ログインIsabelle “You know where to find me,” Lucas texted me at eleven. I turned red almost instantly. The lakeside cabin smelled of pine, it was the a perfect escape from campus life. We had driven up after my latest therapy session, the one where I finally voiced the full weight of my grief without breaking completely. Lucas called it a breakthrough. I called it progress. Either way, he surprised me with this weekend getaway, and I said yes without overthinking. “That reminds me, have you heard anything about Tyler lately?” I asked Lucas, considering he was team captainz he must have heard something, since Tyler wasn't speaking to me. “Yeah, Coach said he transferred to another school, and he wrote him a recommendation later too. And he's doing pretty well there.” I felt guilty, I had used him and left him heartbroken. “I wish we could still be friends, he was a good person to me.” I sighed. “Give him time, he will come around eventually, he just wants a fresh start. He did his b
Isabelle “Okay, let's do this,” The school gates stared back at me. A placed I had once feared would swallow me whole. I walked through them with Lucas’s hand in mine. His presence was a solid reminder that I wasn’t facing this alone. My heart hammered against my ribs, but it wasn’t the frantic terror of before. This was different. The suspension had been lifted, Sienna’s public confession had circulated widely, and Lucas’s video of apologies had shifted ever that even my scholarship had been returned. Still, stepping back onto campus felt like a test. Lucas squeezed my fingers, his proud stride matching mine. “You’ve got this,” he murmured, glancing down at me with that warm, unwavering look that had carried me through hospital nights.“And I’m right here.” I managed a small smile, adjusting the strap of my bag. The familiar pathways wound between buildings, lined with students hurrying to morning classes. A few heads turned immediately. Whispers followed, but they lack
Lucas “I, Sienna, confess to manipulating photos of Lucas and Isabelle. I spread lies, created fake evidence, and paid others to harass Isabelle Barrett and Lucas Graham. My jealousy drove me to stalk them and ruin her reputation. I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused. I take full responsibility.” It wasn’t perfect or carefully worded to minimize legal blowback, but I took what we got. Comments flooded in immediately, shock turning to outrage against her, the shares spread like wildfire. The school community, once quick to believe the worst about Isabelle, now saw the manipulation for what it was. I forwarded the post to Isabelle with a simple message. The next few days became a mission. I couldn’t let Sienna’s apology stand alone. Real restoration meant facing the people who had piled on, Including myself. One by one, I tracked down the students who had bullied her. The mean ones from the cafeteria who had whispered insults. The ones who had shared the edited videos in gro
Lucas The dean’s office smelled of polished wood and old books, I sat across from Dean Hargrove, the folder of evidence spread out on his desk like a verdict waiting to be delivered. All the evidence we'll need of Sienna’s confession, timestamps linking her to the edited videos and fake posts, literally everything was there. Isabelle waited outside with her father, still recovering but stronger now that the truth was surfacing. Dean Hargrove reviewed the materials in silence, his brow furrowing deeper with each page. Finally, he looked up, expression grave. “This is damning, Lucas. It goes far beyond typical student misconduct. I’m lifting the suspensions on both you and Isabelle effective immediately. Full reinstatement, no marks on your records. You’ve both been through enough.” Relief washed over me, but I kept my face steady. “And Sienna?” He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. “She’s on thin ice, possible expulsion is on the table. I’ll be meeting with her a
Lucas “What the fuck are you doing here?” I mouthed, refusing to speak so I wouldn't startle Isabelle. My body went rigid as I saw her phone slightly raised as if capturing something. My mind raced back over the past few days. The uneasy feeling of being followed. A car that seemed to trail mine to the hospital. It finally clicked, she hadn’t just been involved in the bullying. She’d been stalking me, specifically. Following us here, even now, after everything. Isabelle murmured sleepily against my chest, unaware of what was going on. I forced my expression to stay calm, stroking her hair while my pulse thundered. I would put an end to it, for Isabelle. The morning light filtered weakly through the hospital blinds, but sleep had been impossible after spotting Sienna outside the room. Isabelle was resting peacefully now, her hand still loosely linked with mine. I gently disentangled myself, scribbled a quick note on the bedside table, and slipped out. My blood was still bo
Lucas I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair beside Isabelle’s hospital bed, my hand wrapped around hers. The room was dim, only by the soft glow of the monitor and a small lamp on the side table. She’d fallen into a restless sleep after Lily left, her breathing finally evening out. I hadn’t moved in hours. Every shift of her body, every quiet sigh, kept me alert. After everything, the way the world had tried to break her, I wasn’t leaving her side. I brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, my thumb tracing the faint worry lines that hadn’t quite smoothed away. Isabelle had always been strong, the kind of girl who faced storms with innocent eyes. Seeing her here, hooked up to machines, made something protective surge in my chest. I leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “I’ve got you,” I whispered, even though she couldn’t hear me.She stirred, eyelids fluttering open. Those eyes were deep and searching but locked onto mine. “Lucas... you’re still here.”“I
ISABELLE The next morning I went to school. Even though I didn't want to be there. Hood up, earphones in with nothing playing, eyes on the floor. I survived four classes without incident if I don't count the two separate moments someone laughed at something on their phone and went quiet when I w
ISABELLEMy hands were shaking.The laughter from the small crowd bleeding into my ears as the guy beside me watched his phone openly. He didn't even try to hide it."Four hundred likes already," the girl behind him said, her voice dripping with amusement. "She literally just stood there staring at
IsabelleI stood in front of the mirror and all I could do was smile. This was new. My father instructing me to get dressed, with even a new dress he had bought?“If you don't like it,” I heard his loud voice from my room. “You don't have to wear it, okay.”I beamed, tugging nervously at the hem
Isabelle “I’m not a child, mom!” I snapped, my voice higher than intended. “Your overprotectiveness is suffocating me. For crying out loud I’m 18 already, I’ll be starting college next year. Can’t you trust me for once?”She turned to me, her eyes blazing with anger. “Trust you? After what happe







