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 uSaturday 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
It's Monday. Another week is starting I still have so much work to do. But I'm taking these few minutes to cool my brain down. The girls and I are, having lunch under the willow tree. The air is warm, and the shade provides a pleasant escape from the midday sun. Sadie is lying on the grass, using her backpack as a pillow, while Tamrin leans against the tree trunk, picking at her salad. I sit cross-legged, a sandwich in my lap, trying to focus on anything but Presley’s voice.I'm trying not to picture her naked with Liam and I am failing. And the fact that she's talking about him is making it even worse. "So, Liam and I are planning to go to the beach this weekend," Presley says, her voice full of excitement. "He said he knows a perfect spot where we can watch the sunset." I stare at my lunchbox trying not to make eye contact with her. She stops talking and I can feel her staring at me. When I look up she's looking at me for a reaction. I force a smile and nod, pretending to be in
I push my cart down the aisle, trying to remember what else I need to pick up. My mother did say I should take the list she wrote for me but I said no because I'm smart right? My mind is occupied by the fact that I have to take Presley to the beach over the weekend. I couldn't tell you how this happened but shes been texting me about it the whole day. I grab a carton of milk and a box of cereal, hoping I haven’t forgotten anything important.As I turn the corner, I smile when I see the one person I've been fiending to see. all day. My heart skips a beat when I see Celeste standing there, staring at a shelf of pasta. She’s wearing the baggiest pants I've ever seen, Iwould love to take off all those layers to see what she's hiding. Better yet I would love to take her to the beach. Her hair pulled back in a messy bun. She looks lost in thought, and for a moment, I hesitate to approach her.I don't know how she'll react.“Celeste?” I ca
The weekend arrives, and I find myself on the beach with Presley. The sun is high, and the waves crash rhythmically against the shore. Presley chatters away about her latest shopping spree, but my mind drifts back to Celeste.I can't stop thinking about her and this is my opportunity find out everything about her that I can.“So, you and Celeste are friends?” I ask casually, trying to steer the conversation where I want it to go.Presley raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the question. “No. Why are you asking about Celeste?” She says and I can already heaar the jealousy in her voice. She rolls her eyes at me as she asks her question.I shrug, keeping my tone light. “Just curious. She seems different.” I say and she pouts.Presley smirks. “She’s fine, I guess. She's a little stuck up. I don't see anything interesting about her. So don't waste your breath on her." She
I'm back in my favorite place! The library.It’s quiet hum returns makes me want to scream because I need help!I push my physics assignment aside for a moment, rubbing my temples to fend off the growing headache. I look up at the ceiling hoping it will fix the pain but it doesn't.When I look ahead I see Ethan looking at me. He smiles at me and I nod wondering how he's always in here. I know he's smart and has the best grades in the school but how does he not lose his mind?I pull my assignment back and try it again. After a few more attempts at focusing, I concede defeat. I’m going to need help with this physics assignment, whether I like it or not. Swallowing my pride, I gather my notebook and textbook and make my way over to him. He looks up as I approach, a surprised but warm smile spreading across his face.“Hey, Ethan. Can I ask you for a favor?” I say getting the words out before I change my mind, trying to keep my tone casual I let the words flow.“Of course. What’s up?”
The next day, the walls of my room feel like they’re closing in on me. I decide I need a change of scenery and grab my books, heading to the nearby park. The fresh air and open space might help clear my mind and give me a fresh perspective on my studies.The park is a welcome escape from the confines of my room. I find a quiet spot under a large tree, its branches providing just enough shade. The sound of birds chirping and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze create a soothing backdrop. I spread out my books and notebooks, ready to tackle my history reading.I take my headphones out and plaster them on my ears to drown out the sund of the world. I take a deep breath in and start on my work.I’m halfway through a particularly dense chapter when I see footsteps approaching. I looking up, and frown at the face looking at back at me. I’ts Liam walking toward me. He’s wearing his usual confident smile, but there&r
I’m practically skipping up the steps to Presley’s house, the excitement bubbling in my chest. It’s not like the date with Trevor was amazing—in fact, it was the opposite—but it doesn’t matter. For once, I have something to talk about, something that feels like it belongs to me.I knock on her door, and when she opens it, she’s wearing her usual bored expression. Presley always looks like she has somewhere better to be.“Hey,” I say, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “You won’t believe what happened last night.”She raises an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe as I flop onto her couch.“Let me guess,” she says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “You found a stray dog and decided to adopt it.”I roll my eyes. “No, Presley. I went on a date.”That gets her attention. She straightens up, her eyes narrowing just slightly. It’s subtle, but I catch it, and it fuels me in a way I didn’t expect.“Oh?” she says, crossing her ar
The ride to the ice cream shop is a blur of tension and silence. I stare out the window, watching the world pass by, but my mind is stuck on the gun. Liam doesn’t say a word, his focus on the road, and I don’t know if I’m relieved or frustrated by his silence.When we pull into the parking lot, I’m the first to get out. The cool breeze brushes against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the car. I hear Liam shut his door behind me, his footsteps steady as he follows.We walk side by side toward the shop, the bright neon sign above the door casting a faint glow on the pavement. It feels like there’s a wall between us, invisible but impenetrable.As we step inside, the comforting aroma of sugar and waffle cones fills the air. The hum of conversation and laughter surrounds us, but it feels distant, like we’re in our own bubble.I walk straight to the counter, scanning the menu as if it’s the most important dec
The sun is already warm against my skin as I step out of the gate, a to-go mug of coffee in hand. My sandals click softly against the pavement, and I glance up to see Liam leaning casually against his car. The sight of him takes me by surprise, but not as much as the slow, almost smug smile that spreads across his face when he catches my expression.“Liam?” I ask, stopping a few feet away. “What are you doing here? Where’s Nathan?”His smile falters for a f
TrevorI lean back against the torn leather couch in my apartment, my phone in hand, smirking as Tamrin's texts roll in. She’s eager—too eager. But that’s what makes her perfect.Tamrin: Hey! Just checking if we’re still on for dinner tomorrow?I chuckle, shaking my head. She really thinks she’s struck gold. Poor girl. It’s almost too easy.I type back a reply, my fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard.Me: Of course. Can’t wait to see you.The little typing bubble pops up almost immediately. I don’t even have to wait. She’s practically salivating for attention, and I’m happy to give her just enough to keep her on the hook.Tamrin: Me too! I was thinking maybe that Italian place on 5th?I smile, the kind that doesn’t reach my eyes, and glance at the photo of Celeste I took at the beach earlier. She was lounging under that umbrella, completely o
I sit there for what feels like an eternity, staring at the empty chair across from me. The coffee shop is alive with chatter and the clinking of cups, but all I hear is the echo of Trevor’s voice and the faint slam of the door as he left.The weight of my own self-loathing settles on my chest, pressing me deeper into the seat. I glance across the room at Celeste and Nathan. They’re still there, still laughing, still oblivious to the pit I’ve dug myself into.I can't take it anymore.Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m up and moving, weaving through tables and chairs, dodging baristas with trays. The bell above the door jingles as I push it open, stepping into the bright afternoon sunlight.He’s halfway down the block, walking with his head down and his hands shoved into his pockets."Trevor!" I call out, my voice cracking slightly.He stops but doesn’t turn around immediately. For a second, I think
I don’t even know why I keep doing this. Following Celeste around like some pathetic ghost of a friend I used to be. But here I am again, sitting in the farthest corner of her favorite coffee shop, pretending to care about the lukewarm latte in front of me.She’s here with Nathan, of course. Always Nathan. They’re laughing about something, and the sound carries all the way across the room to where I’m sitting. It feels like a punch to the gut.I try not to stare, but it’s impossible not to. Celeste looks so... light. Like she’s shed all the drama, all the weight of what happened between us, and moved on without a second thought. Meanwhile, I’m stuck here, drowning in my own guilt and loneliness.I don’t even notice him until he’s standing in front of me."Mind if I join you?" The guy says and he smiles. I look him in his eyes and there's something there. I don't know what it is but he's not right. I kn
The moment I step through the front door, the weight hits me. It’s like the air inside the house is different—heavier, colder. The kind of silence that doesn’t feel peaceful, just empty.I close the door behind me, locking it out of habit, and stand there for a second. My bag hangs loosely from my shoulder, the straps digging in, but I barely notice. It’s like the energy I had earlier, the lightness I felt at the beach, gets sucked away the second I’m home.
VinceShe doesn’t have a clue.There she is, lying under that umbrella, her skin glowing in the sun, the waves crashing lazily behind her. She looks so at peace, so oblivious to the real world, to the danger that’s right here, watching her every move. It’s almost too easy.Nathan isn’t far. He never is. The loyal little lapdog, pretending to be her protector. But even he can’t be everywhere all the time. It’s only a matter of finding the right moment, the perfect crack in their little shield.I’ve been watching her long enough to know her patterns. She’s careful, sure, but not careful enough. And her home? That’s her weak spot.The house is practically a gift. Her mother is barely there—always working or locked away in her own little world. And Celeste? She’s alone most of the time. It’s almost laughable how easy it would be to slip in, grab her, and disappear. No one would hea