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
Nathan pulls up in front of my house, and I’m just about to thank him when I see Liam leaning against his car across the street. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets, head down, but as soon as we pull in, he looks up, eyes narrowing with a determination that makes my stomach flip. I’m still caught off guard by his presence, despite knowing it’s only a matter of time before he shows up again, demanding something I can’t give.“Looks like you have company,” Nathan mutters, eyeing his brother with a mixture of annoyance and caution. I give him a nod, hoping he doesn’t sense the dread tightening my chest.“Thanks, Nathan,” I say, giving him a small, grateful smile as I reach for the door handle. I don’t want him to see how rattled I am, so I do my best to seem calm as I step out of the car.Liam’s already crossing the street, his stride brisk, purposeful. He doesn’t even greet me, just looks from me to Nathan, and then back again.“Can I talk to you, Celeste?” His voice is low, but
The pub is dim and familiar, with the hum of quiet conversations and clinking glasses around me. It’s not my usual scene on a Monday, but right now, I need a place to disappear for a bit. The cold beer in my hand is barely enough to distract me from the painful thought that’s been eating at me since I pulled away from Celeste’s house. She didn’t just say no. She looked at me like I was something to avoid.I take another long sip, feeling the cold bitterness slide down my throat. I’d half expected her to turn me down, but I thought there’d still be something there, some sign she still cared. Instead, she looked like she wanted to be anywhere but near me, like I was a problem she’d rather not deal with.The bartender nods at me as he passes, and I give him a half-hearted nod back. Normally, I’d be in here with Travis or a couple of other guys from the crew, talking shop or running through the latest intel on Vince. But toni
I catch Vince’s reflection in the glass before he reaches me. He’s strutting in, that smug grin plastered on his face, the kind of grin that says he thinks he’s already won. I don’t move, keeping my eyes fixed on my drink as he saunters over, hands tucked casually into his jacket pockets like he owns the place. The chatter in the pub quiets down to a hush, the way it does when a storm’s rolling in.Vince stops just in front of my table, and I finally look up, meeting his gaze with a cool stare. I don’t bother hiding the distaste in my eyes."Liam," he greets, voice dripping with fake warmth. "Been a while, hasn’t it?"I don’t respond, letting him fill the silence as he always does. Vince enjoys hearing his own voice too much to stop.“Shame you’re so alone here,” he says, looking around. “But maybe I could offer a little conversation. Actually… I wanted to ask you something.&rd
The smell of frying eggs and bacon drifts into my room, pulling me from sleep. I rub my eyes and sit up, squinting as the early morning light filters through my curtains. This isn’t just any breakfast smell, though; it’s an entire feast. I slip out of bed, hesitant, and pad down the hall toward the kitchen, my stomach twisting.When I reach the doorway, I see her—Mom, standing over the stove, humming softly to herself as she flips pancakes. The kitchen counters are covered with dishes, bowls of fruit, eggs scrambled just the way I like them, toast piled high on a plate, and even freshly squeezed orange juice. It’s like a picture out of a family magazine, the kind where everyone is glowing, content, and happy.And yet, every part of me is tense.“Morning, sweetheart!” She looks up, her eyes bright, her smile even brighter. There’s an ease in her movements, a lightness in her face I haven’t seen in ages. Normally, I&
The night is thick with shadows, and I stay hidden in plain sight, leaning casually against a streetlamp with a cigarette in hand. I’ve been watching her for over a month now. Celeste. She’s Liam’s weakness, though I doubt she even realizes it. She’s always surrounded by people, especially that annoying shadow of his—Nathan. Liam’s brother never leaves her side, like some overprotective lapdog. It’s irritating, but not unexpected. Liam plays his cards close, and Nathan is just another pawn in his meticulous game.Still, every pawn has its limits.Celeste is standing at the curb now, laughing at something Nathan said. The sound is soft, light, so painfully out of place in a world like ours. She has no idea the storm she’s standing in the middle of. She’s oblivious, a delicate flower in the middle of a battlefield. And I’ll admit—there’s something almost amusing about it.But it’s not am
The office feels too small, like the walls are closing in on me. I can’t sit still. Every step I take feels like I’m walking a tightrope, my mind racing with possibilities, each one darker than the last. Travis sits on the worn leather couch in the corner, his expression unreadable. He’s calm, the way he always is, but I know him well enough to see the tension in his jaw.“Liam,” he says, his voice measured. “You need to breathe. This isn’t helping.”I ignore him, my boots thudding against the floor as I pace. “How does this happen, Travis? A clean pickup. No cops. No outside eyes. And yet my product is gone, my guy’s in the hospital, and there’s a message waiting for me like it’s a damn game.”Travis leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You’re not going to figure it out by pacing holes into the floor. Sit down. Let’s think this through.”I st
The warehouse feels suffocating. The air is thick with tension, and every sound—footsteps, whispers, the scrape of crates being moved—grates on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. My fists are clenched so tightly my knuckles ache. Every cell in my body is screaming for release, for violence, for something to break.I sit at the edge of the makeshift desk, staring at nothing, replaying Eric’s words over and over in my head. They’re coming for more. They’re going to take everything from you. My empire is being chipped away, and all I can think about is how much I want to make whoever did this pay.A shuffle of hesitant footsteps behind me pulls me from my thoughts. I don’t turn around. “What?” I snap, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the room.The kid—barely old enough to shave, one of the newer runners—steps forward. He’s holding a clipboard, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. &ldq
The warehouse is buzzing when I arrive, but it’s not the usual controlled chaos. It’s tense, electric. I can feel it in the air before I even step out of the car. Men are pacing, muttering, looking over their shoulders like shadows might suddenly turn into threats. The second I walk in, the room quiets, their eyes darting toward me like they’re waiting for an explosion.I don’t blame them. I’m furious.I move through the crowd, heading straight for the back office where I know Eric, one of my most reliable runners, is waiting. He shouldn’t even be here. From what I’ve been told, he barely made it out of the ambush alive. He should be in a hospital bed, getting stitches and painkillers. Instead, he’s slumped in a chair with his arm in a makeshift sling, his face pale and slick with sweat.“Eric,” I say, my voice sharper than I intended. “Tell me everything.”He winces as he shifts in the chair, his hand trembling as he runs it through his hair. “It—it was supposed to be a simple pick-u
The Ferris wheel's gentle hum fades behind us as we step off, and for a moment, everything feels calm, like the world’s giving us a break. Celeste’s laughter hangs in the air, Tamrin and Nathan’s chatter filling the space around us as we walk toward the food court. It’s a perfect night—just the four of us, blending into the crowd, no one looking twice at us, no one questioning who we are. For once, it feels like I can breathe.Then my phone buzzes, jolting me back to reality. I glance at the screen and feel my heart drop. The name flashing there is one I’ve dreaded seeing tonight. For a second, I think about ignoring it, letting it fade, but I know that’s not an option.“Be right back,” I say, stepping away from the table. I catch Nathan’s eyes as I move off to the side, and he gives me a slight nod. He knows better than to ask, but I can see the concern in his eyes.As I answer, the voice on the other
I stand at the cotton candy stand with Presley, the smell of spun sugar in the air, debating whether to get pink or blue. Presley leans into her choice, laughing, and I almost forget how tangled everything feels these days. I turn around to scan the crowd, hoping to spot a familiar face—anything to take my mind off everything with Tamrin and Celeste. Then I see them, a cluster of faces in the distance, laughing and close. My stomach drops.Tamrin is standing with Celeste, Nathan, and Liam. And they’re not just standing around, either—they look like they’re together, sharing that easy, familiar vibe you only have when you're close. My gasp is barely audible, but Presley catches it. She turns to look where I’m staring, her eyes narrowing as she sees the group for herself.“What the…? Tamrin?” Presley says, clearly stunned, her face hardening as she takes it all in. It’s like watching something surreal unfold. I can b
I catch sight of Tamrin the second Nathan calls her over, her face cautious, her eyes bouncing between Celeste and me. I force a polite smile as she approaches, but inside, I’m grinding my teeth. Her showing up means we’re back to pretending—like everything between Celeste and me is just casual, like she’s not the only person on my mind right now. I know Celeste feels it too; the forced smile she gives Tamrin is too practiced, too stiff. The whole scene feels like a well-rehearsed lie, and I hate it.Without saying a word, I start walking toward the Ferris wheel, letting my steps make my frustration known. It’s high up there, away from prying eyes and hushed whispers, a place where maybe, for a few moments, we don’t have to act. I dig into my pocket, pull out a few crumpled bills, and pay the attendant for a cab big enough for all of us. I glance back, calling them over.They gather around, and as we settle into the cabin, it’s
The carnival’s music and laughter fill the air, but my focus is entirely on the two figures in the distance—Celeste and Liam, standing by one of the game booths, his arm just brushing hers as they both laugh. My heart pounds as I watch them, each laugh of theirs twisting something in me. Sadie’s words flood back: Maybe we judged her too harshly… Maybe we’re wrong about all of this. It feels like a thorn in my side, nagging at me as I linger on the edge of the crowd.They’re close, too close. The way Liam’s looking at her, even from here, I can feel the intensity. I can’t stop the thought from creeping in—what if they really are together? I can’t shake it, and it’s eating me alive. Suddenly, I realize I need to talk to her, to find some kind of answer in her face, some way to know the truth without jumping to conclusions. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll apologize. I push my way through the crowd, my feet carrying
The sun’s just about to dip below the horizon, casting this deep orange light over everything as we step onto the carnival grounds. It’s cool, that kind of perfect evening breeze coming off the ocean. The sound of waves rolling up the shore blends with the laughter and music around us. I glance over at Celeste and see her smiling, her hair catching the last bit of daylight, and for a moment, I feel… content. Peaceful, even.Nathan is already pulling ahead, grinning like a kid on holiday, dragging us toward the game booths. There’s a lightness to the whole scene that feels rare these days. It’s almost surreal.“Come on, Liam,” Celeste teases, looking over her shoulder at me. “Let’s see if you’re any good at carnival games or if it’s all talk.”I laugh and pull her gently toward the shooting game booth, waving a couple of tickets to the guy behind the counter. “Think you’re up for a real challenge?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as I hand her a plastic rifle.C