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
Nathan's standing in my doorway, looking tense. It's not like him. Usually, he’s calm, doesn’t let much get to him. But tonight? His whole vibe’s off. I shut the door behind him and lean against the wall, waiting for him to speak.“What’s up?” I ask, though I can already sense it’s something serious. I just don’t know how deep it goes yet.He rubs a hand over his face, exhaling slowly. “We need to talk about Celeste.”My chest
I pull up outside Celeste’s house and kill the engine, my fingers drumming against the steering wheel as I wait. The street’s quiet, a couple of lights flickering in the houses around me. I’ve been here a hundred times before, but tonight everything feels different. There’s a tension in the air that wasn’t there before, like everything’s about to shift.I see her coming down the driveway, her bag slung over one shoulder, her steps slow and hesitant. She looks like she’s been through hell these past few days. I want to tell her she doesn’t have to look at me like I’m the problem. But I guess right now, to her, I am.She stops a few feet away from the car, crossing her arms over her chest like a shield. I step out, leaning against the door, trying to keep my tone calm. “Get in the car, Celeste.”Her eyes narrow, that familiar fire sparking behind them. “No, Liam. I’m not getting into the
I can’t breathe. My fingers fumble with the door handle as I push it open and step out of the car. The cold air hits me like a slap, and for a second, I just stand there, staring at the view. The concert lights below shimmer in the distance, but all I see is the mess my life has become. How did I get here? How did any of this become my reality?I hear Liam’s door slam behind me, and before I can take a full breath, he’s standing next to me, his presence overpowering. "Celeste," he starts, his voice hard but controlled, "I need to pick you up after school every day now. It's not safe."I whip around to face him, disbelief rushing through me like fire. "You think I’m going to be seen with you? At school? No way, Liam. Especially with Presley around."His jaw clenches at her name, and for a second, I see something flicker in his eyes—something like guilt. But it’s gone before I can figure it out. "This isn’t about Presley," he snaps, stepping closer. "It’s about ke
Liam moves closer, his footsteps crunching against the gravel, but I don’t budge. My body is rigid, like if I stand still enough, I can keep it all together. He’s reaching out for me, his arms extending, and I know what’s coming. He’s going to try to hold me, like it will fix everything.But I won’t let him."Liam, don’t," I say, my voice sharper than I intend, but I don’t care. I can’t care right now. I step back, my arms pulling tighter around myself like a shield. His hands hover in the air for a moment before he drops them to his sides, but he doesn’t stop moving closer."I just want to..." he murmurs, his eyes searching mine like he's looking for a crack in my defenses. "I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. "I shake my head, not trusting myself to speak just yet. My throat feels tight, like there’s a lump lodged there that I can’t swallow. The memory of last night, of everything we’ve been through, flares up inside me, and I feel the sting of it
It’s Monday morning, and I barely slept. My body is buzzing with so much feeling. Liam and I made love the whole weekend, I snuck into the house a few hours ago and I am exhausted but I have to get to school. I shouldn't have stayed with him for so many hours in he night. I get out of my room dragging myself out of the house, my backpack slung over one shoulder. The sun is barely up, casting long shadows on the ground, and the air is cool, a slight breeze brushing against my skin.As I make my way to the driveway, I f
When we pull into the school parking lot, I instantly feel a pit form in my stomach. Nathan drives in like it’s any other day, but I already know what’s coming. The moment he parks and steps out of the car, I can feel the eyes on us, like a spotlight I never asked for.Nathan walks around to my side of the car, casually opening the door for me. He’s so relaxed, so unconcerned, and for a split second, I wish I could be like him—completely unfazed. But the second I step out, the whispering starts. It’s subtle at first, a few curious glances, a few people looking and then turning to their friends. But soon, it’s obvious. The whispers turn into full-on staring. I catch the not-so-subtle looks, the way people nudge each other and nod in our direction.I can hear them. I can hear everything.“Isn’t that Celeste? With Nathan?”“What is she doing with him?”“Didn’t she use to hang out with Tamrin and Sadie?”“Look who’s trying to make a sta
Nathan and I sit across from each other in the small café on the corner of campus, away from the prying eyes of everyone at school. It’s one of the few places where I feel like I can breathe. After everything that’s happened—especially this morning in the parking lot—I need some sort of escape, something to take my mind off the whispers and the stares.Nathan, for all his calm and easygoing nature, has become something of an anchor for me, even though I’ve never really understood why he’s so… different. Different from Liam, different from all of them. And today, I feel like I need answers. I’ve been dodging too much of my own fear and curiosity.He’s picking at his food, a half-smile playing on his lips like he's got all the time in the world. Meanwhile, my thoughts are racing a mile a minute, swirling around everything I know—and don’t know—about his world. Liam’s world. The other world that I’m somehow tangled up in now.I lean forward, propp
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