Carlson’s POVI leaned back in the driver’s seat, fingers drumming against the steering wheel. The engine purred low, steady, unlike the rhythm in my chest.Then I saw him..Randy stepped out of the dorm, pulling his bag over one shoulder. He hesitated for a second, like the air itself was heavier outside. His friends crowded at the window behind him, watching, whispering, laughing like kids at a circus. While his trying to control his steps and act normal well that didn't drift my attention.But rather,my eyes stayed on him.He looked… different. Not dressed up, not plain either. Just,trying. Like he’d thought about it longer than he wanted to admit.I smirked. So he had been nervous. Should I tiss him a little or just let him be for now .The sight of him walking toward me, cautious but determined, did something sharp to my chest. For a moment, I almost rolled down the window, almost said something casual to break the tension. But I stopped myself.No,Let him come closer, Let him ma
The night dragged longer than it should have. My room was quiet, but my head wasn’t. I’d already lit two cigarettes, and now a third burned between my fingers even though I barely touched it. Smoke curled up lazily, blurring the edges of the ceiling, but it wasn’t enough to blur the thoughts running circles in my mind.I hated waiting, hated silence, hated when I couldn’t control what came next, But for Randy..I found myself doing both.well let me say not entirely for Randy but also for the dare which I've got to win.I shouldn’t have sent that message last night. Don’t stay up too late. Too soft, too casual. Not me. The kind of thing that could be brushed off as nothing yet it wasn’t nothing, It felt heavy.And when his reply came, short and careful, telling me to treat my bruises, it felt like a knife sliding between my ribs. Gentle, but deep. He shouldn’t care. Not about me. Not after the things I’d done and the intensions I have toward him. When I saw the worried looked on his f
Sleep refused to come. I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, my phone resting beside me like it was waiting for something. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him again,the bruises on his hands, the tightness in his hug, the way his voice softened when he said he was sorry.It shouldn’t matter this much. Carlson was only doing what he always does,keeping his control. That’s what I told myself, over and over. But the more I replayed the night, the less I believed it.Why did his anger feel more like worry?Why did his touch linger on my skin long after he left?Why did my chest ache like this?I rolled over, frustrated. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Carlson was the manipulator, the pursuer, the one chasing me because of something stupid. And me? I was supposed to resist. To fight back. To win.Then why did it feel like I was the one losing?The vibration of my phone jolted me. My heart skipped before I even saw the screen.Carlson: Don’t stay up too late. You’ll look terrible in cl
Just as I was about to tell them about Carlson, my phone rang. My friends needed me at the faculty for a group assignment. I excused myself quickly and hurried away after dividing tasks with my group.When I checked my phone again, a new message lit up the screen.Carlson: Hey, come meet me at the parking area. Don’t keep me waiting.Without even realizing it, my feet were already rushing in that direction.The moment I entered his car, he locked the windows and doors. His face was stormy."Why did you leave yesterday without waking me up? Don’t you know how risky it is to walk alone at night?" His voice was sharp, furious.I swallowed. "You looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to disturb you, so I locked the door and left."He shook his head. "Next time, wake me up. No matter what. It’s not safe to walk alone at night."I shouldn’t have liked the way he said it, but I did. His concern wrapped around me, heavy and warm.His eyes flicked to my hands. "Who did this to you?" His voice crack
I just want to have some time with you, I’ve got a busy day ahead,and I need to relax." Carlson said, his tone unusually calm. It wasn’t his style.at least, not the Carlson I thought I knew. He was always sharp, always loud, always pressing where it hurt. This softness caught me off guard, and I hated that it did.Then he hugged me. Tight. My arms hung stiff at my sides, frozen, until the silence stretched too long and I had to break it."How am I to help you? It’s not like I care about you or anything. In fact, I’ll be heading home soon."The words came out harsher than I meant, like I needed to put a wall up before he could get any closer. But inside, I was shaken. Why did it feel different this time? Why did it feel like there was more behind his touch than just another one of his tricks?He reminded me of our deal, pinning me down with that unspoken “you owe me” look of his. And then, casually, like it was nothing, he said he was hungry and wanted me to cook.I scoffed, trying to
Randy's pov:barely slept last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that stupid smirk of his,the way he looked so sure of himself, like I already belonged to him. Senior Carlson. The devil himself.I buried my head under the pillow, groaning. Why me? Out of everyone on campus, why did he have to choose me for his this? My friend, who's also my room mate, looked at me confused, but didn't say anything. After I kept talking to myself he burst out laughing. "Are you ok?"I responded yes before he turned back to his screen.I don't like the fact that his so full of himself,But yet… my lips still tingled from the same kiss, I swore I didn’t want to. My chest tightened when I remembered his grip on my waist, how close he’d pulled me. It made me feel small and trapped, and also noticed at the same time.“Ugh, get out of my head,” I muttered to myself, tossing the pillow across the room.Making my roommate raise he head again. I quickly apologized and told him I was just thinking of g