but he nod
By the time Saturday arrived, I had mastered the art of pretending.Cameron picked me up in his car, dressed casually in a fitted black T-shirt and sunglasses, his usual effortless charm on full display. Tiffany was already in the passenger seat, grinning as she scrolled through her phone.“You took forever,” she whined as I slid into the backseat.I forced a smile. “Had to make sure I packed everything.”Truthfully, I had spent most of the morning staring at my reflection in the mirror, wondering if I was making the biggest mistake of my life by going on this trip.Cameron reached back, squeezing my knee lightly. “This will be good for you,” he murmured. “For us.”I didn’t respond.I could feel his eyes on me through the rearview mirror, watching, assessing.A part of me wanted to say no—to tell him that nothing would fix the growing chasm between us.But I didn’t.Instead, I sat back and let him drive.The drive to the lake house was silent, except for Tiffany’s occasional chatter ab
By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the city, I was already on my way to the fight.The location was always different, always changing to keep the authorities off our backs, but the rules were the same—fight, win, get paid.I parked my motorcycle in an alley two blocks away and made the rest of the walk on foot. The underground ring was buried deep within the abandoned district, an old warehouse disguised as just another forgotten ruin. But inside, it was anything but empty.By the time I stepped through the side entrance, the place was alive.The scent of sweat, blood, and cheap alcohol hung thick in the air. The roar of the crowd was deafening, vibrating off the metal walls as two fighters tore into each other in the center ring.Kade was waiting near the back, leaning against a stack of crates with his arms crossed. His sharp eyes landed on me immediately, and he pushed off the crates with a smirk.“Didn’t think you’d show,” he said, his voice ba
The second I stepped through the door of our tiny apartment, I knew something was wrong.The air inside felt heavier, suffocating, like a storm had already passed through and left destruction in its wake.Then I saw him.Sitting on the worn-out couch, legs spread, cigarette in hand, a smirk that made my skin crawl.My father.A man I had spent the last eight years hating.A man I never wanted to see again.“Look who finally decided to show up,” he drawled, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “You’ve grown, boy.”I didn’t respond. I just stood there, gripping the strap of my backpack so tightly my knuckles turned white.“You’re quiet.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Didn’t miss your old man?”“Why are you here?” My voice came out cold, detached.His smirk didn’t waver. “Got out early. Good behavior and all that.” He tapped the ash into an empty beer can. “But let’s skip the reunion, yeah? I need money.”Of course he did.I forced a breath through my nose, ignoring the way my stomach twisted. “
The next day at school, I moved through the halls like a ghost. I wasn’t sure if I had even slept. Everything felt hazy, distant, like I was floating outside my own body, watching myself go through the motions.People spoke to me—I heard their voices and saw their lips move—but none of it registered.“Elena? Did you hear me?”I blinked. Tiffany was standing in front of me, waving a manicured hand in my face.“Hmm?” I mumbled.She narrowed her eyes. “Are you sick or something? You look… awful.”I gave her a blank stare. “Thanks.”She huffed, clearly unimpressed with my lack of reaction.She flounced off, and I let my head rest against the locker for a moment, my body sagging with exhaustion.“Elena?”That voice.I knew it instantly.I turned my head just enough to meet Noah’s gaze. He stood a few feet away, hands shoved in his pockets, his expression unreadable.Something twisted inside me.I should have walked away. I should have ignored him, just like he had told me to.But I didn’t.