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. “
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
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
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
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 fluorescent lights of Blackwood Academy buzzed with a frantic intensity, a jittery hum that matched the absolute chaos inside me.I kept my distance from Noah. It was deliberate, painful, and a complete failure because my eyes kept betraying me. Noah was a gravitational force, and I was some weak celestial object being yanked into his orbit, no matter how hard I fought it.Across the crowded cafeteria, beyond the endless chatter of teenagers and the questionable-looking pizza, I caught glimpses of him. His dark, unruly hair, the way he leaned back in his chair, laughing at something Liam said. His smile—ugh, his stupid, unfair, heart-wrecking smile. It wasn’t my fault I kept looking. My eyes had their own agenda.Kissing him yesterday after three painfully long weeks had been like taking a sip of forbidden nectar. No, scratch that—it was like rewarding myself with an entire chocolate cake after dieting for months. And then what had I done? Told him we couldn’t do it again. Idiot.
My brain was still short-circuiting from her lips, from the way she was way too close, from the fact that she smelled like vanilla and something dangerously addictive.I cleared my throat, trying to regain some sort of sanity."Elena," I started, but my voice cracked like a damn idiot. Great. Real smooth.She grinned like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. Spoiler: she did."What?" she asked innocently, tilting her head, her fingers still playing with the hair at the nape of my neck.I narrowed my eyes. "You can’t just… ambush me in the library and—" I gestured between us, still trying to breathe normally.She smirked. "Why not?""Because—" I hesitated. Shit. Good question.Because I was supposed to be staying away. Because she was engaged. Because her boyfriend could literally end me.But instead of saying any of that, I just exhaled. "Because I wasn’t prepared for that."Her smirk softened into something smugger—if that was even possible. "Good."I blinked. "Good?"She stepp
Elena walked away, and suddenly, the cafeteria noise surged back into my ears—a chaotic blend of chatter, laughter, and clattering trays. I hadn’t even noticed it had faded when she was here.My gaze followed her across the room. Cameron’s arm was already slung over her shoulders like he owned her. Asshole. He shot me a look—possessive, smug, a silent warning.I took a sip of the drink she’d brought me, the sweetness sticking to my tongue, but it didn’t cut through the bitterness in my mouth. Stupid move, Elena.Bringing me a drink in front of the whole school? In front of her boyfriend?A mistake. A reckless, impulsive mistake.And yet, my fingers tingled where hers had brushed mine.I’d imagined that touch too many times. Too damn many. I missed the softness of her skin, the heat of her body pressed against mine. I missed the way she shivered under my hands, the way her lips parted when I—Stop."Idiot," I muttered under my breath."Talking to yourself again, Noah?"Liam dropped int
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