Evans -I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, and tossing a stress ball from hand to hand. The dorm was quiet, save for the occasional sound of doors slamming down the hall or someone laughing loudly. My roommate and friend, Rusty, was sitting at his desk, headphones on, bobbing his head to some beat I couldn’t hear.It had been a weird couple of days. My argument with Cameroon in the library kept replaying in my head like a song I couldn’t skip. No matter how much I tried to shrug it off, it stuck with me. The tension in his voice, the way his eyes burned with frustration—it wasn’t just the project. There was something else there, something I couldn’t quite figure out.Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “Rusty, be honest with me. Am I likable?”Rusty pulled off his headphones, turning around in his chair with a confused expression. “What?”“You heard me,” I said, sitting up and leaning against the wall. “Do people... like me?”He snorted, shaking his head. “Evans, of
Cameroon -I had always loved swimming. It helped me clear my mind and find solutions to complicated problems, such as crushing on a guy who was everything I needed to stay clear of. What was about Evans I liked so damned much? Yes, he was attractive. Yes, he was smart. And yes, he was likable, but not only in that superficial way popular kids usually were. It was just his damned luck that, after running away from an impossible situation, he would end up in much a similar one.Jake had been... I sighed. He had seemed perfect at first, too, right? Dangerous and sexy, that bad boy appeal, fantastic body, cute smile, and all that. I just couldn't believe I was walking down the same path again. There were differences, however, in how the two compared if I thought about it long enough. Something was a bit twisted in Jake's soul; as far as I could recall, he was materialistic; that should have sent all my alarm systems on high alert.Only that I had been too much in love to pay it any mind.
CameroonI didn’t know why I said it. I didn’t want to talk about Jake; I didn’t want to give Evans the satisfaction of knowing how much seeing him with Jake at the party had messed with me. But here I was, standing in front of him, towel clutched like a lifeline, spilling my guts—or at least the bare minimum.“It’s not about that,” I muttered, avoiding his gaze.“Then what is it about?” Evans asked, his voice soft but persistent.I clenched my jaw, hating how he was looking at me, like he actually cared. It would’ve been easier if he’d just laughed it off or walked away. Instead, he stayed, waiting for an answer I wasn’t sure I wanted to give.“It’s… complicated,” I said finally, echoing the same weak excuse I’d given before.“Cameroon, I can’t fix what I don’t understand,” he said, stepping closer. His tone wasn’t mocking or defensive—it was genuine, and that made it worse. “If I hurt you, I want to know how."I let out a bitter laugh. “You didn’t hurt me. Not directly, anyway."He
CameroonEvans and I stood in front of the library door, staring at the enormous “CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE” sign like it had personally betrayed us.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “Who shuts a library on a weekday? This is peak nerd traffic.”Evans leaned against the doorframe, looking far too amused for someone whose grade depended on this project. “Guess the universe wants us to bond in more intimate settings.”I glared at him. “Don’t make it weird.”“Too late,” he said with a smirk.With no other options, I sighed. “Fine. You can come to my dorm. Dexter’s out with Trixie, so we’ll have the place to ourselves.”“I hope your room is clean,” Evans muttered under his breath.I ignored him and led the way to my dorm. I swung open the door, expecting the usual mess Dexter called “organized chaos.” What I did not expect was to walk in on that.Dexter was sprawled on the bed, naked. Trixie, equally naked, was straddling him in what could only be de
The party was already in full swing when I arrived—a perfect mix of too loud, too crowded, and somehow still tolerable because I knew most of the faces. It was one of those gatherings where you could barely take a step without running into someone you knew from class or sports or the local café down the street. But as was always the case at these gatherings, the people you couldn’t stand also showed up.And of all the people I couldn’t stand, Evans Blake was at the very top of my list.I spotted him the second I walked in. Tall, bespectacled, and every bit as infuriating as he was during our university debates. He stood by the bar, gesticulating wildly to a group of people who were all nodding along to whatever self-important crap he was spewing. God, I hated him.It wasn’t just that we were on the debate team together and that we were constantly butting heads. Evans had a knack to argue about everything. And by "everything," I mean everything—from the theory of utilitarianism to whic
I narrowed my eyes, swirling the beer in my hand. “Still convinced that being able to quote The Art of War makes you interesting?”The people around us shifted awkwardly, sensing the brewing storm. Evans grinned, that smug smile that made my fist itch to wipe it off his face. “I’m just saying quoting strategy books is a little more useful than knowing how to throw a ball.”"Useful?" I barked out a laugh. "Yeah, nothing says 'life skills' like being able to ruin a party with strategic discourse."“You know,” Evans said, tilting his head, “I bet you couldn’t even keep up in a real competition. I’ve got stamina for days.”“Stamina, huh? You couldn’t handle a jog, let alone a real test of endurance.”One of our friends interrupted with a grin. “Why don’t you two settle this with a good old-fashioned drinking match?”The crowd perked up at this. What started as a petty exchange had turned into a public spectacle. I couldn’t back down now. Not in front of everyone. Especially not in front o
The morning sun was way too bright, and my brain was still swimming in a hazy fog thanks to the brilliant idea of participating in last night’s drinking game.I groaned, glancing at my phone. 10:15 AM. Great. I had a class in exactly five minutes, and I wasn’t even out of bed yet. Philosophy. Perfect. The only thing worse than trying to understand the meaning of life with a hangover was doing it in front of Professor Daniel, who loved to call on students at their most vulnerable moments.I scrambled out of bed, throwing on the first semi-clean outfit I could find. No time for coffee. Not even time for dignity.I burst into the lecture hall like a bat out of cave, hoping, praying, and begging the universe that Evans wouldn’t be there. Surely, the golden boy of this campus would have better things to do than make it to this class. Like, maybe he had to sleep in after last night’s game too, right?Nope. There he was. Sitting in the front row, all polished and immaculate, not a single hai
The neon lights outside the bar flickered like they always did, casting a hazy glow on the pavement as I made my way to the entrance. I had been looking forward to this all day—a night out with Jake in the same bar where we first met. The place had become kind of "our spot.".I scanned the bar and saw Jake, as usual, behind it. He was wearing that grin, the one that could light up a room even in a place where every corner was filled with noise and flashing lights. But something felt... off. He wasn't working the crowd like usual, wasn't leaning in to hear the regulars' stories or laughing at someone’s joke. He looked distant.I weaved through the crowd and made my way to the bar, throwing him a casual wave as I got closer. "Hey, you!"Jake looked up, and I swear his smile faltered for a split second before it returned—less bright, more polite.“Hey,” he said, his voice a little too casual. He glanced around nervously, wiping down the counter. “Can we, uh, talk for a second?”My stomac
CameroonEvans and I stood in front of the library door, staring at the enormous “CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE” sign like it had personally betrayed us.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “Who shuts a library on a weekday? This is peak nerd traffic.”Evans leaned against the doorframe, looking far too amused for someone whose grade depended on this project. “Guess the universe wants us to bond in more intimate settings.”I glared at him. “Don’t make it weird.”“Too late,” he said with a smirk.With no other options, I sighed. “Fine. You can come to my dorm. Dexter’s out with Trixie, so we’ll have the place to ourselves.”“I hope your room is clean,” Evans muttered under his breath.I ignored him and led the way to my dorm. I swung open the door, expecting the usual mess Dexter called “organized chaos.” What I did not expect was to walk in on that.Dexter was sprawled on the bed, naked. Trixie, equally naked, was straddling him in what could only be de
CameroonI didn’t know why I said it. I didn’t want to talk about Jake; I didn’t want to give Evans the satisfaction of knowing how much seeing him with Jake at the party had messed with me. But here I was, standing in front of him, towel clutched like a lifeline, spilling my guts—or at least the bare minimum.“It’s not about that,” I muttered, avoiding his gaze.“Then what is it about?” Evans asked, his voice soft but persistent.I clenched my jaw, hating how he was looking at me, like he actually cared. It would’ve been easier if he’d just laughed it off or walked away. Instead, he stayed, waiting for an answer I wasn’t sure I wanted to give.“It’s… complicated,” I said finally, echoing the same weak excuse I’d given before.“Cameroon, I can’t fix what I don’t understand,” he said, stepping closer. His tone wasn’t mocking or defensive—it was genuine, and that made it worse. “If I hurt you, I want to know how."I let out a bitter laugh. “You didn’t hurt me. Not directly, anyway."He
Cameroon -I had always loved swimming. It helped me clear my mind and find solutions to complicated problems, such as crushing on a guy who was everything I needed to stay clear of. What was about Evans I liked so damned much? Yes, he was attractive. Yes, he was smart. And yes, he was likable, but not only in that superficial way popular kids usually were. It was just his damned luck that, after running away from an impossible situation, he would end up in much a similar one.Jake had been... I sighed. He had seemed perfect at first, too, right? Dangerous and sexy, that bad boy appeal, fantastic body, cute smile, and all that. I just couldn't believe I was walking down the same path again. There were differences, however, in how the two compared if I thought about it long enough. Something was a bit twisted in Jake's soul; as far as I could recall, he was materialistic; that should have sent all my alarm systems on high alert.Only that I had been too much in love to pay it any mind.
Evans -I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, and tossing a stress ball from hand to hand. The dorm was quiet, save for the occasional sound of doors slamming down the hall or someone laughing loudly. My roommate and friend, Rusty, was sitting at his desk, headphones on, bobbing his head to some beat I couldn’t hear.It had been a weird couple of days. My argument with Cameroon in the library kept replaying in my head like a song I couldn’t skip. No matter how much I tried to shrug it off, it stuck with me. The tension in his voice, the way his eyes burned with frustration—it wasn’t just the project. There was something else there, something I couldn’t quite figure out.Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “Rusty, be honest with me. Am I likable?”Rusty pulled off his headphones, turning around in his chair with a confused expression. “What?”“You heard me,” I said, sitting up and leaning against the wall. “Do people... like me?”He snorted, shaking his head. “Evans, of
Evans -I left the library, still fuming from the argument with Cameroon. The chill of the evening air bit at my skin, but it wasn’t enough to cool the heat simmering in my chest. Why was he so mad at me? Sure, we’d bickered, but that was par for the course. This felt different, like there was something personal simmering beneath his words.I replayed the argument in my head, searching for clues. Was it something I said? Something I did? Cameroon had this way of looking at me, like he could see straight through all the walls I’d put up, and I hated it. But tonight, that look wasn’t just piercing—it was accusing.As I crossed the quad, I spotted Vance leaning casually against a lamppost, his ever-present smirk plastered on his face. Great. Just what I needed.“Evans!” he called out, his tone laced with mischief. “Long time no see. You’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you?"I rolled my eyes. “If only I were that lucky."Vance fell into step beside me as I headed toward my dorm. “So,” he said
Cameroon -I slumped into my chair, my phone in one hand, my will to live in the other—or at least what was left of it. Evans’ name lit up on the screen with a message:"Library at 6. We need to finalize the project."I stared at it for a solid minute, torn between annoyance and, well, more annoyance. After the party, I’d promised myself to keep my distance, to stop letting Evans occupy my head. But here he was, dragging me into the library for the philosophy project we’d been assigned to work on.I had half a mind to reply with a flat-out “no” or a very pointed “do it yourself.” But no. That would make me look petty, and I wasn’t about to give Evans the satisfaction of thinking I was upset about him flirting—or whatever he was doing—with Jake. I could handle this. Cool, calm, and collected. Like the adult I pretended to be.By the time I arrived at the library, Evans was already there, sitting at a table near the back, poised as ever. His posture screamed “model student,” while his s
Cameroon - I was fuming and trying to hide. From across the room, I watched as Evans laughed at something Jake said, leaning in a little closer than he needed to. Jake’s hand lingered on Evans’ arm, and I swear he looked like he was seconds away from pawing at him like Evans was some kind of prize. The whole scene made me want to roll my eyes so hard they’d never come back down.And the worst part? Evans wasn’t exactly stopping him. If anything, he seemed… amused by Jake’s antics. His smile, that easy way he was leaning in, all of it sent my thoughts spiraling. I mean, who did that? Especially with someone else’s ex?I tried to rationalize it. Evans and I weren’t anything. We weren’t even friends, really. Maybe it was ridiculous of me to be this worked up over him flirting with Jake, but still. Jake was the guy I used to care about, the guy I’d once trusted. Seeing him latch onto Evans so quickly, though, made me wonder if I’d ever really known him at all.For a split second, I consid
Evans -I was crammed into a corner of the packed party with my friends Rusty and Damien, half-watching the chaos unfold around us. It was the usual scene—kids laughing too loud, music blaring at a decibel level that should’ve been illegal, and the occasional questionable dance move that made you wonder why people tried to dance at all.Damien was already leaning into a corner with a girl I didn’t recognise, clearly more focused on her than on any of us. Rusty kept nudging me, grinning and pointing out different people, trying to get me to join in on his endless gossip. I gave him the occasional nod, just enough to seem engaged, but really, I was focused on a different task: avoiding Vance.Vance, with his exaggerated laugh and the smug “I own this place” attitude, was hanging nearby, eyeing me like he wanted to come over. When your dad is one of the college trus
Camreoon -The next morning, I met Trixie outside her dorm, clutching her phone like she was ready to dial every vet in town. Her face was a mix of worry and guilt as I explained what had happened with Mr. Muffels.“Oh my god,” she whispered, hand flying to her mouth. “Poor Mr. Muffels! I had no idea this would happen—thank you so much for taking him to the vet, Cam. I owe you big time.” She gave me a quick hug and then checked her phone again. “I’ve got to get over there right away.”As she hurried off towards the clinic, I felt a strange mix of pride and relief. At least Mr. Muffels was in good hands now, and Trixie was finally there to fuss over him in person.After she left, I thought about walking over with her but decided against it. I’d spent enough time worrying over that cat yesterday. Besides, I wasn’t eager to run into Evans again. Seeing him in that vet uniform, cool and calm while I was on the verge of losing it, had been weird enough. The last thing I needed was for Trix