I stand there for a moment, processing the interaction. Liam's sudden appearance and departure leave me feeling disoriented. I shake it off and step forward as the line moves, my mind bouncing between the essay and the encounter. I'm too stressed out to be dealing with all this.
Liam's newfound interest in me is the main thing that gives me the most stress. Why won't he leave me alone?Finally, it's my turn. I order my usual—to medium pepperoni pizzas with extra cheese—and pay the cashier. They give me a number and tell me it'll be about ten minutes. I find a corner to stand in, away from the tables and the people.I can see Liam sitting with his friends or it could be his minions out of the corner of my eye. I turn my back to the right so I don't look at him by accident. I hate the fact that he intrigues me. He shouldn't, people like him are dangerous. He sells drugs for a living. He has people that steal and kill for him.I force myself to sit at my desk and focus. The glowing screen of my laptop seems to taunt me with the blank document. The essay is due tomorrow, and it’s not going to write itself. With a deep breath, I start typing.My fingers fly over the keys, pouring out the arguments and points I’ve been mulling over for days. I’ve done the research; now it’s just a matter of getting it all down. Every so often, I glance at my math textbook, the assignment another weight on my shoulders.I take a short break after finishing the introduction and the first couple of paragraphs. The essay is taking shape, but I still have a long way to go. I stretch, drink some water, and take a moment to clear my head before diving back in.Hours pass. I’m lost in a haze of words and numbers. The clock on my desk ticks steadily towards midnight, but I barely notice. I’m too absorbed in my work, too determined to get everything done. The essay is nearly complete, and I feel a surge of satisfaction as I type the fin
I wake up to the soft glow of the morning sun seeping through my blinds. My body protests as I drag myself out of bed, every muscle sore from the all-nighter I pulled. I groan as I force myself to face the day. The events of the night before feel like a blur, but the sense of accomplishment remains sharp and vivid. I quickly take a shower, change into fresh clothes, grab my book bag, and head out the door forgetting about breakfast and my mother. I want to submit my assignments before the school day starts.The cool morning air wakes me up a bit more as I walks to school. The campus is quiet at this hour, with only a few early risers scattered around. I make my way to the English department first, my mind racing with thoughts of my dream about Liam. I shakes her head, focusing on the task at hand.Ms. Thompson, my English teacher, is already in her classroom, organizing papers and preparing for the day. She looks up in surprise at me as I walks in.“Celeste? What are you doing h
After lunch, I make my way to the library, seeking a quiet place to gather my thoughts and get a head start on my next set of assignments. The library is almost empty, the usual lunchtime crowd having already dispersed. I find a secluded corner near the back, away from prying eyes and curious whispers. I pull out my notebook and textbooks, determined to make the most of this quiet time.I stare at my physics assigment and sigh. I am going to be dead by the end of this week. High School Physics Assignment: Projectile MotionObjective: Understand the principles of projectile motion by solving problems involving the kinematic equations and analyzing the trajectory of a projectile.Instructions: Complete the following problems. Show all your work and include diagrams where necessary. Use g = 9.8 m/s² for the acceleration due to gravity.Problem 1: Horizontal LaunchA. ball is rolled off a table with a horizontal velocity of 5 m/s. The table is 1.2 meters high.B. Calculate the time it ta
It's finally Friday. I'm happy to report that I've submitted 40% of the assignments I am required to submit in order to get off academic probation. And I got the first two grades back. I got an A on my math assignment and a B+ on my English essay. I still think I deserved an A, but I'm not about to argue with a teacher."Okay, we're taking you out," Tamrin says, standing in front of me in the library. I'm in my little corner finishing off yet another assignment."No," I say in protest. I don't have time to be going out and having fun, especially fun planned by Tamrin."Yes. I spoke to Sadie and we're going," she says, already gathering my stuff.I open my mouth to protest again, but Tamrin's determined expression stops me. I know there's no use arguing when she's made up her mind. She bundles my things into my bag, and I reluctantly stand up, letting her drag me out of the library."We all need a break, Celeste. You've been working non-stop, and it
There's an awkward pause before Tamrin jumps in. "Well, enjoy your coffee. We’re just here to relax after a long week."Liam is staring at me and I wish he would look away. Sadie is staring at me curiously and I know she has questions."I was hoping we could join you." Liam says, glancing at me one last time before motioning to Presley to take a seat next to Sadie. I almost cry when he pulls a chair and sits next to me. I look at Sadie who is smiling at me like she's on crack.I wish I could ask her to stop because Liam is looking right at her."Are you okay?" Sadie asks, mischief in her eyes. I shake my head at her question to get her to stop but she just looks at me waiting for an answer.I nod, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine." I can feel Liam's eyes on me. I ignore him and take a sip of my coffee. I'm ready to go."Maybe we're making you feel u
Saturday morning comes with a bright sun and clear skies, a perfect day to stay in and catch up on more assignments. But my plans are interrupted when my mom knocks on my bedroom door, holding a small package.I stare at her surprised that she's up and out of bed. I've been living her food in the morning not sure she would get out of bed and I have been ignoring the kitchen as soon as I get home because I souldn't take the emotional toll of knowing she doesn't get out of bed."Celeste, I need you to do me a favor," she says, her tone low . "Can you deliver this to Mrs. Hayes? It's something she left at the office yesterday." She adds and my brain is running in circles. That means she went to work.I glance at the package and then back at my mom. "Mrs. Hayes? As in Liam's mom?" That's the other thing making my mind spin."Yes, Celeste," she replies, raising an eyebrow in repone to my tone. "It won't take long." She adds and I sigh,
Liam is sitting in his room, staring out of the window, lost in thought. The evening sun casts a warm glow over the garden, the colors vibrant and full of life. His mind is far away, filled with thoughts of Celeste.I remember how she looked this morning when she brought the package. The shock on her face when she saw me with Presley.I was deep in Presley's pussy but all I saw was her beauty. Her hair catching the light, her eyes a mix of shock and lust. I know she feels something for me. I see it in the way she looks at me. he thinks she can hide it but her eyes always betray her and leave her true feelings on display.She was horny.I feel my dick get harder when I think about her looking at me. I wish she was here so I can make her touch it. I want to feel her fingers wrap around me. I know she would tremble as she feels the softness my skin and hardness of my shaft.I would love to see her reaction
By the time I get home, the tension has morphed into a dull ache in my chest.What did I just see? How am I going to face him the next time we see each other? I need to ignore him. I run to my room and try to focus on my assignments. I need to forget the image that is undeniably etched into my brain. He was naked and she was naked too! I drag my body into my chair and stare at the papers in front of me. But my thoughts keep drifting back to Liam and what I saw. I replay the scene over and over in my head, each time wondering why I didn't just leave.Why did I stand there that long? Why did I keep eye contact with him?Why was he staring at me? Why did it seem like he liked the idea of me watching him have sex with another girl?How fucked up is he?Am I fucked up for watching? Even worse am I fucked up for wondering what it's like to be with him?I hate him, yes but I can't help but wonder if it felt good for her,I get up at that thought and scream silently.What the fuck is w
Tamrin has been quiet the whole drive.I keep glancing at her, waiting for her to say something, but she’s lost in her own head, staring out the window like the trees outside hold the answers to whatever’s going on in her mind.I know what she’s thinking about.Celeste.She’s been chewing on my advice since breakfast, probably going back and forth on whether to actually do something about it. I don’t push her. I already said what I needed to say, but when we hit a red light, I decide to say one last thing.“This is my last two cents on the matter,” I say, tapping my fingers against the steering wheel. “Then I won’t say anything else.”She f
I wake up to the soft hum of the air conditioner and the unfamiliar feeling of silk sheets against my skin. My body feels both heavy and light, a strange contradiction that sets in as I shift onto my back and stare up at the ceiling.It takes me a moment to register where I am.Trevor’s house. Trevor’s bed.The memory of last night rushes back so fast that my breath catches. I squeeze my eyes shut as images flood my mind—his hands, his mouth, the way he shoved his dick into my mouth. The way he pinned my face into the mattress, grabbed my hands on my back, and rammed his dick into me as I screamed over and over in both pain and pleasure. He fucked me so hard my pussy is pulsing from the force. Goosebumps rise along my arms.I don't know how I feel about what happened last night. He didn't
The warmth of Trevor’s hands on my waist sends a slow shiver up my spine. The night air drifts through the open doors, cool against my flushed skin, but his touch keeps me anchored, keeps me warm.I don’t think I’ve ever felt this wanted before. Not like this.Trevor’s fingers trace slow, deliberate patterns over my hip as I lean into him, my head resting against his shoulder. The soft glow of the pool reflects in his eyes, turning them darker, more intense.“Tamrin,” he murmurs, my name a gentle sigh on his lips.I lift my head to look at him, my heart hammering. His gaze flickers over my face, lingering on my lips, and I can feel the pull between us—strong, undeniable.I don’t resist w
The night feels like something out of a dream. The kind of night I used to fantasize about when I imagined falling in love.Trevor’s arm is wrapped around me as we sit on the sleek, oversized sofa in his living room, the soft glow of the dimmed lights making everything feel warm and intimate. In front of us, the massive glass doors are wide open, letting in the cool night air. Beyond them, the infinity pool stretches out into the darkness, reflecting the stars so perfectly that it looks like the sky has spilled into the water.I sigh softly, sinking deeper into Trevor’s body, letting his warmth surround me. His fingers trace slow, lazy circles on my arm, and I close my eyes for a second, just breathing him in. Everything about tonight has been perfect. The food, the atmosphere, the way he looks at me like I’m the only girl in the world.
I straighten my cuffs, taking another slow glance around the room. Everything is set. The air is thick with the scent of fresh flowers, an overwhelming mix of roses, lilies, and whatever else the florist shoved into the dozens of arrangements I ordered. They’re everywhere—on the dining table, lining the staircase, covering every available surface. It’s ridiculous. Over-the-top. Makes my stomach turn.But Tamrin will love it.She’ll step in here, eyes wide, heart fluttering, and she’ll believe every single thing I want her to believe. That she’s special. That she’s different. That I’m different when I’m with her.I roll my shoulders back and check my phone. The car is five minutes away. Good.
I watch Sadie storm out of the coffee shop, her shoulders tight with frustration, her steps quick and uneven like she can’t decide whether to run or turn back and scream at me some more.I exhale slowly, running a hand over my face.She’s got fire, I’ll give her that.Most people don’t talk to me like that. Not without regretting it. But Sadie? She didn’t even hesitate. She came in here ready to fight, ready to beg, ready to do whatever it took to save Tamrin from Trevor.And honestly?I respect it.But I also know that kind of desperation gets people killed.I lean back in my chair, stretching my arms over my head as I watch
My heart is going a thousand miles an hour. I stare at Liam, my mouth slightly open, waiting—begging—for him to take it back. To tell me I heard him wrong. To say something, anything, that doesn’t sound like a death sentence.But he just sits there, completely still, watching me with that cold, detached expression, like he’s already made peace with whatever nightmare is about to unfold.And that’s when I snap.“What the hell do you mean it’s already too late?” My voice is sharp, loud enough that a few people glance in our direction. I don’t care. “Why would you even say something like that?”Liam doesn’t react. Doesn’t flinch. Just keeps staring at me like I’m wasting my breath.
My hands are clammy against the warm ceramic of my coffee cup. I haven’t taken a sip in minutes—maybe longer. The coffee shop around me is alive with soft chatter and the clinking of spoons against porcelain, but all of it fades into the background as I stare at him. Liam.He’s sitting at a table near the window, legs stretched out, one arm draped over the back of his chair like he owns the place. Maybe he does. People know who he is. People fear him. And yet, he looks so... calm. Casual. Like he’s just another guy grabbing a morning coffee.Except he isn’t.He’s one of the most dangerous drug lords in the city.And I’m about to walk up to him and ask for help.My heart is hammering in my chest so loud I’m sure the barista behind the counter can hear it. I take a shaky breath and look down at my untouched drink. What the hell am I doing? This is insane. I don’t get involved in things like this.
I take a deep breath before hitting the call button. My fingers feel stiff like they don’t want to move, like my body already knows this conversation won’t go well. But I have to do it. I have to check on Tamrin. Ever since I spoke to Celeste, I haven’t been able to shake the feeling that something is really wrong. Celeste tried to play it cool, but I saw it—plain as day. The fear. The panic. The way her whole body went stiff when I mentioned Trevor’s name. She knows something about him, something she wouldn’t tell me.The phone rings twice before Tamrin picks up, and the moment I hear her voice, I know I’m too late.“Sadie!” she sings, her voice light and full of excitement. “Oh my gosh, I was just thinking about you.”I press my lips together, already feeling the unease creep up my spine. “Hey, T. I wanted to check in. How are you doing?”“Oh, I’m amazing,” s