The clock on my phone reads 12:23 AM, and I’m still wide awake, staring at the ceiling. The soft glow from my bedside lamp barely cuts through the darkness, but it feels too bright for how I’m feeling right now. Tamrin’s text replays over and over in my mind, each word weighing heavier than the last. I can’t shake the ache in my chest, the guilt twisting deeper with every passing minute.
I try closing my eyes again, willing sleep to come, but it’s useless. My mind won’t stop running. The hurt in Tamrin’s message, the sadness in her words—it’s all too much. I toss and turn, trying to find some kind of comfort, but the emptiness in the room swallows me whole.
My thoughts drift, and before I can stop myself, Liam’s face appears in my mind. His smile from earlier, the way he looked at me during the date, that sparkle in his eyes when I laughed—it was so easy, so carefree. It felt good. Too good.
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The cool night air brushes against my skin as Liam and I make our way through the quiet streets toward his house. The world around us is silent, the only sounds coming from the soft crunch of our shoes on the pavement and the occasional rustling of leaves. I keep my eyes forward, focusing on the moonlight casting shadows on the ground, trying to avoid the question I know is coming.We walk side by side, but I can feel Liam glancing at me, waiting. He’s not the type to let things go, and I can sense that he's thinking about what brought me out of my house tonight, why I texted him.“You haven’t said much,” he finally says, breaking the silence between us. His voice is gentle but curious, like he’s testing the waters.“I just needed some air,” I reply quickly, hoping that will be enough for him to drop it.He lets it hang for a moment, as if he’s deciding whether or not to push. “Yeah, but that’s n
“Liam!” I whisper-scream, half-laughing, half-panicking as I dangle upside down. “What are you doing?”He doesn’t answer, just laughs as he takes off running toward his house, his steps quick and deliberate. The world spins as he sprints, and I can’t help but giggle despite the confusion. It’s ridiculous, but the sound of his laughter mixed with mine fills the air, echoing around the quiet night.The wind rushes past us as Liam runs through the backyard gate, straight into his house. I’m bouncing with each step he takes, still dangling over his shoulder like some sort of trophy, and I can’t stop laughing now—it’s all so unexpected and lighthearted.“Liam, put me down!” I manage to gasp between giggles, pounding lightly on his back.He finally slows down as we reach his room, but instead of setting me down gently, he spins me around and drops me onto the bed with a playful grin.
I’m sitting at my usual corner table in the library, head down, barely noticing the buzz of students around me. I’ve been staring at the same sentence in my textbook for what feels like an hour, but I can’t focus. My mind is drifting—back to Liam, to last night.My pussy spasms at the memory of him being inside of me. The way it hurt but it felt so good when he took my innocence. The way his skin felt on mine.The way I callled out his name as I came.I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to shove the thoughts away, but they’re stubborn, replaying in my head like some terrible movie I can't turn off.Then as if right on cue my phone buzzes.I glance at it and see a text from Liam. My heart jumps for a split second, but then it sinks even faster when I read it:We need to talk about what happened last night.-LiamI freeze, staring at the words. What’s there
The moment I check my phone and see the gray checkmark next to my message, a cold pit forms in my stomach. At first, I think it’s just bad signal, maybe she hasn’t seen it yet. But as the minutes stretch on and that gray checkmark stays stubbornly in place, it hits me.Celeste blocked me.For a second, I’m frozen, just staring at my phone, trying to process. This never happens to me. I’m the one who calls the shots, who decides when things are over. Not like this. Never like this. And now, all I can feel
A little while after I've calmed down. Nathan takes me to the beach.It wasn’t planned. I don’t even remember saying yes, but here we are. Skipping school like it’s the easiest decision in the world. After that scene in the library—after crashing into Nathan and making a spectacle of myself in front of Tamrin, Sadie, and Presley—I needed to breathe. I needed to get away from everything.And Nathan… somehow, he just knew.We’ve been sitting here on the sand for a while now. Th
I’m sitting at lunch with Sadie and Presley, and I can feel the anger boiling up inside me again. I can't help it. Celeste—she’s driving me crazy. She didn’t even reply to my text, and now she’s disappearing with Nathan like nothing matters. After that little tumble at the library door, she just walked out with him, parading around like she's in some romantic drama.I know she’s doing this on purpose. Pretending to bump into him like it’s all so innocent. Please. Who does she think she’s fooling?I take a bite of my sandwich, but I can’t even taste it. The frustration is too much. “You know what? I’m sick of this,” I say, louder than I intended. I can feel people turning to look, but I don’t care. “Celeste is seriously acting like she’s replaced us. With Nathan of all people. And she’s doing it right in front of us. I mean, am I the only one seeing this?”Sadie
As soon as Nathan walks through the door, I’m on him. I’ve been waiting all day, pacing the house like a caged animal. I need answers, and Nathan is the only one who’s got them. I don’t even give him a chance to drop his bag before I grab his arm and pull him toward me.“What’s going on with Celeste?” I ask, my voice coming out more desperate than I’d like.Nathan looks at me, confused, and pulls his arm out of my grip. “What are you talking about?”“You know what I’m talking about. The two of you went to the beach and skipped class, Nate. Something happened, and I need to know what.” I say and I can telll he's annoyed that I had someone following them but he has to know that nothing happens around here without me knowingHe sighs, running a hand through his hair, and for a moment, I think he’s not going to answer. “Liam, just leave me out of it. Go ask her”
I’m reaching for a box of cereal when I feel it—his presence. It’s like a dark cloud suddenly hanging over me, and before I can even turn around, I know. Liam.My heart speeds up, anger bubbling beneath the surface. I’ve been dodging him for three days. Three days of avoiding texts, ignoring calls, pretending he doesn’t exist. I’m not ready to see him yet. But here he is, and there’s no way out.When I finally turn around, he’s walking straight toward me, and he looks pissed. His jaw is clenched, his eyes sharp with anger, but I don’t care. If he thinks I’m just going to let him walk up and act like he’s the one who should be mad, he’s got another thing coming.“Celeste,” he growls, his voice low and angry.I don’t even flinch. “What?”He doesn’t answer, not right away. Instead, he steps closer, way too close for comfort, and grabs me by the
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