MasukSYDNEY."Be fast Jackie, we are late."I called it out toward the bathroom where my roommate was still in there, humming to herself.I dropped back onto my bed and let out a long, heavy sigh.I had already told myself this morning that I was not going to think about Corbin, or whatever last night had turned into.The plan was simple.Go to lectures, see him if I have to, do not say a single word to him, focus on my classes, come home, done, simple, short, no drama.Because right now all I had for him was anger, and honestly I was ready to let the whole friendship go if that was what it cost to keep whatever self respect I had left.I had known him my entire life, sat through every version of him, but what he pulled last night was too much.I kept sitting there stewing in it when Jackie finally came out of the bathroom, soap still clinging to half her body, and her towel barely holding on."Jackie you are not even done yet, what the hell?" I said, rolling my eyes.But her face was not
CORBIN."What the fuck, Sydney!"I pushed her off and stood up fast.For one full second I just stood there trying to understand what had almost happened.Had she actually just tried to kiss me?!She stared up at me from the bed and I stared back down at her, waiting for some kind of explanation that made sense."Oh my god, I'm so sorry Corbin," she said, "I don't know what came over me, I promise it was unintentional."I rubbed my head in frustration because here we were again.She had done this exact thing once before, back in high school, and the only reason I ever let it go was because I told myself she had been drunk, we were at a prom party, everyone was drunk, it did not mean anything.But she was not drunk right now.She was not even close to it, and that made this whole thing so much worse.I turned to her, and I did not even try to hide the anger in my voice. "Sydney, I hate liars. You wanted to kiss me, there was nothing unintentional about it! You wanted this! What the hel
SYDNEY.I looked at Marcus for a long time and my heart was beating way too fast for what this actually was.It was not about the request itself.It was the fact that the last time he asked me for something like this, it ended with me crying into a pillow for a week straight.Now here he was again, standing there so calm, so sure of himself, and I already knew exactly what he was trying to do.Out of pure panic, I grabbed Corbin by the arm, pulled him a step aside and whispered, "okay Corbin, I need you to play my fake boyfriend so hard right now, what do I even do??"Corbin stayed quiet for a second, thinking, then leaned in and whispered something into my ear.I felt my whole face relax into a smile.I walked back toward Marcus and looked at him for a long moment, bracing myself, and in my head I was already coaching myself through it.I muttered to myself, "you can do this Sydney, ignore the arms, ignore the sleeves rolled up like that, ignore the eyes, ignore those stupidly perfec
SYDNEY.I stood in the doorway for one long second, looking at Corbin with his shirt half open and Sasha standing close enough that I already understood everything.Then I turned around and walked out.It was not my business.Whatever Corbin wanted to do with his body and whoever he wanted to do it with had nothing to do with me.We were friends, we had always been friends, and friends did not get to be angry about things like this, not even fake girlfriends.My real problem was waiting for me outside that room.Marcus had asked me to dance earlier and I had said yes, because some stupid part of me still wanted to feel his hand on my waist one more time.While we moved together he had leaned in close and told me that if I wanted him back I needed to prove it, that we needed to have sex first, and that he had already booked a room and I should come find him whenever I was ready.I had walked away from him without a single word because what exactly was I supposed to say to that.I was a
CORBIN.I already knew her answer before she even opened her mouth.That was the thing about knowing someone for as long as I had known Sydney Sharma.You stopped needing the words.You just read the face, the pause, the way her eyes went slightly soft when she was about to do something she knew was not good for her, and right then every single thing about her expression was telling me exactly what she was about to choose, and I was not sitting there for it.I was not giving Marcus the satisfaction of watching me be the guy whose girl walked back to her ex right in front of him at a dinner party while I sat there holding a wine glass like a prop.I stood up, looked at Sydney for a moment, and shrugged like none of this was touching me at all. "I'll leave you to figure that out."I did not wait for her response.I just walked.Not because I was angry, or at least that is what I told myself as I moved through the crowd towards the bar on the far side of the room.I was not angry that sh
SYDNEY.The car pulled up and I could already hear the music from inside.That low steady bass that moved through walls before you even opened the door.I sat in the car for just a second because this was actually happening now.Fiona had spent two hours on my face and another hour fighting me about the heels, and somehow I ended up here, outside an actual party, in an actual dress, looking like a version of myself I did not fully recognize yet.Corbin got out first, he came around and opened my door.I stepped out into the night air, looked at him, and smiled. "Look who's being a gentleman."But when I looked at his face there was nothing there.No smile, no warmth, just that flat expression he had been carrying since our last conversation.I felt my own smile fall because I already knew I had pushed him into this.He did not want it.He was still here anyway, standing outside a party in a fitted shirt looking like he belonged on a billboard, doing me a favor he never signed up for.







