登入KINGSLEY'S POVThe bass from the speakers vibrated through the bar like a second heartbeat I didn’t want. Felix had practically dragged me here, claiming I needed to “stop brooding like a damn statue” after the disaster at school. The slap still burned on my cheek hours later,, stinging so badly, but Summer’s words had cut deeper.“You’re just like every other entitled piece of trash.”I downed the rest of my whiskey, the liquid burning a path down my throat. Felix was somewhere on the dance floor, laughing with strangers, living his soft life like the world wasn’t collapsing. I envied him. My thoughts kept circling back to her—Summer’s hollow eyes in the computer lab, the way she pushed everyone away even when she was drowning.“Another one?” the bartender asked.I nodded. Why not? Maybe if I drank enough, I could forget the way her voice cracked when she called me a burden. Or the way she sang with me like our souls recognized each other before her walls slammed back upI scanned th
SUMMER'S POV. I sat on the concrete steps outside the music building, the cold soaking right through the fabric of my dress. My hand was still throbbing slightly from the force of the slap I’d delivered to Kingsley’s cheek, and my chest felt completely hollow. I just wanted to crawl into bed, lock the world out, and pretend none of this was happening. Bzzzz. My phone vibrated in my palm, revealing George's urgent notification in our old group chat. George: Everyone meet in the Computer Room on the third floor of the tech building right now. No excuses. I have proof of who leaked the video. Bring Summer if she’s with you. I stared at the glowing letters with a heavy, numb heart. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to face Kingsley after what happened in the hallway, and I certainly didn't want to see whatever "proof" George thought he had found. But the text mentioned the leaked video—the very thing threatening my entire academic existence. But regardless, I went, dragging my heavy
GEORGE'S POV The heavy rain was hitting the courtyard’s brick archway in a steady, relentless beat. I stared down at Dira, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my leather jacket, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The artificial elegance she usually strutted around campus with was completely gone, replaced by a defensive, anxious twitch as she leaned back against the wet ivy wall.I had been looking for her the second that viral video blew up the university forum. I knew Summer. I knew the hell she was enduring to keep Clyde safe, and I knew she would never start a public brawl that risked her music scholarship unless she was pushed completely over the edge."Did you post it?" I demanded, my voice dropping into a cold, lethal register that cut right through the sound of the rain.Dira flinched slightly, but she quickly recovered, crossing her arms and tossing her bleached hair over her shoulder. "I don't know what you're talking about, George.""Don't play dumb with me, Dira,"
SUMMER'S POV My gaze darted back and forth between the shadowy corner where George stood and the cold, glowing text of the email on my screen. The voice in the back of my mind screamed at me to stay, to slip closer into the ivy and find out exactly what George was doing. But the word IMMEDIATE stared back at me from the screen like a loaded gun. If I didn't show up at the administration building right now, I wouldn't even have a scholarship left to defend.Steeling my heart, I turned my back on George and ran.I bolted down the wet stone paths, the cold rain stinging my cheeks as I sprinted toward the music department's main hall. On her way, still completely shaken by what she saw and heard, my mind was a terrifying, chaotic mess. Did you post it? George's voice echoed in my ears over and over. I couldn't process it. I couldn't wrap my head around the idea that my best friend—the only person who knew my secrets—could be tied to the video currently ruining my life.I was so blinded b
SUMMER'S POVThe final vibrating chord of the piano faded into the acoustic paneling, but the silence it left behind wasn’t empty. It was heavy, electric, and completely alive.The ugly, chaotic noise of the internet, the vile slurs of the campus gossip forum, and the suffocating weight of my double life had all vanished the moment our voices locked into harmony. In this small, locked room, there was only the beautiful, quiet sanctuary we had built out of notes and chords.But the music had stripped away my armor, leaving me completely exposed.Our breathing was synchronized, shallow and uneven in the tight space. The emotional climax of the song had brought us inches apart, our faces so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. Every micro-movement of our slow-burn tension felt magnified under a microscope. The agonizingly slow brush of our thighs on the narrow piano bench sent a dangerous current straight through my veins, and the lingering warmth where his hands had
SUMMER'S POV"I'm going to the administration building," Kingsley said, his jaw locked in a hard, uncompromising line as he stared down at his phone. The toxic comment section of the university forum was still refreshing with new insults every second, each one dragging my name further into the dirt. "I'll make Dira pay for twisting the truth.""No, Kingsley, don't," I pleaded, my voice sounding desperate as the terror of the anonymous blackmailer's text vibrated through my bones. "Just leave it. If you fight her, it only makes the drama bigger."But Kingsley was completely furious about the video and how the campus was treating me. The protective, fierce side of him that had saved me from the club basement was fully awake, and he completely refused to let Dira win.Instead of walking out, he stepped heavily toward the exit, grabbed the heavy brass handle, and clicked the lock into place. He locked the studio door, turned to me, and looked at me with an intensity that burned right thro
SUMMER'S POV A powerful, furious voice shattered the commotion. I froze. Kingsley stepped into the center of the crowd, his face dark with anger as he glared directly at me. "Let go of her! You are not a child!" The words felt like a bucket of ice water poured directly over my head. My grip on D
SUMMER'S POV The rest of the week went by in a jagged, exhausting blur. Kingsley and I hadn't spoken a single word since our brutal clash in the dark alleyway behind the club. The echoing venom of the harsh words I’d hurled at him—calling him a clueless burden—haunted me every time I closed my e
KINGSLEY'S POVThe engine of my car screamed as I tore through the wet streets of New York, my heart slamming against my ribs with a violence that made it hard to breathe. The red flashing light of the security alert on my phone sat on the passenger seat, a glowing beacon of pure terror. My brutal
SUMMER'S POV "Well, Dark Bird," Mr. Noel’s voice cut through the quiet, sounding entirely hollow, stripped of the booming authority he usually threw around the club. He still wasn't looking at me, his eyes fixed on some arbitrary spot on his desk. "You heard him. You can resume work by the next ni







