I’m sitting at my usual corner table in the library, head down, barely noticing the buzz of students around me. I’ve been staring at the same sentence in my textbook for what feels like an hour, but I can’t focus. My mind is drifting—back to Liam, to last night.
My pussy spasms at the memory of him being inside of me. The way it hurt but it felt so good when he took my innocence. The way his skin felt on mine.
The way I callled out his name as I came.
I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to shove the thoughts away, but they’re stubborn, replaying in my head like some terrible movie I can't turn off.
Then as if right on cue my phone buzzes.
I glance at it and see a text from Liam. My heart jumps for a split second, but then it sinks even faster when I read it:
We need to talk about what happened last night.
-Liam
I freeze, staring at the words. What’s there
The moment I check my phone and see the gray checkmark next to my message, a cold pit forms in my stomach. At first, I think it’s just bad signal, maybe she hasn’t seen it yet. But as the minutes stretch on and that gray checkmark stays stubbornly in place, it hits me.Celeste blocked me.For a second, I’m frozen, just staring at my phone, trying to process. This never happens to me. I’m the one who calls the shots, who decides when things are over. Not like this. Never like this. And now, all I can feel
A little while after I've calmed down. Nathan takes me to the beach.It wasn’t planned. I don’t even remember saying yes, but here we are. Skipping school like it’s the easiest decision in the world. After that scene in the library—after crashing into Nathan and making a spectacle of myself in front of Tamrin, Sadie, and Presley—I needed to breathe. I needed to get away from everything.And Nathan… somehow, he just knew.We’ve been sitting here on the sand for a while now. Th
I’m sitting at lunch with Sadie and Presley, and I can feel the anger boiling up inside me again. I can't help it. Celeste—she’s driving me crazy. She didn’t even reply to my text, and now she’s disappearing with Nathan like nothing matters. After that little tumble at the library door, she just walked out with him, parading around like she's in some romantic drama.I know she’s doing this on purpose. Pretending to bump into him like it’s all so innocent. Please. Who does she think she’s fooling?I take a bite of my sandwich, but I can’t even taste it. The frustration is too much. “You know what? I’m sick of this,” I say, louder than I intended. I can feel people turning to look, but I don’t care. “Celeste is seriously acting like she’s replaced us. With Nathan of all people. And she’s doing it right in front of us. I mean, am I the only one seeing this?”Sadie
As soon as Nathan walks through the door, I’m on him. I’ve been waiting all day, pacing the house like a caged animal. I need answers, and Nathan is the only one who’s got them. I don’t even give him a chance to drop his bag before I grab his arm and pull him toward me.“What’s going on with Celeste?” I ask, my voice coming out more desperate than I’d like.Nathan looks at me, confused, and pulls his arm out of my grip. “What are you talking about?”“You know what I’m talking about. The two of you went to the beach and skipped class, Nate. Something happened, and I need to know what.” I say and I can telll he's annoyed that I had someone following them but he has to know that nothing happens around here without me knowingHe sighs, running a hand through his hair, and for a moment, I think he’s not going to answer. “Liam, just leave me out of it. Go ask her”
I’m reaching for a box of cereal when I feel it—his presence. It’s like a dark cloud suddenly hanging over me, and before I can even turn around, I know. Liam.My heart speeds up, anger bubbling beneath the surface. I’ve been dodging him for three days. Three days of avoiding texts, ignoring calls, pretending he doesn’t exist. I’m not ready to see him yet. But here he is, and there’s no way out.When I finally turn around, he’s walking straight toward me, and he looks pissed. His jaw is clenched, his eyes sharp with anger, but I don’t care. If he thinks I’m just going to let him walk up and act like he’s the one who should be mad, he’s got another thing coming.“Celeste,” he growls, his voice low and angry.I don’t even flinch. “What?”He doesn’t answer, not right away. Instead, he steps closer, way too close for comfort, and grabs me by the
As soon as I leave the grocery store, my head is still spinning from the confrontation with Liam. I can’t believe what just happened. My heart's pounding, my breath shaky, but I keep walking, desperate to put as much distance between us as possible. I need air. I need space. I need to just get out of here.I’m almost at my car when I feel it—eyes on me. You know that feeling when you can just sense someone watching you, like a creeping sensation crawling up your spine? Yeah, that. My whole body tenses, but I don’t look up right away. I tell myself I’m just being paranoid, still reeling from seeing Liam.But then I hear it—a voice. Smooth, deep, and way too familiar for my liking.“Hello,” the man says.I freeze, my hand instinctively tightening around my car keys. Slowly, I lift my head, and that’s when I see him—a man standing just a few feet away, leaning against a car like he’s been wait
I stare at my phone, fingers hovering over Nathan's name in my contacts. My brain is telling me to stop, that this is going to make everything messier, but my heart is pushing me forward. I don’t feel like sitting in my room and crying over Liam anymore. I’ve done enough of that. And my friends… they’re not an option right now. I can’t invite them.Before I can second-guess myself, I type out a quick message to Nathan:Hey, feel like hanging out? I could use the
As I take another sip of my coffee, the peaceful silence wraps around me, but it’s fleeting. The memory of that man from earlier creeps back into my mind, sharp and unsettling. I try to push it away, but the way he looked at me—the mixture of lust and something darker, something dangerous—won’t leave me alone. His words echo in my head, sending chills down my spine."I see why Liam likes you so much, you're gorgeous."I freeze, my hand gripping the cup a little too tightly. Nathan’s sitting across from me, gazing out at the view, completely unaware of the storm building in my head. He’s calm, like always, just enjoying the moment. But I’m not. I can’t be.My eyes drift over to him, and it’s like he senses something. He turns his head slightly, his brow furrowing. Nathan’s quiet, patient, but I can see the question in his eyes. He knows I have something to say, but like always, he doesn’t
I messed up.I could see it the second Tamrin’s lips pressed into a thin line, her arms folding across her chest in that way girls do when they’re deciding if they’re really mad or just annoyed. I had gotten cocky—too many questions about Celeste, too fast. Tamrin might stop talking, and I can’t have that.I force a slow smile, keeping my expression soft. “You’re mad.”Tamrin doesn’t say anything. Just stabs at the last bi
The night started off perfectly. Trevor showed up with a dozen roses—deep red, the kind that makes you feel like you’re the most special girl in the world. He even brought my favorite iced coffee, the way I like it—extra caramel, extra cream.I was glowing. Floating. Five dates in, and Trevor had been everything I could’ve asked for. Sweet, thoughtful, affectionate. It was almost enough to make me forget the disaster of our first date. Almost.We’re sitting
Nathan is sitting across from me, his brows knitted together in that way they always are when he’s worried about me. His concern feels like a weight pressing against my chest, adding to the suffocating anxiety that’s been building since I found out about Tamrin and Trevor.I’m trying to act normal, like everything is fine, but I can feel my hands trembling in my lap. I don’t think Nathan buys it. He’s been watching me too closely for the past twenty minutes while I pr
I can’t believe how different tonight feels. From the moment I step out of the car, Trevor is standing there, waiting, looking sharp and giving me this heart-melting smile. He opens the car door for me like some scene out of a romance movie, and for a second, I can’t help but wonder if this is the same guy from our first date.“You look stunning,” he says, his voice soft but sincere, and I can feel my cheeks heat up.The restaurant he’s chosen this time is
The second Sadie says his name—Trevor—I feel my stomach drop, like I’ve been yanked into some icy abyss. My blood feels like it’s turned to sludge, my feet rooted to the floor, frozen in place. I know who she’s talking about. I know. And I also know I can’t let her see even a flicker of recognition on my face.I take a deep, quiet breath, trying to calm the panic threatening to bubble over. Sadie is sitting across from me, her face etched with concern, and she k
I wake up with a heaviness in my chest that I can’t shake. Last night, I couldn’t stop replaying Trevor’s smug face and the way Tamrin laughed off his disgusting comment. Every instinct in me is screaming that this guy isn’t just bad news—he’s dangerous.And then there’s Tamrin. How do I even begin to help someone who doesn’t want to see the truth? It’s not like she’d listen to me. Not now. But someone has to know, someone who might have a
I pace back and forth in my room, phone pressed tightly to my ear. The ringing feels endless, but I keep waiting. Sadie always takes forever to answer, but I need her right now. My heart is buzzing, and I’m practically bursting with excitement. Finally, the ringing stops, and her voice comes through, flat and uninterested."Hello?""Sadie!" I say, trying to keep my voice from sounding too desperate. "I have a date. I need your help. Please, can you come over?"There’s a pause, and I can practically hear her rolling her eyes on the other end. "A date, huh?" she says. "And you want my help?""Yes!" I say, ignoring the edge in her tone. "I need your magic touch. You’re the best at this kind of thing, Sadie. Please."Another long pause. Then she sighs. "Fine. I’ll be there in an hour."By the time she arrives, I’m practically vibrating with energy. The second I see her walk through the door, I let out an excited squ
I lean back in my chair, phone still in hand, letting the faint hum of the television fill the silence. Tamrin’s reply is still fresh on the screen, her cheerful acceptance of another date. It didn’t take much to get her to agree—just a few words crafted with care and a touch of desperation.The key to manipulating people like Tamrin is understanding their hunger. She’s starving for attention, validation, anything to make her feel less invisible. I gave her just enough on our first date to plant the seed. Sure, I acted aloof, even dismissive, but I knew that would keep her chasing. And now? Now she’s hooked.I scroll through our conversation from earlier tonight.Trevor: Hey, Tamrin. I’ve been thinking about our date, and I feel terrible about how I acted. I was nervous, and I handled things badly. You didn’t deserve that.I imagine her face when she read it, the little