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 can't believe what I'm seeing.Celeste, standing there in the hallway, laughing and talking like nothing’s wrong—like she didn't just ignore me in m ath class. She’s talking to Nathan, of all people. Liam’s brother.I glance at Tamrin beside me, her eyes glued to the scene, and my stomach twists. She looks devastated. It’s like everything we’ve been trying to figure out, all the texts, all the times we reached out to Celeste, didn’t matter at all. She’s moved on.But the worst part? It’s not with us.Before I can say anything, Presley’s already fuming. I can practically feel the heat radiating off her. She’s pacing, her arms crossed, her face a mask of frustration.“Do you see that?” Presley hisses, her voice sharp and cutting. “She’s over there, acting like you don’t even exist. Talking to some random boy like we’re nothing.”Tamrin
When I get home, I already feel the weight of the day settling into my shoulders. Between the weird energy at school and seeing Sadie and Tamrin, I just want to disappear into my room and be alone for a while. But as I step into the house and drop my bag by the door, my phone buzzes in my pocket.It’s Liam.Come to the backyard.-LiamI stare at the message, my heart speeding up for no good reason. It’s Liam, so of course I shouldn’t be surprised by whatever this is. I glance out the kitchen window and see him standing there, hands shoved into his pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet like he’s waiting for something.A tiny smile tugs at the corner of my mouth despite myself. What’s he up to now?I step outside, and as soon as Liam spots me, his face breaks into this massive, excited grin. The kind of smile that lights up his entire face, making him look like a little kid who just got
Text to Celeste,I’ve been sitting here for what feels like forever, trying to find the right words, and honestly, I don’t even know if there are any that can fully explain how I feel right now. I’m hurt, Celeste. Really hurt. I keep thinking about everything that’s happened, and I just can’t shake it. You didn’t tell me about Nathan. Your first boyfriend, and I had to hear it from someone else? How is that fair? How am I supposed to feel?We’ve been through everything together, and now you’re shutting me out when it matters the most. It feels like I’ve been replaced, like you don’t need me anymore. And I know that sounds dramatic, but it’s the truth. You’re my best friend — or at least, I thought I was yours, too. We’re supposed to share these moments, right? We’re supposed to be there for each other, but now it feels like I’m on the outside looking in, and I h
The moment I step into Liam's car, a rush of excitement mixed with anxiety hits me. He flashes that trademark grin of his—the one that always makes my heart race—and before I know it, we’re on the road. The engine purrs beneath us as we pull away from my house, and I feel like I’m diving headfirst into something thrilling yet unnervingly unpredictable.The sun is setting, casting a golden light across the horizon. Outside the window, the world blurs into streaks of amber and pink as Liam speeds down the highway. The radio plays softly, a mix of hip-hop beats that make the moment feel even more surreal.“So?” he asks, glancing at me with a smirk that both reassures and rattles me.“So? ,” I say, though my stomach twists at the thought of being away from familiar places, especially with him.I feel, his eyes focused on the road ahead. “You look like you're ready to jumpout of this moving car” He sa
We step out of the car, and the atmosphere immediately hits me. The scent of gasoline mingles with the buzz of excitement, and the low hum of engines fills the air. A few go-karts sit lined up in the distance, their sleek frames gleaming under the lights.Liam leads me through the crowd, and I can feel the mix of exhilaration and anxiety building again. I catch sounds of laughter, teasing remarks about who’ll win tonight. It’s lively, and there’s so much energy here that’s impossible to ignore, but I can’t hel
I storm into the restaurant, my heart racing and anger boiling beneath. I can’t shake the feeling that something is seriously wrong. Celeste has been different lately, distant and I just know Nathan has something to do with it. It’s all his fault.As I walk through the doors, my eyes scan the room until they land on him, sitting at a small table by the window. He’s lost in his phone, looking so relaxed, so casual, as if nothing in the world could bother him. I can’t take it anymore. My feet move on their own, pushing me toward him, and before I know it, I’m standing right in front of him, fire in my eyes.“Nathan!” I shout, my voice cutting through the soft chatter of the restaurant. He looks up, startled, and his casual demeanor falters.“Yeah?” His confusion is written all over his face, but I’m beyond caring.“You!” I point a finger at him, my voice rising with each word. “I
The adrenaline still courses through my veins as Celeste and I step off the go-kart track. I can’t help but smile at her infectious laughter. The sun is starting to set, casting a golden glow over everything.“I suck at this!” she exclaims, grabbing me by the arms, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I was bumping into everyone! But I had so much fun!”Her joy is contagious. I stand there, speechless, captivated by the way her face lights up. She’s radiant, and for a brief moment, I forget about everything else—the chaos of my life, the pressures of being who I am, the expectations that weigh me down. Right now, it’s just her and me, sharing this moment of pure, unfiltered happiness.“Bumping into everyone was part of the fun,” I reply with a smirk, trying to keep my cool even though my heart races. “I think you might have taken out a few competitors along the way.”Celeste giggles,
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
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