LOGINJules POVAdrian's dorm building looks the same as it did two weeks ago. Red brick, white trim, students coming and going with their backpacks and coffee cups.But I'm different now. Hollow. Frustrated. Running on fumes and the last shreds of my dignity.I check my phone. 4:47 PM. Adrian's class gets out at five, and he usually heads straight home before evening practice.The cold seeps through my jacket as I settle onto the bench outside his building. October in North Carolina means unpredictable weather—yesterday was warm, today feels like winter came early.I should have worn something warmer. Should have eaten lunch. Should have done a lot of things differently.But I'm here now, and I'm not leaving until he talks to me.5:15 PM. Students stream past, but no Adrian.5:30 PM. My fingers are going numb.5:45 PM. Maybe he went somewhere else. Maybe he saw me waiting and took a different entrance.6:00 PM. I'm shaking now, partly from cold, partly from the reality that I'm sitting out
Adrian POVThe ball spirals through the air, perfect trajectory, and I'm exactly where I need to be.My hands close around nothing. The ball bounces off my chest and hits the turf."Cross!" Coach Rowan's voice booms across the field. "That's three in a row. What the hell is wrong with you?"I jog back to the line without answering. My hands are fine. My positioning is fine. Everything is technically correct.Except I can't focus for more than five seconds without seeing Jules' face."Run it again," Coach orders.Ethan drops back, scans the field, releases. The ball comes at me in slow motion. I track it, reach for it, and somehow it slips through my fingers like water."Goddammit, Cross!" Coach throws his clipboard. "You're better than this!"The rest of the team has stopped to watch. I can feel their eyes, their judgment.Tyler jogs over. "You okay, man?""I'm fine.""You're playing like shit.""Thanks for the observation."Coach calls for a water break. I grab my bottle and walk to
Jules POVThe campus career center receptionist looks up when I approach."Can I help you?" Her smile is automatic, professional."I need to see a job counselor. I'm looking for work.""Sure, let me just get your information." She pulls up her computer. "Name?""Jules Rowan."Her fingers freeze on the keyboard. The smile disappears."Oh. You're... oh."I watch recognition dawn on her face, followed by something that looks like pity mixed with judgment."The counselors are all booked today," she says, suddenly very interested in her computer screen. "Maybe try back next week.""Your website says walk-ins are welcome until three.""That's usually true, but today is... busy." She won't look at me. "Sorry."I leave before she can see my hands shaking.******The coffee shop on Main Street has a 'Help Wanted' sign in the window.I push through the door, rehearsing what I'll say. I'm reliable, hard-working, available for any shift. They don't need to know I'm desperate enough to work for mi
Adrian POVCoach Stevens is waiting outside my dorm at seven in the morning."We need to talk," he says, falling into step beside me as I head to breakfast."I'm good, Coach.""You look like hell, Cross. When's the last time you slept?"I don't answer because I can't remember. Every time I close my eyes, I see Jules' face outside the training facility. That desperate hope crumbling into devastation."Your performance is slipping," Stevens continues. "Three dropped passes yesterday. You're better than that.""I'll fix it.""Will you?" He stops walking, forcing me to face him. "Because from where I'm standing, you're punishing yourself instead of dealing with the actual problem.""There is no problem," I say. "It's over. Done. Just like Coach Rowan wanted."Stevens studies me with those sharp eyes that see too much. "You think staying away from her is noble. That you're protecting her by disappearing."The accuracy makes my jaw clench."But you're not protecting her, Cross. You're just
Jules POVThe dining hall doors feel heavier than they should.I stand outside for a full minute, watching students stream in and out with their lunch trays. Normal people doing normal things. Nobody is staring at them, whispering about them, hating them."You can do this," I whisper.Maya offered to come with me, but I need to prove I can exist on campus alone. That I'm not completely broken.Even if I feel like I am.I pull open the door and step inside.The noise comes first. Hundreds of conversations, laughter, silverware clattering. Then the smell of food makes my stomach growl so loudly I'm sure everyone can hear it.I haven't had a real meal in three days. Can't afford it now that Dad cut off my meal plan supplement.But I scraped together enough cash for one plate of something. Anything.I grab a tray and join the line, keeping my eyes down. Maybe if I don't look at anyone, they won't look at me."Is that Jules Rowan?" someone whispers behind me.My shoulders tense, but I don'
Adrian POVI shouldn't be here.From my spot behind the library column, I watch Jules carry a cardboard box down her dorm steps. Maya follows with another box, and even from fifty yards away, I can see how thin Jules has gotten in just four days."Cross, you coming to practice?" Tyler's voice behind me makes me jump.I step away from the column quickly. "Yeah. Just heading there now."Tyler follows my gaze across the quad. "Still watching her, huh?""No," I lied."Right." He claps my shoulder. "Coach sees you anywhere near her, you're done. You know that."I know. I've known since the team meeting when Coach made it crystal clear—stay away from Jules or lose everything.Tyler heads toward the athletic complex, but my feet won't move. I watch Jules trip on the bottom step, the box tilting dangerously before Maya steadies her. Even her coordination is off.This is my fault.The thought pounds through my head. Every consequence she's facing, every cruel comment, every moment of isolation







