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chapter 69

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Months Later,

The university campus smelled like spring rain,wet grass, blooming trees, and the faint tang of coffee from nearby stalls. Students moved with purpose, books clutched, laughter spilling through open courtyards. Life had returned to its own rhythm, slower than the chaos months ago but richer, steadier, freer.

For Randy, the shift had been profound,the trauma, the deception, the suffocating secrecy of the Dean/Edan incident—it all felt like a distant storm now.

He still remembered the fear, the helplessness, the rage—but the storm had passed.

What remained was the calm after the lightning, the green shoots of new beginnings.

Jayden, Brian, Sandy, and Edan had settled into this new rhythm with him, Edan was quieter now, less guarded, but he still laughed in bursts that startled Randy at first.

The boy’s walls were slowly softening, though he refused to admit it aloud,Randy didn’t push he understood the importance of time.

Brian and Barry had become impossibly loud, a fo
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  • Built with a Dare, broken by the Truth   chapter 76

    The next morning, the campus felt colder somehow, though the sun was bright, almost too bright. Randy walked across the quad, sketchbook tucked under his arm, pretending to notice the way the wind tugged at his jacket. He told himself it was just habit,observation, nothing more. But even before he looked, he felt it that presence at the edge of his awareness, a weight he couldn’t quite shake.And then he saw him, Carlson. Laughing with Troy near the fountain, shoulders relaxed, gestures fluid and unguarded. Randy stopped, almost imperceptibly, pretending to adjust the strap of his bag, heart hammering in his chest. That laugh—the one he knew so well, the one that always seemed effortless—hit him like a physical blow. His stomach twisted, a mixture of longing and irritation that he hated himself for feeling.He forced himself to keep walking, to keep moving, but every step was heavy. Every step pulled him closer to a line he wasn’t supposed to cross. He reminded himself silently tha

  • Built with a Dare, broken by the Truth   chapter 75

    The sun was setting, the campus bathed in a golden-orange glow that made the buildings look warmer than they were. Randy sat on the stone steps outside the arts building, sketchbook balanced on his knees, pencil moving almost automatically. Ramson was beside him, explaining a small detail about shading, laughing softly at one of Randy’s awkward lines.And yet, Randy’s focus kept drifting,he could feel it before he even looked. That familiar presence. The weight of it at the edge of his awareness, making his chest tighten. Carlson.He didn’t look up immediately,he tried not to. Tried to concentrate on his lines, his shading, the soft laughter of Ramson beside him. But then, like a current he couldn’t resist, he felt Carlson’s eyes on him.Randy’s pulse spiked, and his pencil faltered. He’s back. He’s really back.Carlson wasn’t approaching recklessly—not yet. He was standing a few feet away, leaning casually against a column, hands in his pockets, surveying the quad. But Randy’s min

  • Built with a Dare, broken by the Truth   chapter 74

    The sun was low, spilling amber across the quad, and Randy felt its warmth against his skin but didn’t really notice it. His sketchbook lay open on his lap, pages already filled with rough lines and half-formed shapes. Ramson sat beside him, pointing out small adjustments, laughing softly at something Randy had drawn, and Randy felt that familiar tightness in his chest,the one that told him he was safe, that he was content, that this moment, however small, mattered.But then he felt it. That subtle weight. That presence at the edge of his awareness. "Carlson"Randy’s chest tightened, and his pencil paused mid-stroke. He didn’t look up immediately. Not yet. He wanted to make sure it wasn’t imaginary.No,that unmistakable tilt of the head, the faint shadow near the railing,it’s him.He kept his posture relaxed, casual even, as though he hadn’t noticed, but his heart betrayed him, thudding harder with each heartbeat. Carlson wasn’t approaching recklessly. Not a step out of line. Jus

  • Built with a Dare, broken by the Truth   chapter 73

    The next day ,the campus was almost empty, the warm glow of early evening casting long shadows across the quad. Every sound,the distant laughter of students, the soft shuffle of feet, the low hum of air from the vent seemed magnified in my mind. I stayed near the arts building, leaning against a brick column, coffee gone cold in my hand, heart hammering, pulse tight.Randy was there, of course, sitting with Ramson on the low railing, sketchbook open between them. His hands moved gracefully over the page, brushing the pencil lightly, his eyes occasionally flicking up to meet Ramson’s. They laughed quietly at something, a soft, intimate sound that twisted something in my chest.I wanted to storm forward, to claim him, to force a conversation that would remind him I existed but I didn’t. I couldn’t. Patience was my weapon, my strategy, my only hope. If I moved too quickly, I’d ruin everything. I had learned that the hard way.Barry leaned against the far wall, quiet as ever, eyes scan

  • Built with a Dare, broken by the Truth   chapter 76

    The early evening air was warm but carried a hint of crispness, the kind of subtle change that made the campus feel alive in quiet ways. Students were trickling back to dorms, some lingering in small clusters on the quad. I stayed back, leaning against a lamppost, coffee gone cold in my hand, watching.Randy was there, as usual, leaning against the arts building railing, sketchbook open. Ramson crouched near him, pointing at something on the page. Their laughter carried across the empty quad, soft, low, a gentle thread of connection.I wanted to storm forward, grab Randy’s hand, tell him everything I had been holding back—but I didn’t. Months of patience had taught me restraint, and this was the path forward. Small, calculated gestures.Barry was beside me, quiet as always, leaning against the brick wall, eyes scanning the quad. He didn’t speak; he didn’t need to. I knew he understood my mind perfectly.I had spent weeks planning this, though no plan could fully prepare for Randy’s un

  • Built with a Dare, broken by the Truth   chapter 71

    Carlson's povThe campus smelled of early summer, warm air drifting across the courtyards, carrying faint scents of flowers and freshly mown grass. It was the kind of afternoon that made people linger outside, stretching the last moments of sunlight before retreating into libraries, dorms, or labs. I preferred this hour. The quad thinned out, the noise softened, and I could observe without drawing attention to myself.Randy was there, leaning against the low brick wall of the arts building, Ramson crouched beside him, sketchbook in hand. Laughter spilled from them, low and easy, the kind of laughter that filled the air without demanding attention. My chest tightened, both from longing and a twinge of jealousy I refused to let show.I adjusted my bag strap and took a slow sip of coffee. Barry was beside me, silent as always, eyes flicking from Randy to Ramson, then across the quad to the rest of the juniors. He didn’t need to speak. We understood each other perfectly.Today, I told my

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