LOGINClara
“Let’s see who Celeb gets to save” I didn’t want to bet on that not like I didn’t have the confidence but with Celeb recent changes I doubt I didn’t even have the chance to choose before Elena dragged me down with her into the pool.
I struggled to keep afloat screaming for help, the water was gradually eating me up.
“Help” everyone just stood there watching us like we are acting in some kind of movie where the villain is about to win.
Celeb came through but not for me but for his sweet girlfriend Elena. I doubted if someone would get me out of this pool since Rowan stormed out and my hope was crushed.
Just in seconds, I kept sinking. The water rushed in, in every one of my openings. I thought I was going to die before a hand grabbed me, not Celeb but Rowan.
I was shocked and was coughing terribly. He carried me in a bridal pattern and sat me down on the lounge with those concerned eyes on me.
“Are you okay?” I nodded.
I was grateful he came on time to save, it would have been….
“Is Clara’s fault, she pushed me” Elena accusing finger pointed at me. Did she just say I pushed her?
I sat up this time. I wasn’t going to allow her to accuse me and I did nothing. This isn’t high school anymore where she gets away with whatever she does to me.
“I didn’t push her. She dragged me with her. Celeb you know I can’t swim”
“So why would I push her”
“Clara, stop lying. Elena is only trying to be your friend. Can’t you see”
Friend! Why can’t anyone see through her fake affections?
“Are you going to believe her over me? I thought you trusted me” I watched Celeb's jaw tightened.
He pointed his finger and spoke in a more deep tone. I swear I have never seen him that way and it scared me even more.
“I swear if you dare come close to…” his words were cut short by Rowan.
“Are you threatening my girl”
His claim on me made my heart flutter, if we didn’t start up this fake dating I must have thought it was genuine but it was all about saving our faces but nobody has ever defended me in such a manner.
“Both of you get out of my party and take her with you too”
Next was a punch on Celeb's face. Rowan literally punched my step brother because of me. Rowan picked me up and took me to the bathroom wrapping a towel around my shoulder. I gazed at him like he was my hero.
He treated me like I was the most precious thing on earth and even when we argued he still defended me. I never knew this part existed in Rowan.
He sat me down, his eyes burning into my body and I felt so uncomfortable having both of us sit in silence and alone in the bathroom.
Something might come up.
Gosh! Clara thinks of something else. You literally hate this guy, you hate his gut. Now you find him likeable.
No! Attractive, that’s the word.
His hands went over my shoulder and I resisted as he tried to pull the towel. I panicked when he saw the stretch marks on my shoulder. I have always covered that up, not confident to show that up not after I have been bullied and slandered over my weight gain in high school.
“Is okay” he noticed how uncomfortable I was but his words melted me and I felt so warm like a warm cover over my insecurities. I let go and allowed him but too ashamed I covered myself up with my hands.
“Hey is fine”
“I bet you don’t want to see because is ugly”
I have been told countless times how ugly I look because of my weight gain, my heavy breasts and my heavy laps. Never heard someone call me beautiful and now someone thinks I’m…
“You don’t have to be ashamed of your scar nor your body. It defines us and don’t let anyone make you feel less of yourself” Rowan paused pointing at the scar that ran down his upper shoulder.
“This happened when I was kid, I fell and had an iron cut me so deep and it left this mark. I was so ashamed of it for a long time till I got my confidence back. You don’t have to be ashamed of anything”
My hand majestically pulled towards running my finger over it. I was moved, swept over my feet by his words. Nobody has ever given me closure like him and the next thing he did made my mouth drop.
He dropped a soft kiss on my stretch marks.
“You’re beautiful Clara and you have to see that too” he carried me down and made me face the mirror. I squinted my eyes shut.
“Open your eyes. Open your eyes and see how beautiful you are”
Is this a dream? I pinched myself. I have never felt less of myself. Watching myself in the mirror was like a nightmare. I couldn’t.. I couldn’t have the confidence but someone sees through me, someone accepts me even if it’s fake, someone calls me beautiful and that alone feels so amazing.
I finally opened my eyes, staring at my reflection.
“You’re an amazing person with such an incredible body. Don’t let anyone make you feel less of yourself”
Those words felt like it was all I needed to hear and then the tears that came watering my eyes and I resisted the urge not to cry, not in front of Rowan in the middle of his party but then those feelings were watched away when I heard a banging sound on the door.
“Clara, I know you’re in there. Open up” it was Celeb. What does he want this time but my question was answered when I heard a second voice following.
“Celeb knows all about your romantic infatuation on…”
ROWAN Saturday sunlight filtered through the blinds like a promise. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed quiet mornings until this one — no chaos, no rumors, no meetings at the head teacher’s office. Just peace. And Clara.It had been months since everything fell apart and came back together again. The MVP game, the apologies, the gradual healing. Life felt... lighter now. Maybe because I’d stopped carrying guilt that was never mine to bear. Or maybe because, somewhere along the way, I learned that forgiveness could set you free.I was meeting Clara today — she’d said yes when I asked if we could talk. My hands shouldn’t have been trembling, but they were. I’d faced crowds chanting my name, stood beneath stadium lights, yet somehow, facing Clara was the one thing that made me nervous.The café where we met was quiet, tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. She was already there when I walked in, wearing a cream sweater and light jeans, a notebook beside her half-finished cup o
CLARASome mornings, I still wake up and forget who I am now. For a few seconds, I expect to hear my alarm blaring, my mom calling from the kitchen, and the sound of Caleb’s car leaving for school. But instead, it’s the quiet hum of my dorm room, the soft ping of new notifications lighting up my phone, and the faint morning breeze brushing against my curtains.I stretch and roll over, squinting at the screen. Messages, emails, mentions. All for me.“Hi Clara, your words saved me.”“Thank you for helping me love myself again.”“You’re the reason I stopped hiding.”I smile before I can stop myself. Sometimes it still feels unreal — that people know my name, that they see me. A few months ago, I was just another girl with her head down, writing in secret because I was too afraid to be seen. Now, Curves and Courage isn’t just a magazine anymore. It’s a movement.I started it as a safe space for fat girls like me — for anyone who had ever been told they were “too much” or “not enough.” Ba
ROWANThe morning sunlight sliced through my blinds, landing squarely on my face, waking me earlier than I expected. I groaned, shifting under the sheets, but something heavier than sleep weighed on me. The MVP competition. Today wasn’t just any game—it was the culmination of weeks, months, maybe even a lifetime of pushing myself, recovering from suspension, and trying to regain footing after everything that had happened. My pulse picked up as I thought about it.I sat on the edge of my bed, letting my hands fall to my knees, staring at the floor. Two weeks ago, I would have been curled in a ball, uncertain, terrified of what awaited me if I stepped onto the field. But now… now I had purpose, a reason beyond personal glory. And that reason had a name: Clara.Clara.I had replayed her expressions in my mind countless times. The day I returned from suspension, the way her eyes lingered on me, a mixture of concern and caution. How she had encouraged me without pushing too hard, giving
AARONI haven’t left my room in hours, not that I have anywhere to go. The world outside seems louder than it has any right to be, but in here, everything feels suffocatingly still. Of course, I could hear the faint hum of the ceiling fan spinning lazily above me, the distant muffled laughter of students passing the windows down the street, and the soft creaks of the house settling. Each sound reminds me of how fragile my situation has become, how easily everything I’ve done could unravel and leave me exposed.I lean back against my chair, staring at the wall, trying to make sense of it all. Every memory of the past few days gnaws at me. The gathering where Clara revealed everything, the look on her face when I confessed—her shock, her hurt, the way she had trembled slightly, unable to mask the tears threatening to fall. That moment replays endlessly in my mind, a haunting loop I cannot stop. I thought I had control, thought I could manipulate a situation to my advantage, and yet her
CALEBI collapsed onto my bed, dragging the mattress slightly with me as if the weight of my own body couldn’t be contained. The room felt smaller than usual, corners pressing in like the walls themselves were judging me. Sunlight filtered through the curtains in pale strips, but it didn’t bring warmth, only awareness—awareness of how trapped I felt in the aftermath of everything. A few days had passed since the storm at school, but the chaos hadn’t faded; it had only nested itself deeper into my chest, a gnawing, relentless weight that pressed on my ribs.The house was quiet except for the distant hum of traffic outside. I could almost hear the pulse of the city beyond, people moving, laughing, living—while I sat, suspended in guilt, frustration, and anger at myself. My chest ached from the knowledge that every choice I had made had consequences I wasn’t ready to face. I wanted Clara. I wanted Rowan gone. I wanted control. And now all I had was shame, guilt, and a deep, unrelenting
CALEB I didn’t know why I had been called. My stomach churned the entire way to the office, my hands clammy, my heart hammering. Something about this felt… different. Dangerous.As I pushed the door open, the room slammed into me like a wave. Clara sat there, her eyes fixed on me, sharp and accusing, and yet… something deeper flickered in them. Rowan was there too, standing tall, his jaw tight, and I could feel the coiled anger just beneath his skin. And Aaron… guilt radiated off him like heat, and I knew we were all trapped in the same storm, just on different sides.I froze, my legs heavy, every step forward seeming impossible. The head teacher’s calm, measured voice cut through my panic.“Caleb,” she said, gesturing toward the chair, “please sit.”I obeyed, though it felt like sinking into quicksand. I couldn’t stop my mind from racing: Why me? What have they found out? I could already feel the walls closing in, the weight of my own lies pressing on me.The head teacher didn’t







