CelesteThe persistent hum of the treadmill was the only thing I could focus on as I tried to block out the world around me. I kept my head down, fingers gripping the handrails, and ran, hoping to get through my workout unnoticed.Lost in my thoughts of avoiding Matt and trying to prove to myself that I could handle this workout alone, I almost didn’t feel the sudden sharp impact against my ankle.But it was followed by a searing pain that made me lose my balance. The treadmill’s rapid pace threw me off, and I hit the ground hard, the shock of it leaving me breathless.Pain seared through my ankle, and an involuntary cry escaped my lips. Gasping for air and clutching my hurt ankle, I forced my teary eyes open, only to be met with the unmistakable smirk of Sabrina.My gaze followed her line of sight, and I found the culprit of my fall: an exercise ball.“Why?” I whispered more to myself, the sheer malice of her act incomprehensible.Before I could process further, strong hands cradled
CelesteWith the clink of a spoon against her coffee cup, Fiona looked up at me with that ‘tell me everything’ gleam in her eyes.We were sitting in the local cafe, two steaming cappuccinos between us. Our last class of the day had been canceled, and we had nothing better to do.Jack wasn’t expecting me home until much later, not that he usually cared all that much what I did with Fiona during my free time so long as I came home in time to make dinner.“Alright,” Fiona urged, leaning closer, “you've been fidgeting ever since you walked in. What happened at the gym when I was gone the other day?”Blowing out a sigh, I recounted the entire episode to her—the treadmill, Sabrina’s sinister act, the pain, and of course, Matt’s intervention.I decided to leave out the part about Matt’s oddly healing touch. It had been a few days since it all happened, and I came to the conclusion that it was nothing. A figment of my imagination, brought on by the trauma of falling off of the treadmill.Fion
Celeste With a careful hand, I arranged the dishes on the table: a vibrant mix of greens for the salad, drizzled with a homemade vinaigrette, and perfectly grilled lean chicken breasts beside it.The aroma wafted up, making my mouth water. While it wasn’t the greasy, heavy fare we typically had, I felt proud of my healthier creation.
Matt I tried to read Jack’s face as he loomed over me, the dim light from the porch lamp casting shadows that deepened the anger in his eyes. I had never seen him this upset, and knowing it was because of me stirred a pot of anxiety in my stomach.“You think you're some kind of hero, don’t you?” Jack sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Stepping in to be the knight in shining armor for my little sister.”
Celeste The lecture was dragging on, and Professor Wayne’s voice faded into the background as I doodled absent-mindedly on my notebook. It was Friday, and it was my last class of the day. Statistics; my least favorite class of all time, but a required class for most majors.Just as my attention was about to wane completely, Fiona’s elbow digging into my side broke through my reverie. I looked over to see her smirking at me and holding her phone out to me beneath
Celeste The pathway leading across the quad and up to the campus center was awash in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting everything in a mellow orange hue. Students bustled in and out of the squat brick building, chattering happily with their friends as they either came to or from a warm meal.However, while the world was softening and preparing for the evening, my heart was racing.&nbs
Celeste The throbbing in my head was my first clue that last night had been a bit too wild, even if it was just a private dance party of one. My room was in a state of disarray, with empty bottles and discarded clothes scattered around like confetti. As I groggily sat up, fragments of the night’s escapades flashed through my mind. I remembered considering something about Matt… unblocking him? A sense of urgency washed over me, and I practically lunged for my phone on the nightstand. Scrolling through my contacts, I finally landed on Matt’s name. Blocked. The only notification on my phone was from Fiona: “Good job, dancer girl! I hope you’re excited for your first day of practice, and you’d better be getting coffee with me afterwards to tell me all about it!” A rush of relief coursed through me. Thankfully, my drunken self hadn’t done anything too regrettable. I pushed the covers aside, the cool morning air refreshing against my skin. Jack’s room was eerily silent, which me
Matt The lingering scent of cologne hung in the air as I adjusted my collar, peering into the bathroom mirror. It was another evening, and I had agreed to meet up with Sabrina. Why I did was still a mystery to me; perhaps it was the allure of unraveling another, more important mystery; the identity of the masked girl. Sabrina had insisted we meet at ‘The Blue Lagoon’, a dimly lit bar at the heart of town. It was a dive bar, but it was only one of three in the entire town. She had mentioned something about it being a suitable place for our discussion. Knowing her, ‘discussion’ could mean anything from genuine conversation to something far less dignified. The moment I walked in, Sabrina, with her blonde hair cascading down her back, waved at me from the bar. A sly smile was stretched across her face. “Over here, Matty boy,” she purred. I made my way over, offering a half-smile in response to the bothersome nickname. I kept telling myself that this was necessary, that I j