☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆Matteo’s phone buzzed. And that was how the subject about Kat left the chat. Matteo checked his phone. His demeanor instantly changed. I could tell it he was worried about something or someone. “Is everything alright?” I asked.He gave me a small smile. “Group meeting with some friends,” he replied. “ I’ll see you later.”“Sure,” I said, watching him head off.And right on cue, Jake slid in beside me like he’d been waiting. Hood low, eyes sharp.“Come with me. Let’s go eat at the cafeteria.”I laughed under my breath. “Since when do you order me around?”“Since you don’t take care of yourself.” His mouth curled, almost smug. “So I will.”I gave him a look. “And when did you become my nutritionist?”His mouth twitched. I groaned, but followed anyway. The café was right outside the campus. It was loud, students everywhere. We found a corner booth. Jake leaned forward before I’d even set my bag down.“Forget what Tristan said,” he muttered.My eyes narrowed. “Excuse me
♤♤JAKE'S POV♤♤Hiding in the library didn’t suit me at all. Hoodie up, hood low, no one noticed me tucked behind the shelves. At least, not Summer. From here, I had the perfect view of her and… that new guy. Matteo Grimaldi. Even his name sounded like a threat. “Strong emotions,” he said, voice low enough to vibrate through the silence. “Like obsession.”Summer froze, and my jaw clenched.Obsession.Was this Matteo guy obsessed with Summer? I wondered. Looking at him from this angle, I’d say he was. I hadn’t even planned to follow them. I was on my way to a cafeteria. But then I saw Summer step out with him.Matteo, walking too close, talking too low. And just like that, I changed course. My feet moved on their own, shadowing them down the corridor, into the library’s silence.Every time Summer and I tried to hang out, if Hayden wasn’t calling, Matteo was. He was always hovering around. Always stealing minutes that should’ve been mine.She said he was just a coursemate. I quote, ‘Jus
☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹It had been a week since we returned to New York. Jake and I had been doing great together again, just like old times. He was still getting used to me dating Hayden, so we didn’t really talk about it. Instead, we talked about school and every other thing—except my relationship.And Hayden… Hayden was the opposite of easy. He was fire, sharp edges, addiction carved into my veins. Every day with him made me fall harder, even when I swore there was no further down to go.🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹The lecture hall was too bright. I’d been awake since five, cramming for a test that never happened. Now, my brain was tethering to the edge of unconsciousness. Three cups of coffee sloshed in my stomach, but apparently, caffeine couldn’t substitute for an actual functioning brain.“Bella? Bella?”My eyes snapped open. Matteo smirked at me, pointing toward the lecturer who was droning on about neurons and transmission. I hadn’t realized I’d been asleep for the past five minutes—
♡♡HAYDEN'S POV♡♡I went straight to my dad’s office. I’d heard from James that he had made that place his home for the past few days. He said he was buried in work, but it seemed more to me like he was buried in Kikky’s coochie—you know what I mean.James let me pass this time. He only smiled and asked how I’d been doing in school. Kikky was at her desk. Her eyes darted away from me when I stepped into her view. Her cheeks turned red. And the pen in her hand paused mid-stroke. Slowly, she set it down.“Morning, Kikky,” I said, smiling.She swallowed. “Good morning, Mr. Dylan.” Her voice trembled. “Your father is—he’s inside. Should I let him know you’re here?”“No,” I said. “I want to surprise him.”Her fingers fumbled over the papers. I walked past. The silence behind me was louder than any words. I pushed open the office door. The stink of cigars hit first. Then leather. Then him.My father was behind the desk, half-shadowed, glasses low on his nose. He looked up, startled for hal
☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆Hayden’s gaze hit the door behind me the second my hand left his shirt. He moved like a shadow—soft, careful—toward the bathroom. I blinked at him.“Hayden—” I started.The knock came again, louder. And then my father’s voice called,“Bunny?”Hayden put a finger to his lips, the old, infuriating smile ghosting at the corner of it.“Are you okay?” My dad asked. “I was passing by and heard some noise.”“Hide,” I mouthed to Hayden.He slipped into the bathroom. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Instead I put on my best ‘I-am-so-innocent-I-breathe-sunlight’ face. Then I opened the door.“Hey, darling.” Dad’s eyes took me in like a familiar photograph. “You okay? I thought I heard someone—”“It’s just me, Dad,” I lied, because brevity is a superpower when your dad is trying to read everything in your pupils. “I’m still up for now. Thoughts and grieving and general melodrama.”He gave me that look—sympathetic but skeptical.“Thought I heard another voice. Is some
☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆My heart hammered harder with every second I stared at him. I could hardly believe he was really here. Right in front of me. Everything that had happened between us (the fights, the silence, the distance.) They all melted away. All I felt was one undeniable thing: regret. Regret for waiting so long to come back, for not telling him how sorry I was for walking away.So I didn’t wait. I closed the distance in two steps. I leapt into his arms, wrapping myself around him. His grip was as fierce as someone afraid to ever let go. And his scent… God, his scent. It enveloped me like a blanket. How I had missed it. How I had missed him so much. There were no questions. No words said at all. Just the press of him, the solid line of his neck under my arms. And the way he breathed me in. We stayed like that. It felt like time itself froze to let us have this moment.“I missed you,” I whispered, my face tucked behind his ear.Would he say it back?Would he think I was crazy? I w