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Let's be Together TWENTY TWO
"That is incorrect. Are you not studying, Grace?"It’s the third time today I’m called out, and not for anything remotely good. I shift on my feet, glancing up at Mr. Harrison, whose look of disappointment is practically etched into his face. He stares at me like I’ve committed some unspeakable crime—like maybe I’ve stolen his lunch and didn’t leave a single crumb in return. A few people around me snicker, and I grit my teeth, trying to ignore them. Being the center of attention has never been my thing, and when I am, it’s definitely not for anything noteworthy. I mutter a quick, half-hearted apology and slide back into my seat, pretending to focus on my home science book, but the words swim before my eyes, making my head pound.This isn’t new; it’s been this way all day. First, Miss Rathi, our chemistry teacher, ripped into me for messing up a basic reaction. Then, in English Lit, I zoned out so thoroughly that Miss Harriet had to call my name twice before I even realized she was
Last Updated : 2024-12-22Let's be Together TWENTY THREE
I pace in my room like a caged animal,glancing at my phone every now and then. Thirty-seven minutes. It’s been only thirty-seven damn minutes since Millie and I went our separate ways. I came home, and she…well, she went off to a party with Quinn. And ever since, I haven’t been able to sit still. I keep telling myself it’s fine; this isn’t the first time she’s gone somewhere without me. But something about this feels wrong. There’s this tight, gnawing tug in my chest I can’t shake.She’d been so...off. She didn’t glare at James. She didn’t snap or throw any passive-aggressive looks our way. Hell, she barely acknowledged him. It’s like she’s suddenly indifferent, and it pisses me off more than when she’s her usual overprotective self. For all the times I rolled my eyes at her attitude, it turns out her silence is somehow worse. And then there’s Quinn—the way she was all over Millie, acting like she knows her, looping her arm around her like they’ve been best friends forever. Th
Last Updated : 2024-12-22Let's be Together TWENTY FOUR
Things have changed. So much that just sitting here, watching her from across the cafeteria, makes my chest ache in ways I can't ignore. I pick at my salad, the cucumber and tomato taste as bitter as my mood as I glance toward Millie’s table. She's sitting there with the basketball girls—and, of course, Quinn. Three days. Three damn days since I watched her kiss Quinn at that party. Three days since everything between us felt like it hit a wall. We haven’t talked, not the way we used to. And every time I see her, she’s with Quinn, her new best friend, it seems. God, I hate her.“Earth to Grace?” Juhyuk’s voice snaps me out of it. I finally look away, swallowing the bite I barely tasted. He studies me with a mix of curiosity and concern. “You look off. What’s up?”I force myself to nod, eyes dropping to my bowl of sad, limp lettuce. But he’s not buying it. He scoots closer, pushing gently. “Grace, come on. You’re barely eating, and you’re staring at Millie’s table like it’s gonna e
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I rummage through my closet, shoving hanger after hanger aside, finding every piece of clothing trash. Why did I even say yes to this date? I already know the answer. I can practically hear my subconscious mocking me, reminding me this was a petty act of jealousy, pure and simple. God, what was I thinking?My phone rings, snapping me out of it, and I see Alejandro’s name flashing on the screen. I sigh, sliding to answer, trying to sound more enthusiastic than I feel. After a cheerful hello, he says he’ll be outside my place in ten minutes. My eyes go wide, and I force out a laugh, trying to keep my voice steady. “Oh no, no, you don’t need to come all the way here. Let’s just meet outside Coffeehouse Central,” I say quickly, praying he’ll agree.He hesitates, saying he really doesn’t mind, but I insist harder until he finally gives in, agreeing to meet there. The second the call ends, I flop onto my bed, groaning, phone still in hand. Without really thinking, I open my photo albums,
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This whole scene feels like something out of Twilight or Mission: Impossible. Sneaking behind trees, ducking into bushes, and hoping I don't get spotted—if only I could feel as cool as I imagine I look. But really, my heart's pounding so hard, I'm half convinced Millie can hear it every time she glances back. And, of course, she does turn around—twice. I flatten myself against the trunk of an oak, praying I'm hidden enough and feeling like an absolute idiot. Millie has that freaky sixth sense—she can tell when someone is following her or even staring at her , so if she catches me out here, I'll have zero excuses. After all, I was the one who said I needed "space."What are you even doing? my subconscious mocks. You wanted space, remember? But now, seeing her and Quinn disappearing into the woods, I can't stop. My feet just keep moving.They're laughing, Quinn's voice way too loud, cutting through the silence of the trees. I grit my teeth. What the hell are they doing here, anyway?
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The firelight flickers, casting warped shadows across everyone's faces as they all sit in stunned silence. My heart pounds, the heat from the flames nothing compared to the one now searing under my skin.Tristan shifts awkwardly beside me, while Buzz Cut lets out a loud laugh, cutting through the tension."What kind of question is that, bruh?" he teases, and Quinn joins in, chuckling. "Yeah, Grace, where did that even come from?" Her laugh is light, but Millie's eyes stay locked on me, unflinching, serious. She's not laughing, not letting me brush this off like a stupid joke."Sip, people! If you've done it!" Tristan announces, holding up his bottle, trying to bring the game back to lighthearted territory. But no one sips—not even Millie. And that stings. Because she's lying. I know it."Millie, you're not sipping?" I ask, my voice carefully casual, forcing a smile that feels paper-thin.She raises her chin, giving me a look that's dead serious. "Do you think I should?"The urge to c
Last Updated : 2024-12-27Let's be Together TWENTY EIGHT
“Where were you two?” Felicity asks, her voice sharp and suspicious. She’s standing by the dying fire, arms crossed, her scowl aimed at us like we’ve committed some grand betrayal. Before I can answer, Quinn bounces over, her tone all sugar-coated concern. “We thought you left, Grace. Did we offend you or something?” Millie beats me to it, her grin easy and playful as she drapes an arm around my shoulders. “Relax. Grace and I just needed to hash some stuff out.” Her eyes glint mischievously as she sneaks a glance at me. My cheeks burn instantly. I’m sure my face is the color of a ripe tomato, but I try to play it cool, brushing nonexistent dust off my skirt as if I haven’t just been kissed senseless in the dark. Millie adds a quick tease about my “serious debate skills,” and the group erupts into laughter, myself included, though it’s more out of relief than humor. This—her laughter, the warmth in her voice—is the Millie I know. The Millie I’ve missed. Her smile, the one
Last Updated : 2024-12-31Let's be Together TWENTY NINE
The second I shut my bedroom door, I grab my phone and hurriedly dial James’s number. Each ring feels like a taunt, my nerves tightening until he finally picks up on the third try. His voice filters through the speaker, smooth and full of amusement, the deep sound of his laughter catching me off guard.“Well, if it isn’t pool girl,” he drawls.“Why are you still calling me that?” I mutter, leaning against the edge of my bed.“Because it’s cute,” he says with a chuckle. “Why else?”I ignore the way his tone makes me want to roll my eyes into another dimension. “Why did you call me earlier?” I ask, trying to steer the conversation back on track.There’s too much noise on his end—music, chatter, maybe even some yelling—and his response comes out garbled, lost in the chaos.“What?” I press, my voice louder. “James, I can’t hear you. Say it again.”“Hold on,” he says, his voice cutting in and out as the background noise shifts. “Give me a second.”Two painfully long minutes later, the nois
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The first time I have a sleepover at Millie’s house, I almost get banned from ever stepping foot there again.It isn’t my fault. Not entirely.Okay, maybe seventy percent my fault, but I have reasons.Millie and I are seven, inseparable as always, and she has been begging me to come over for weeks. Every day at school, she leans over and whispers conspiratorially, “Gracie, just ask your mom. It’s not like you have a bedtime anyway.” Which, first of all, rude. I do have a bedtime—it just isn’t strictly enforced.But after relentless pleading (and Millie practically bribing my mom with her big green eyes), I finally get the okay.The plan? Fun, chaos, and destruction.The reality? Worse.It starts with an innocent idea. We are in Millie’s room, surrounded by an explosion of toys, her bed covered in a mix of stuffed animals, half-dressed Barbies that I bring with me, and one sock that she swears isn’t dirty. I’m wearing my best purple pajamas, and Millie is in her favorite dinosaur onesi
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The arcade is alive with flashing neon lights, the constant clinking of coins, and an upbeat playlist thumping through the speakers. The air smells like buttery popcorn, sweet candy, and the distant tang of something fried—bacon, maybe. It’s chaotic, loud, and smells a little questionable, but it’s undeniably fun. Millie, of course, is thriving. The squeak of my rental shoes matches my groan as I chuck the basketball toward the return box. “This is so unfair,” I whine, crossing my arms in defeat. Millie chuckles next to me, effortlessly sinking another ball into the hoop with that confident smirk of hers. She glances my way, her green eyes glinting under the neon lights. “What’s not fair?” she asks, tossing the ball back like she does this every day—which, I mean, she kind of does. I huff, pointing dramatically at the scoreboard. “I suck at basketball, and you’re basically a pro. This is a scam. I’m calling foul.” She shrugs, effortlessly tossing another ball through the hoop, not
Let's be Together BONUS: A CHRISTMAS STORY
MILLIEThe snow falls in a quiet rhythm, dusting the streets of our little town in white, like some Hallmark movie—except this one has its fair share of chaos.Grace and I trudge along the sidewalk, arms linked and breath misting in the air. She's bundled up in her ridiculous oversized scarf that could double as a damn blanket, her cheeks red from the cold. She looks adorable, not that I'd ever admit it outright. Not right now, at least. I'm saving the sap for later."Are you sure it's this way?" she asks, narrowing her eyes as she squints up at the barely lit street sign."Trust me, baby," I say, giving her hand a squeeze. "Have I ever steered you wrong?""Do you want me to list the times or—""Okay, okay," I cut in, laughing. "Not tonight, Dimples. Tonight, I am a woman with a plan."We're headed to Samantha's annual Christmas bash, a tradition infamous for being equal parts festive cheer and utter debauchery. The last time we attended, someone set the tree on fire—not exactly the k
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Taking a deep breath, I turn to face the crowd. Their faces blur under the haze of party lights and the glare of too many phone screens, like vultures waiting for a spectacle. My hands tremble slightly, gripping the microphone as though it’s the only thing tethering me to this moment.I’ve been a coward for so long. Scared of rejection, judgment, and whispers behind my back. But now, watching Millie stand there, her green eyes shimmering with defiance and something deeper—something only I see—I know I have to be brave. Not for me. For her.“This might be fun and amusing for all of you,” I start, my voice cracking at first but gaining strength. “But it’s not for us.”A hush falls over the crowd, their curiosity sharpening like blades. I dare to meet their gazes, my chest tightening, but I refuse to look away.“Millie and I... we’ve been friends for a long time. Since we were kids.” My voice softens, the weight of the years tugging at my words. “I’ve loved her even before I realized wha
Let's be Together FORTY NINE
The pool area is a chaos of sound, light, and bodies. Music blares from hidden speakers—something loud, raw, with a bass drop that rattles my chest. It’s not Kendrick Lamar, but it’s close enough. The crowd surges with movement, students packed like sardines in costumes that range from ridiculous to barely-there. My grip on Jugyoung tightens as I’m jostled on all sides.“I can’t find her,” I mutter, my head darting around to scan the sea of faces. “Do you see Harley Quinn?”Jugyoung raises an eyebrow. “Who’s Harley Quinn?”“Millie.”“Your Harley Quinn? Cute,” she smirks and stretches on her toes to search. Even with the extra height, no luck. I’d texted Millie, but there’s no response, and the more time passes, the more restless I feel.The music is cut, leaving only Shawn Jones’s voice echoing through the speakers. The poolside party transforms into an attentive audience, fixated on him as he stands at the center of the lounge area, bathed in dim orange lights. He’s decked out in an
Let's be Together FORTY EIGHT
The night air claws at my skin like icy fingers, making me regret every single life decision that led to me standing in front of Kenzie McCoy’s house underdressed and freezing my ass off. The house is loud enough to be mistaken for a concert venue, pulsing with music that spills out like the lifeblood of the party, dragging half the damn school into its chaotic orbit. Different colored lights flash through the windows like the place has been turned into a second-rate nightclub, and the garden is already trashed.“This better not turn into another ‘strip or swim’ situation,” Mariam groans beside me, tugging at the brim of her pointy black witch hat. She looks great, honestly—classic and witchy, though the scowl on her face doesn’t quite scream "magical and mysterious."Millie leans in closer, a devilish glint in her eye. “If it does, it might be funny to see you finally skinny-dipping.”Mariam spins around, shooting Millie a glare that could freeze molten lava. “Not happening.”I arch
Let's be Together FORTY SEVEN
I have no idea what the hell is going on. Millie and I are perched on the couch in my living room, my palms damp against hers, while Mom sits across from us with an amused smile that’s doing nothing to ease my nerves. I mean, it’s weird enough that she called Millie my girlfriend—which, okay, true, but hearing it from her just felt... surreal. Millie’s grinning like she’s enjoying the whole thing, and honestly? That’s making it even weirder.“So,” Mom starts, clasping her hands together like she’s about to lead a goddamn family therapy session. “Millie, are you the one who proposed to my daughter first?”Millie glances at me with a soft, teasing look, then turns back to Mom, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “Yes,” she admits.I shoot Mom a look that screams please stop, but she just waves me off like I’m being dramatic. “Oh, don’t be shy now,” she teases, her eyes twinkling with mischief.I internally roll my eyes so hard they might as well fall out of my skull, but Millie, ever
Let's be Together FORTY SIX
"Yeah, I posted it," he says, leaning back on his heels as if he’s proud of himself. "So what? What the hell are you gonna do about it, Larsen? Cry to your mommy? Run to Principal Henderson and tell her a big, bad boy hurt your feelings?"He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, his sneer widening. "Go ahead, file your little complaint. No one’s going to believe you. You’ve got no proof I was the one who took the picture. For all they know, it could’ve been anyone."His words stab at my composure, but I keep my expression neutral, biting back the retort bubbling inside me. He has no idea that admitting this to my face was the exact proof I needed. Millie stands a step behind me, her arms crossed and her jaw tight, practically vibrating with restrained fury.“Ryle,” I say slowly, tilting my head, “do you know what cyber harassment is?”He snorts. “Oh, here we go. You think you’re gonna scare me with your big words?”“I’m serious,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “You illegally post
Let's be Together FORTY FIVE
Millie texts back, suggesting we meet near the old science building—a spot few students ever visit. Yes, the school has many old buildings. The place has a weird reputation for being creepy, and most people avoid it like the plague. Perfect for a private conversation.I reply with a quick Okay and head out of the algebra classroom. Ipsa spent the entire period trying to pick a fight, tossing snide comments like daggers. I did my best to ignore her, even though my patience was paper-thin. A bitch will always be a bitch, and she’s not worth the energy.Stopping by my locker, I shove my books inside. The crisp autumn air greets me as soon as I step out of the building. October has settled in, bringing the kind of chill that seeps into your bones. Tugging my jacket tighter and shoving my hands into my pockets, I make my way to the old science building.As I approach, I pull out my phone and call Millie. She picks up instantly, her voice smooth as ever. “Look to your right.”I turn my head
