If she won't go out with me, I'll bring the date to her.
I spent the whole day setting up in my backyard, dragging out an old table and cleaning it up, stringing up lights between the trees, and making sure everything was perfect. I even managed to cook something that didn’t look half bad, despite not being the best in the kitchen. Simple pasta and garlic bread. Safe. She liked safe things.
This wasn’t about impressing her with some fancy dinner, though. It was about showing her I was serious—serious about her, about us. Maybe Celeste didn’t want to be seen with me in public, but here, behind the gate, it’s just us. No one else. No judgment.
Once everything is set, I grab my jacket and head to her house. I know she’s home. She’s probably holed up in her room, studying or avoiding me, whichever one it is today. But not tonight.
I jog up to the gate and knock. Nothing.
“Celeste!” I call out. No an
When I opened the door and saw Liam standing there, I honestly didn’t know what to expect. Maybe another awkward conversation or some sarcastic comment, but not this.Not him crouching down, offering me a piggyback ride like we’re in some kind of rom-com.I don’t know why I got on his back. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe I just didn’t want to argue with him anymore. But the moment I was there, clinging to him, it felt... easier than it should’ve. Like I didn’t have to pretend to hate him f
I poke at the slice of pizza in front of me, not really interested in eating. It’s cold now, but I don’t care. My stomach feels like a heavy knot, twisted tight with guilt.I haven’t heard from Celeste since that disastrous sleepover. Every time I check my phone, there’s nothing. No new message, no call. Just silence. And it’s killing me.“I wish I could just... undo it, you know?” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. I push the pizza away, leaning my elbows on the table. Sadie’s sitting across from me, trying to act like everything’s fine, but I can tell she’s worried too.She shrugs, taking a sip from her soda. “What’s done is done, Tam. She’ll come around. She just needs some space.”I shake my head, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me. “I shouldn’t have let it get this bad. I should’ve stopped Presley before—” I cut mys
I’m mid-sentence, trying to convince myself that another slice of pizza will make me feel better, when the door swings open. And there she is—Presley, standing in the doorway like she owns the place.The second I see her, my stomach drops. I wasn’t prepared for this. For her.She smiles, that fake, overly sweet smile she always has, and strides over to our table like she’s been invited. Sadie and I exchange a glance, but neither of us says anything.“Hey, girls!” Presl
The air is cool and still, the only sound the faint rustling of the leaves in the trees. I’m sitting cross-legged on the grass in Liam’s backyard, staring up at the stars. The candles from dinner still flicker nearby, their soft glow making the whole scene feel unreal. I can't believe I'm actually on a date.Liam’s lying on his back beside me, his hands behind his head, eyes fixed on the sky. He hasn’t said much in the past few minutes, and I’m grateful for that. I’ve had enough of awkward silences this weekend, but this one feels different. Comfortable, almost.“You’re quiet,” he finally says, his voice soft, not at all what I expect from him. “What’s on your mind?”I shrug, pulling my knees to my chest, trying to avoid his eyes. “Nothing much,” I lie.But then he turns his head toward me, and even though I’m not looking at him, I can feel the weight of his ga
The morning sun is just starting to peek over the sky as I quietly slip through the front door, the sound of it clicking shut behind me louder than I want it to be. My heart pounds in my chest as I tiptoe across the hallway, hoping—praying—that my mother is not awake yet.I spent the night at Liam’s again. I can hardly believe I did it. I stayed out the whole night again, we lost track of time, and now here I am, sneaking back in like some sort of criminal. My pulse quickens at the thought of my mom finding out. If she knew… I don’t even want to think about it.As I round the corner into the kitchen, I freeze. My mother is sitting at the kitchen table, a half-empty cup of tea in front of her. She’s staring at nothing, her eyes red and puffy. My stomach twists. She’s been crying again.I stand there, frozen, wondering if I should say something or just slip past and pretend I didn’t notice. Maybe she won&rsquo
The minute I step into the school, my stomach is in knots. The second I reach my locker, one of the admin staff approaches me, asking me to come to the principal's office. My heart sinks.Of course, this is how the day starts.Walking down the hallway, I can’t shake the feeling that something terrible is waiting for me behind that door. The last time I was called to the principal’s office, I left with academic probation hanging over my head like a dark cloud. Now, I’m dreading a repeat.
I sit in math class, still trying to process what just happened in the principal’s office. It feels surreal. The dean’s list. I’ve never been on any list except for the ones that remind me I’m falling behind. I’m so lost in my own thoughts that I don’t notice when someone slides into the seat next to me.It’s Sadie.She sits down without a word, but I can feel her eyes on me. I don’t even have to look to know something’s off. Her presence is heavier than usual, more deliberate. When I finally glance at her, she’s staring at me with this expression I can’t quite place. It’s almost… accusatory.I shift uncomfortably in my seat, trying to focus on the numbers and formulas in front of me, but the tension between us makes it impossible to concentrate. I tap my pencil against the edge of my notebook, pretending to be busy.Sadie doesn’t say anything for a long time, and I start
I’m still reeling from my awkward encounter with Sadie when I step out into the hallway. The buzz of students moving between classes fills the air, but I feel like I’m in my own little bubble, trying to figure out how everything got so complicated.And then I see him—Nathan, Liam’s brother. He’s leaning casually against a locker, talking to a couple of guys from his class. My feet move before I can stop myself, my mood lifting almost instantly. Nathan always has this way of lightening the air, of making things seem less serious.“Nathan!” I call out, weaving through the crowd toward him. He looks up and grins when he sees me, pushing off the locker to meet me halfway.“Celeste! What’s up?” he asks, his easy smile making me feel like, just for a moment, things are normal again.“I did it!” I blurt out, unable to contain the excitement bubbling up inside me. “I’m on the dean
I wake up with a feeling of something being… off.Then I see him.Trevor.Sitting at the edge of the bed, watching me.A wave of disgust rolls through me so fast I nearly gag. My entire body tenses, my muscles locking in place. I don't move. I don't speak. I just stare at him, waiting, daring him to say something. If he thinks I’m going to cower, he has another thing coming.His lips curl into a slow, unsettling smile. "You're very beautiful when you're asleep."I frown at him, and his smile widens. The kind of smile that says he’s enjoying this—enjoying getting under my skin.I don’t react. I refuse to give him that satisfaction.
I should not be here.As soon as Nathan pulls up to the house and I see
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.Maybe it’s the look on Nathan’s face—tight jaw, unreadable eyes, the kind of expression that makes it clear he knows something the rest of us don’t. Maybe it’s the way Tamrin has been acting, the way she flinches at everything and refuses to answer when I ask about Celeste.Or maybe it’s just the fact that Celeste isn’t here, and no one seems to have a real answer for why.So yeah, I might be crazy for chasing down Nathan Miller in the middle of a crowded hallway, calling his name like I’ve lost my damn mind. But I don’t care.He looks back at me when I call him, but he doesn’t stop walking. He just slows down slightly, like he’s debating whether I’m worth his tim
Trevor thinks he’s won.He leans against the desk, arms crossed, his mouth curled into that smug smile that makes my skin crawl. He thinks he has me right where he wants me. Weak. Hopeless. Dependent on his mercy.But he doesn’t know me at all.I keep my breathing steady, my expression blank, as I listen to Liam’s voice crackle through the phone. He knows. He knows I’m missing. And if Nathan spoke to Tamrin, it means they’re looking for me.That thought should terrify me—Trevor will hurt them if they get too close—but instead, it gives me hope.I knew Liam would come for me.The question
The second I step onto my front lawn, I see it.Another damn box.
I know something is wrong with Tamrin.She hasn’t said a word all period, hasn’t even pretended to listen when Presley started complaining about her nails breaking during warm-ups. And when I asked her about Trevor—just casually, just to see her reaction—she practically bit my head off before storming off.That’s not normal.Tamrin was obsessed with Trevor. Just last week, she couldn’t shut up about him. And now she won’t even say his name.And then there’s Celeste.She’s not here.Celeste hasn't missed school in a long time and I didn't think she would. And if she was sick, our homeroom teacher would have announced in the morning.
I lean against the fence, hands in my pockets, watching as Tamrin walks into the schoolyard. She moves like a ghost, like she’s here, but not really. She’s trying to act normal—shoulders squared, head up—but I see the cracks in the performance.Her fingers grip the straps of her book bag so tight her knuckles turn white. Every time someone brushes past her, she flinches, catches herself, then forces that mask back on.Guilt. Fear.I recognize it. I’ve seen it in men who know they’ve done something they can’t undo.She knows.And that means I know.Trevor has her wrapped around his finger. Maybe he threatened her, maybe he promised her safety if she stayed quiet. Either way, she’s playing along.I clench my jaw and force myself to breathe through my nose. I want to grab her right now, demand answers, shake her until she tells me where Celeste is.But Trevor is counting on that.
I wake up gasping. My sheets are drenched in sweat, my body shaking so hard my teeth chatter. The room is dark, but I swear I can still see it—the blood, the bodies, Celeste’s terrified eyes disappearing into that box.I squeeze my eyes shut, but it doesn’t help. The images are burned into my mind, playing on repeat, a nightmare that won’t end just because I’ve woken up.Celeste is gone.And I helped make it happen.My stomach twists violently, and I barely make it to the bathroom before I’m throwing up. My whole body convulses as if trying to rid itself of the horror, but it’s useless. No amount of dry heaving will erase what I did.I kneel there on the cold tile, breathing heavily, gripping the s
I stare at Tamrin, my throat tightening, my stomach twisting into knots so painful I feel like I might be sick. She won&rs