“Okay everyone, we will stop here today,” the professor said looking around the room. “We will continue again in the next class. Write your student ID at the bottom of your canvas and leave it here.” “We can't take it home?” O.G. questioned, cleaning his fingers with tissue paper. “I kind of like what I've created, might sell it online.” The class laughed, I couldn't stop myself either at the bluntness with which he said that. His painting was also nothing special, it looked like what most of us have created, but the colour contrast made it stand out among the others. It was very bright and fluid, with definite black strokes. It looked beautiful. “Not today,” the professor answered. She came to look at his painting and looked impressed. “They need to dry. I'll put them away safely when they are dried. You all can leave.” Everyone started collecting the materials they had brought to put back on the shelves. Neel took pictures of both of our canvases despite my protest
“No, you can't hold yourself responsible for what others feel. That's stupid, Kat.” The words hung in the air between us, and for a long moment, Dev just looked at me, his expression open, soft. There was a kind of gentleness in his gaze, a patience that made me feel like something scratched my heart. For all the times I had been pulled in one direction or another swept up in Lucas’s magnetism or Caspian’s quiet intimidation, here was Dev—solid and steady, a place where I didn’t have to choose sides or overthink what he was feeling. “How can you be so understanding about it?” I finally asked, almost in awe. “It’s like… nothing fazes you. I don't think I've met someone like you before in my life.” He smiled, but it was a faint, almost sad sort of smile. “It’s not that I’m unshakeable, Kat. But sometimes, I think we get so wrapped up in the noises in our head that we forget to see what’s right in front of us.” “I don't think I could ever be like that,” I accepted because I
I glanced over at him, seeing the quiet wisdom in his expression, the gentle way he moved through the world without letting the noise in his head consume him. There was something calming about watching Dev work. Every movement was deliberate and steady, as though he’d found some peace in the simplicity of planting seeds and getting his hands dirty. He didn’t need the drama or intensity; he didn’t need anything other than what was right in front of him. “Maybe you’re right,” I said, pressing another seedling into the earth. “I’ve been so caught up in trying to figure everyone out that I forgot to think about what I actually want. It’s like… I keep getting wrapped up in all the things I don’t know, all the things I’m trying to understand about other people, but I haven’t stopped to listen to myself.” Dev paused, glancing over at me with a hint of a smile. “And what is it you want, Miss Katherine?” I smiled at the way he ended his sentence. It was like a therapist talking with t
The next day came and once again, I found myself back in Chemistry I, flipping through my notebook as I waited for the lecture to start. Neel had an early class, so we had to leave for St. Louis earlier. I spent about an hour walking around the campus to check out different clubs and hangout spots. It was exciting to see different activities going around, but at the same time, I felt like I was missing all of it. My University life was just like my school life. I had made plans with Camilia during the summer of our senior year that we would enjoy our college life to the fullest. We would join various clubs and be part of different activities, instead of focusing our entire time on passing the classes. We also promised that we would make a number of friends and would be part of a big friend group. However, since I've joined St. Louis I didn't get a chance to make any of my promises into reality. I made only one friend, Diego, and still wasn't a part of any club. Seeing o
The rest of the morning passed in a blur. Between classes and the constant noise of the campus, I felt like I was floating just above the surface of everything. I went through the motions, answering questions when professors called on me, and nodding along whenever they looked at me while explaining something. But the whole time, my mind was somewhere else—back in the house, with Caspian, with Lucas. The reason for this is a text from Caspian I received when I was in the library. Caspian: Are you free this afternoon? I spent the break alone in the campus courtyard, letting the sun warm my face. Despite the noise around me—people laughing, the distant hum of a lawnmower, the echo of someone’s phone blaring a song—I felt oddly peaceful. I started to forget about Caspian as I went through the university's website to check for the clubs and activities that might interest me. Being away from the house, from the tension that had settled like a thick fog around me, made me realize h
The house was in view, looming quietly in the late afternoon light as Caspian and I made our way back from the park. I’d planned on heading inside, hoping to get a few moments to myself to digest everything, but before we could stop, Harry walked out of the house and stopped seeing us. His face lit up with a bright grin when we walked out of the car. “Hey!” He was holding a riding helmet in one hand and waving us over with the other. “Hey, where are you off to?” I asked, amused. “I am going for a ride,” he replied, gesturing towards the stable. “The horses are out and ready, and the weather’s perfect. You two should come with me.”“Right now?!” Caspian asked, looking at the sky. The sun was still above the horizon and the evening was at least an hour away. “Yeah, that's the only time I have,” He answered, pulling out his phone to check the time. “We still have more than an hour. Please, let's go, Caspian.” I glanced at Caspian, feeling a bit nervous but intrigued by the idea. It
The late afternoon slipped into the evening as we returned to the house, a comfortable quiet settling between us after the ride. Caspian’s hand brushed mine briefly as we stepped into the entryway, and I felt the familiar thrill run through me. It was a soft touch, barely there, but enough to stir up the unsteady mix of emotions that had been simmering under the surface since the park. Just as we were about to head further inside, I spotted Dev on the staircase, a curious look on his face as he glanced between the two of us. He leaned casually against the railing, looking as if he’d been waiting for us. “Back from the stables, I see,” Dev said, his voice light but with an undercurrent of amusement. “How was it? Get enough of the great outdoors?” Caspian shot him a look, his expression calm. “Let’s just say Midnight enjoyed herself.” “Good timing then,” Dev said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Neel and Leo are in the kitchen experimenting. You’re just in time to witness
The night air wrapped around us, cool and gentle, as Caspian and I strolled down the quiet garden path, a soft breeze rustling through the trees in the forest in front of us. He walked beside me, his hands tucked into his pockets, gaze fixed ahead. The silence between us stretched out, comfortable yet charged with a quiet energy that seemed to hum in the air around us. After a few moments, Caspian broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m glad you came to talk to me today,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving the path ahead. “I was going crazy, building up different scenarios in my head of what might happen next between us.” A smile tugged at my lips as I looked over at him, realizing I wasn’t the only one who’d been tangled up in endless scenarios. “It was what I needed too, honestly,” I replied, my voice soft. “I’m not saying I’m ready to believe everything just yet, not until I talk with Lucas. But I’m glad we cleared the air, even if a little.” He s
“She wouldn't play with Dad like that, would she?” His question made me uncomfortable because Mom was doing exactly that. She was with Derek because of his money and she claimed he knew that too and was fine with it, but I didn't know if I could pass that information to Leo or not. Whatever agreement they had was between them, and I believed it wasn't my place to share that with his sons. Thus, I hid the truth but didn't tell him lies about Mom either. “I don't know her enough to comment about that. She hasn't been around much and you know she dated a lot of men between my Dad and yours.” “Still, she's your mother,” Leo tried to pull out any information, it was understandable that he was worried about Derek. “You must know something.” “I know that she's not the most responsible person on the planet, and didn't care about her daughter for years,” I said, remembering how I wanted to leave with her when Dad and her divorced. “Apart from that, she's just a stranger to me. I guarant
“Leo likes Kat's friend, and we just had a little disagreement about it,” Derek explained to Mom while she came to stand behind him. He was still sitting on the stool idly tracing a pattern on the marble top while trying to gather his thoughts. He looked older that morning, weighed down by the events that took place the night before. His brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line, and his eyes were fixed somewhere far beyond the kitchen. “Oh! you didn't tell me about him?” Mom turned to look at Leo with curled lips. “Wait, is he the guy you've been texting recently.” Leo looked away, embarrassed. “And you told me it was someone from the class.”“You knew about it, yet didn't tell me anything?” Derek said suddenly and his voice carried that heavy, parental mix of frustration and concern. Though he didn't sound angry. “You should have told me earlier.”“I wasn't sure about it myself. Besides, I thought he was someone Kat was interested in,” she said, turning to look at me. “I
“Actually, Dad, I like Diego.” “No, you don't!” Derek almost laughed as he said those words. “You are too young to understand love.” “I'm an adult, and I'm talking about liking him and not being in love with him.” Leo walked to give Caspian a side hug and stood by his side instead of looking at Derek while he spoke. “I can do what I want.”“You don't have my permission to date some random guy you picked from the roads.” The kitchen felt like a pressure cooker, the air around us suddenly became too thick for comfort. I could feel it—the tension that hung between everyone, and how each breath sounded heavier than the last.I was standing by the island, pretending to look at the coffee mugs lined up on the shelf, but my mind was a swirl of thoughts. I could feel the shift, the quiet unease. Something was wrong, and it wasn’t just the way Derek responded to Leo, but something else was going on. I didn't know what it was, but I could feel it in my bones. The moment had been creeping u
My eyes fluttered open slowly, and I saw the sunlight streaming through the balcony in my bedroom. I groaned tiredly, my whole body was heavy with exhaustion from the previous night. For a brief, disoriented moment, I wondered if it had all been a dream—the party, the argument, the fight, the tension hanging so thick in the air it almost made me feel suffocation. My heart lurched as a thought shot through my mind. Caspian. ‘Is he still here?’ I questioned myself and turned my head quickly, scanning the room for any sign of him. The bed beside me was empty. No lingering warmth, no trace of his presence anywhere. I once again melted under the covers as a wave of relief washed over me. Though it mingled with a strange, inexplicable disappointment. I wasn’t sure which emotion was stronger; the relief of not being caught with him or the disappointment of not waking up in his arms. I touched my lips, remembering the way he kissed me in the tree house. His hands tenderly played with my
Caspian’s hand was warm as he took mine in his own and led me through the creeping shadows of the forest. The branches of the trees above us whispered secrets to each other. And our only companion in that dark night was the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the branches that swayed under the spell of the wind. The sounds of the birthday party faded behind us; the hum of voices and the music became a distant murmur that we couldn't hear anymore. I felt a strange sense of anticipation, like we were sneaking away to a place that existed just for the two of us. He stopped in front of a large oak that stood tall near their house. Its branches stretched in all directions, and the trunk was so wide that it would require at least seven people standing hand in hand to fully encircle it. The bark of the tree was rough and weathered, telling stories of countless seasons that had passed. A ladder was nailed into it, and it disappeared into the darkness above. Caspian’s lips curled
The music from the sound system thumped gently in the background, blending with the laughter and chatter that floated through the cool, soothing air of Lake Willow.The fairy lights strung along the trees cast a warm, golden glow across the boathouse and the surrounding clearing. Everything was perfect, in a way I hadn’t expected it to be. But then again, it wasn’t the beautiful decorations or the tasty cake that made the night special. It was the people—my brothers, my family—finally feeling like they had a place to just be.I watched Harry moving through the dance floor, surrounded by his friends, with joy in his eyes. He was laughing; his arms were flailing in a carefree rhythm that made me smile despite the fear of what Dad might do tomorrow, eating away my brain cells. If he decided to throw us out, I had to take care of my brothers and provide them with necessities. To most of their cards, Dad still had access, and he could freeze their account whenever he wanted; thankfully,
I already knew about the surprise party; Harry did too. The way Kat, Dev and others had tried to be subtle, sneaking around and exchanging knowing glances, was almost comical. Leo couldn't be sneaky, even if it cost him his life. I heard him speaking about the surprise on the phone more than once, while Harry guessed it seeing the way others interacted with each other. Both me and Harry figured it out days ago, but neither of us said a word to anyone. Pretending not to know felt easier than watching their faces fall, realizing all their hard work would go to waste. They wanted the day to be special—for us. Despite everything—the strained dinner conversations and the silences that cut sharper than words—we didn’t want to ruin it for them. We didn’t want to ruin their mood and take away the one thing they thought would make our day special. They were already going against Dad by planning the surprise. As we walked toward the boathouse, the air was still dense due to the argument
“A surprise?” I nodded my head, forcing a small smile. “Yeah, a surprise for you and Harry. Come with us and I promise you, it will be better than this.” He laughed, “Anything in this world is going to be better than this.” Dev looked down to lock eyes with Ian and, in a soft, love-filled voice, said, “I am sorry for not doing anything and letting you go through all of this; let me and the others show how much we love you.” “Y-you don't have to show me anything, I know,” Ian took a shaky breath and nodded before wrapping his arms around Dev. Just then, Caspian and Lucas appeared with Harry in tow. They were laughing about something, but when they noticed Dev and Ian, they stopped. A veil of confusion covered their faces as they tried to figure out what happened. “What’s going on?” Harry’s brow furrowed, and his eyes flickered between us. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, it was Alaric, forget about him,” Ian said, pulling away from Dev and then turned towards the others. “Did they
I saw Diego standing near the entrance with a small bag in his hand as I tried not to look at the people checking me out. He had a tense smile on his lips and looked lost, I almost laughed seeing him looking for me. He pulled his phone out and stepped to the side, hiding away from the stolen glances he received from ladies near him. He looked sharp in the blue suit he was wearing and had his hair slicked back. My phone started to ring and I realised he was calling me. I was about to pick up the call when he looked in my direction, and our eyes met, I waved my hand, and with a faint smile, he walked towards me. He had a little jump in his steps that he was trying to hide, but when he looked at me completely, his jaw was on the grass. All the nervousness due to being in an event like that and the unease from before was gone. His eyes sparkled and I felt Caspian turning towards him. “Wow,” he said, mesmerized as he looked up and down. Weirdly, with Diego, I didn't feel creeped out li