LOGINAriana POVI woke up tired. Not the kind of tired sleep fixes. The kind that sits in your chest and doesn’t leave. I stared at my phone before even getting out of bed. No message from Nick. I didn’t know why that bothered me. Because last night, we talked. Sort of. If that even counted as talking. I sat up slowly and rubbed my face."Focus," I whispered to myself.Today wasn’t about him. It couldn’t be. I had work. Content to post. Things to do. I got ready quickly and left for the café. The air outside felt different. Like something was about to happen. When I got to work, I noticed it immediately. People were looking at me. Not normal looking. Not casual. Whispering. I ignored it at first. Went behind the counter. Started setting things up. Then my boss walked up to me."Ariana," she said carefully. That tone. I didn’t like that tone."Yeah?" I asked.She hesitated. Then.. "Is everything okay online?"My stomach dropped. "What do you mean?"She gave me a look. The kind that already
Ariana POVI didn’t expect it to feel like this. I was the one who said it, maybe we should stop this. But now…I was the one staring at my phone. Waiting. It had been minutes. Maybe more. I wasn’t even sure. I sat on my bed, legs folded under me, my phone in my hand, my thumb hovering over the screen like I was about to do something… but didn’t know what."Why am I like this?" I muttered softly.I dropped my phone beside me and lay back. Staring at the ceiling again. This used to be easy. Talking to him. Laughing with him. Even arguing with him. Now everything felt heavy. Like every word mattered too much. Like every silence meant something. I turned my head and looked at my phone again. Still nothing. My chest tightened slightly."So you’re not going to say anything?" I whispered. I picked up the phone again. Unlocked it. Opened our chat. No new messages. I stared at the last thing I sent, maybe we should stop this. I swallowed. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. Maybe I went too far.
Ariana POVI didn’t expect him to call again, but he did. My phone lit up while I was in the middle of editing again. Nick. I stared at it for a second. Then picked up. "What now?" I asked."You hung up on me.""You were done talking.""No, I wasn’t."I leaned back in my chair. "You sounded done.""I wasn’t," he repeated. "you just didn’t want to listen."I let out a small breath. "Nick, what do you want?"There was a pause, then..."That guy."I closed my eyes briefly. "We’re still on this?""Yes, we are."I shook my head. "You don’t get to be jealous."Silence. "What?" he said slowly."You heard me.""I have every right to ask..""No, you don’t," I cut in.He went quiet. And I could feel it. That shift. That moment where he didn’t expect me to push back. "You have a whole girlfriend," I said, my voice calm but firm. "so don’t do that with me."Another silence. Longer. Heavier. "It’s not like that," he said."It is exactly like that.""You know the situation...""I don’t care about th
Ariana POVMy phone kept buzzing. I didn’t pick it up immediately. I was sitting on the floor this time, my back against my bed, my laptop open in front of me. I was editing my video from earlier, cutting small parts, adjusting the lighting, adding captions. Something I actually enjoyed. Something that was mine. Buzz. I ignored it. Buzz again. I paused the video and sighed."God…" I reached for my phone and checked it. Nick. Again. Nick: answer me. Nick: Ari. Nick: why are you doing this. I stared at the messages. My chest didn’t tighten like before. It didn’t rush. It just…stayed still. I pressed call.If he wanted to talk so badly, then fine. Let’s talk. He picked up almost immediately. "Ari,""Stop texting me like that," I said calmly. There was a pause."What?" he asked."Stop telling me to answer you," I added. "I don’t like it."Another pause, longer this time. "I was just trying to get your attention," he said."I saw your messages.""Then why didn’t you reply?""Because I didn
Ariana POVI saw his message. why are you acting like this I didn’t reply. Not immediately. Not like before. I was sitting at the edge of my bed, my phone resting in my hand, the screen still on. His message stared back at me like it was waiting for an answer I didn’t have. Or maybe… one I didn’t want to give.I placed the phone face down beside me. Slowly. Carefully. Like it might pull me back in if I wasn’t careful. "I’m not doing this again," I whispered to myself.I stood up and walked to my small mirror. My reflection looked tired. But not weak. Not like before. There was something different in my eyes. Something steadier. I picked up my makeup brush and started getting ready for the day. My movements were slow, controlled. I wasn’t rushing.I wasn’t thinking about him. At least, I was trying not to. My phone buzzed again. I ignored it. Another buzz. Ignored. Then a call. I didn’t even look. Instead, I turned on music and let it fill the room. Loud enough to drown everything else
Ariana POVI saw his message the moment it came in. I just didn’t open it. My phone lit up beside me on the bed, vibrating slightly, the screen flashing his name like it always did. For a second, my chest tightened the way it used to. That small pull. That habit of reaching for him without thinking.But this time, I didn’t move. I stayed where I was, lying on my back, staring at the ceiling. Then slowly, I turned my head away from the phone. I knew what he was going to say. I could already imagine it. Where are you? Why aren’t you replying? Are you okay? Same cycle. Same feeling. Same confusion.I exhaled slowly and sat up, pushing the thoughts aside. I had things to do. Real things. I moved to my small table and set up my phone stand. The kitchen counter behind me was already arranged. Ingredients lined up neatly. Flour, sugar, butter. Everything in place. I tied my hair into a loose bun and pressed record."Hi guys," I said, forcing a small smile. "Today I’m making something simple…
Sofia and I decided to have a sleepover at her house since we haven't had one of those in a while and it was also the only way of getting Nick out of my head. We decided to watch a marathon of sisters because it's the only show we could agree on watching. Sofia popped down next to me on her comf
My hand delved between us, needing to tease him, to pleasure him. I wanted to touch and feel every inch of him.Instead, he grabbed my hair tightly, as he pushed our bodies closer."You think you deserve my cock?" He growled against my ear, the warmth of his breath making me shiver. "You're lucky I
I was stuffing my books into my backpack when a sudden knock on the door pulled my attention."I'm coming!" I yelled, as I dragged myself to the door, and pulled it open.I blinked, taking aback on seeing Eve, Nick's mom"Ariana," She faked a smile as she eyed me from head to toe, sizing me up. I r
Nick* * * *I loved this part. I loved meeting the fans, loved the selfies and jokes and words of praises. I loved the look in all of their eyes as they looked at me, it told me that I wasn't just a player, I was part of their lives. And I lived for it.The team and I walked into the crowd a







