SageKaiden and I sat in silence at first.Neither of us wanted to acknowledge the awkwardness of the situation, but it was impossible to ignore.I had no idea why the professor would leave us here knowing that we would be at each other’s throat before the night ends.I wonder if he had that much faith in me or he just didn’t care what we do. I was still pissed off that Kaiden was here. How was I supposed to stay with someone that openly said he hated me?Should I smile or just pretend like we don’t have so much history. I mean after what the professor said, was it even possible that I had feelings for my best friend.I looked at him to find him pointedly looking at everywhere else apart from me. I forced my gaze back to the television.I reached for the remote and he swatted my hand, I rubbed it, “what the hell?”“I am watching it.”I wanted to argue that he wasn’t even paying attention but I didn’t want trouble. Maybe that’s why the professor trusted me to keep Kaiden in check.I c
KaidenI was being ridiculous.I knew it. I knew it.Everybody knew it.And yet, I couldn’t stop the irritation clawing at my chest, couldn’t silence the voice in my head that kept circling back to the same damn thought.Why the hell do I care so much?I repeated the same thing over and over again, like some kind of twisted mantra hoping it would curb all the thoughts.I didn’t care about the professor. Not like that.Sage was the one I liked. Sage was the one who got under my skin in ways no one else did, the one who made my blood run hot with nothing more than a sharp remark or a cocky smirk.The professor?I just wanted to fuck him.That was it. That was all.So why the hell was I sitting here, stewing in my own irritation. I tried to tell myself that it was just anger from him bringing Sage here when he knew what I was trying to do.Woo him enough to get into his bed again.Sage ignored me after I snapped at him, he told me to my face to quit whining and acting so pathetic. I agre
SageAfter Kaiden left, I expected some kind of reaction from the professor. Maybe a sigh, maybe a muttered complaint under his breath about Kaiden being too dramatic. Instead, he just stared at the door for a few seconds, his expression unreadable, before turning back to me with a look that made my stomach drop.His eyes were cold. Detached.Just like I expected him to be earlier. I was truly surprised when he entertained me for as long as he did.He moved away from me, putting distance between us like I was something he needed to avoid."Your sulking doesn’t concern me, Sage," he said curtly. "Neither does Kaiden’s tantrum."I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. "I wasn’t sulking," I lied.He didn’t even acknowledge my response. He turned on his heel, walking toward the staircase, but just before he disappeared from view, he cast one final glance toward the door where Kaiden had left.My fingers curled into fists.That single look, barely a second, barely anything at all was e
KaidenI mindlessly scrolled through old messages while waiting for his texts.He didn’t text back after I sent him the location and that made me a little sad because I was expecting him to barrel in here.I had left his house without a word, without a backward glance, hoping no, expecting that he would come after me. That he would notice my absence, realize something was missing, and care enough to follow.But the phone remained silent.I sighed, running a hand down my face. Maybe it was childish, maybe it was dramatic, but I didn’t care. Sage was always there, always pushing his way into spaces that didn’t belong to him, always acting like he had some special claim. And the professor let him. He entertained his whining, let him get away with things I never could.Something he could never do with me. I have to be nagging if I want him to spend time with me. I didn’t want it to resort to this but it looks like I have no choice.I needed to remind him, remind myself that I wasn’t just
SageI knew I had to be careful because when I saw him standing in the doorway of my apartment, leaning against the frame with that same smug confidence, I felt an odd mixture of excitement and apprehension.His piercing gaze swept over me before he stepped inside without waiting for an invitation.I shut the door behind him, folding my arms. “I don’t want to chat with you.”“Why is that?”I gaped at him like he was crazy, maybe he was.“Are you really asking me that? You sent your men to attack me. I was sent to the hospital twice on your account. What the hell is wrong with you?”“It’s not personal. You are just collateral damage.”“You are crazy for saying that. Get the hell out of my house. I do not want to chat with a psycho like you.”“You have no choice because I am in your house, Sage. Didn’t your mother teach you not to open the door for strangers? I could kill you and nobody would do anything. Kaiden doesn’t even care about you.”The last part stung, I admit. I subtly looke
SageHe and I sat across from each other at the dining table, a meal between us that neither of us seemed particularly eager to finish.I forced myself to eat, but my appetite had dwindled the moment I noticed the way he kept glancing at his watch. Every few minutes, he would steal a look at the time, his fingers subtly tapping against the edge of the table, his mind clearly elsewhere.I hope it just wasn’t on that bastard, Kaiden because I would be so fucking furious. I am here, eating dinner with him and you are thinking about another person.I set my fork down. “Are you expecting someone?”He looked up, startled by my question, before shaking his head. “No.”I wasn’t convinced. “Then why do you keep checking the time?”He exhaled quietly. “I was thinking of going for a walk.”A walk? That meant he was leaving. Going somewhere that wasn’t here, with me.“Do you want me to come?” I asked, my voice carefully casual, even as my chest tightened with something close to desperation.I wa
SageThe past few weeks had been a blur of back-to-back work, photoshoots, meetings, and barely any sleep. Ever since I left the professor’s house, I threw myself into my career with reckless abandon, pushing every other thought, every lingering emotion into the background.It didn’t help that the professor didn’t come like I expected him to. He made that whole show of asking me for my address just to bail on me?I was a fool for thinking that, a really big fool.It was easier this way. Work didn’t betray me. Work didn’t make me question my worth.But exhaustion was creeping in. I could feel it in my bones as I walking to my car after wrapping up another long day. Martin really meant it when I said I was at the peak of my career so he utilized the chance to book me till events were clashing.I had barely closed the door when I caught movement from the corner of my eye.Too late.A hand wrenched the door open before I could lock it, and something hard slammed into the side of my head
SageThe soft morning light filtered through the curtains as I lay in bed, listening for any sign of movement from the professor’s room. My heart pounded against my ribs as I replayed last night’s events in my head.It was perfect. Or at least, it was perfect for me. I had done everything to make him stay, to make him look at me the way he used to. He hadn’t even stirred when I touched him, and yet, despite everything, I still felt… anxious.Would he kick me out when he finds out I took advantage of him or would he interprète it as a show of desperation.That I reached the end of my ropes and had to do something to tame the voices in my head before they swallowed me whole.I heard the low groan followed by the rustling of sheets.He was awake.Finally.Forcing a bright smile, I walked into his room just as he sat up, rubbing his temples. He looked disoriented, blinking at me before running a hand through his hair.“What… happened?” he asked groggily, his voice rough with sleep.“You
KaidenI watched Sage’s chest rise and fall steadily, his breathing finally even and calm after a long, exhausting day. The faint hum of the heater filled the small apartment as the evening air drifted colder through the windows. He looked peaceful in sleep, peaceful in a way that didn’t match anything we’d been living through lately. It was a lie his body told, one I was grateful for, even if I knew it wouldn’t last. The last thing I needed was for him to keep worrying about the unknown.Today took a toll on him.I sat at the edge of the couch, elbows resting on my knees, hands folded, but my thoughts weren’t still. They kept drifting back to the question he asked earlier about whether we’d ever go back to how things were. And now I knew for certain: we couldn’t. Not with this storm closing in around us, not when every time I let my guard down, something tried to take Sage from me.I haven’t even figured out how to apologize to the professor, it took me a lot of thinking to realize
SageThe next morning, Kaiden and I walked to school in silence. The meal we shared was so brief and he stayed with me. The professor didn’t come home and when I called him, he said he was working late and we should enjoy ourselves.I knew it was because he didn’t want to spend time with Kaiden. After their argument, they have been tense with each other.I didn’t want to Interfere in their problems as it could escalate into something I wouldn’t be able to control.I looked at Kaiden, I know we have already talked about this but I was so curious.I wanted to ask him again about where he’d really been that day, but the tension in his jaw warned me off. Still, I couldn’t help myself. “So,” I started, kicking a loose pebble on the sidewalk, “you never really told me where you went. Like, actually went.” His steps didn’t falter, but his grip tightened around the strap of his backpack. “I told you. I needed to clear my head.” “Yeah, but that could mean anything,” I pressed. “You just
SageI stood just outside the hospital’s main entrance, staring at the parking lot like it was a war zone. The discharge papers were crumpled slightly in my grip. I could feel my fingers tremble, but I didn’t loosen them. The sun was bright, the day clear, but I felt like I was standing in the middle of a fog, one that hadn’t lifted since I was attacked.Kaiden mentioned he would come and pick me up, hence the hesitation. I felt like if he wasn’t here to do that, I wouldn’t go. “Ready?” His voice pulled me out of my head.I turned toward him. He had one hand in his pocket, the other adjusting the strap of my duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His hair was a little messy, like he hadn’t even bothered with a brush this morning, and his hoodie looked slept in. But his eyes, his eyes were alert. “I don’t know if ready’s the word I’d use,” I admitted. My voice sounded too thin to my own ears. “I feel like I’m being pushed out of safety and right back into the middle of whatever this me
KaidenI slept at my place after the detective dropped me off. He was looking at me like he had a lot to say about what happened but I didn’t.Yes, I overreacted but I couldn’t go back there. I felt suffocated and the only thing I needed was freedom. I needed to find my answers and not let it extend to my relationship.I decided to go see Detective Bryan. The man in charge of narcotics. The one who might know what the hell was really going on. I hadn’t told Sage or the professor anything. Not yet. I couldn’t, not until I had something real. Something more than just paranoia and late-night shadows tailing me.I sat hunched over my laptop in a dingy little café two blocks from my apartment, the place reeking of burnt espresso and desperation. I typed in “Detective Bryan, Narcotics Division, city PD” and hit search. A few articles came up. He was decorated, involved in several high-profile raids. One article had a photo, square jaw, stern face, early forties. Not someone you’d expect to
SageI woke to silence. Not the peaceful kind, the kind that sets your skin crawling with dread, like the air itself is holding its breath. The clock on the wall read a little past 3am and I could see the shadows stretched along the floor, motionless. I looked around and noticed with a slight disappointment that Kaiden wasn’t here. I blinked twice and turned my head toward the small couch across the room. No professor either.My heart sank.They were gone. Both of them.I have never felt so alone. I thought they would both stay with me so I won’t be scared. But I was a big boy and could handle myself.I sat up slowly, the sheets slipping off my chest as I scanned the dim room. Maybe they went for a walk. Maybe Kaiden needed air and the professor tagged along. Maybe I was being paranoid.Or maybe something was very, very wrong.I was about to slide out of bed when the doorknob turned.I froze.The door creaked open, and the harsh fluorescent light from the hallway spilled into the r
KaidenI left the hospital with a gnawing unease in my gut. I hadn’t told Sage or the Professor the full truth, that I needed to test Raines myself, to see if he was really on our side or if he was playing us. If I had voiced my suspicions, the professor would have warned me against it, and Sage… well, Sage would have insisted on coming with me, injuries be damned. But this was something I had to do alone. I couldn’t pretend for the life of me. If the detective wasn’t on our side then I needed to know now, to save myself the trouble of finding out later.I know that the professor was just trying to be cautious but the detective was kind of my friend so I needed to give him the benefit of the doubt.I stared at my phone for a long moment before making the call, my thumb hovering over his contact. This was a gamble, if he was dirty, I might be tipping my hand. But if he was clean... I needed to know. Taking a steadying breath, I hit dial. He answered on the third ring. "Kaiden?"
KaidenThe note terrified me, I wouldn’t lie. I kept the smile on my face for the nurse’s benefits. I didn’t want them to be asking if I was okay and interrupting my peace.Those words, scrawled in jagged letters sent a chill down my spine that lingered long after I first read them. I had spent the night restless, checking the locks on the doors twice, then three times, before finally settling into a chair beside Sage’s hospital bed. He was still unconscious, his face bruised, his breathing steady but shallow. Whoever had done this to him had a message, and now it seemed that message was meant for me. I had no idea how to protect him or even protect myself. It felt like everything we did was a waste of time and we were heading nowhere.I didn’t bother sleeping again because I was so anxious. I was tempted to call the professor and explain to him but I knew he would drive down here the second I call him.By morning, Sage was stable, still asleep but no longer in danger. I made sure
Kaiden I stood next to the professor, watching the detective’s face shift between concern and indifference as he closed his notebook with a heavy sigh. “We’ll look into it,” the detective said. “But if you’re asking me for guarantees—” “I’m not,” I cut in, trying to keep my voice steady. “Just… do your job.” He gave me a nod that felt more like a dismissal. And then he walked off, disappearing into the murmuring noise of the precinct. When I called detective Raines, he said he had been assigned to a case and directed us to his partner in the precinct. We had to go there but it didn’t seem like it was working out for us. The professor hadn’t spoken since the detective left us. His arms were crossed tightly, jaw locked, his usual calm gone. He looked like a man barely holding himself together, and that scared me more than anything. He usually had answers. He always had a plan. But now? His phone rang. He glanced down, muttered something under his breath, and answered. “Hello?”
SageI should have listened to the way the wind shifted. They say when your instincts are telling you something then it’s the truth.It was barely past six when I stepped out of the lecture hall, my bag slung over my shoulder, the sky overhead bleeding into a deep shade of lavender. The university courtyard had mostly cleared, and the usual evening buzz was thinning out as students filtered off to their lives. I’d stayed back for office hours, lingering too long over an unfinished paper, too caught up in making it perfect to even consider that other things could be waiting for me.Maybe that’s why I didn’t notice them at first. Maybe my mind was too full of shadows.My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I didn’t reach for it. The wind carried a chill I couldn’t place, the kind that crawled along the back of your neck and whispered you’re not alone.I turned down the path toward the side parking lot, my sneakers crunching over the scattered leaves. It wasn’t until I passed the library’s da