I’m watching them in slow motion, absorbing every bit of information crawling into my brain. Old, rusty cogs finally crackled and started turning, a flickering light blinking on.
Ah. This is why he didn’t answer my texts.
Before either of them notice me, I stumble away from the door like the handle burned me. Nausea and heartburn crawl up my throat and scald it with acid.
Being at this party is suddenly the worst idea I’ve ever had. So, I start wobbling toward the stairs, reeling.
Oliver… He and I had been best friends for years. He knew more about me than most people, sometimes even more than my mom.
And I told him…I told him I didn’t want to date him, even when he asked me. I wanted to keep my best friend and not lose him.
But Oliver changed my mind. Said friendship would make our love stronger… What a joke.
My eyes burn as I make my way down the stairs. With the new year here, the party’s now in full swing. If they were being rowdy before, they were chaos now—chaos that quickly swept me up.
Like an asteroid drawn toward a planet, I’m too weak to shove through the bodies to the exit. They all dance and gyrate, smelling happy and of cheap alcohol. It makes me want to vomit.
Just let me escape…let me out—
And I finally get my wish in the worst way.
Somebody pushes me backward, and the back of my ankle catches on someone else's foot. There’s no one to stop me from falling onto a table.
I don’t see what’s on it, but apparently it's packed with food. My weight is the last straw. The table bends in, and suddenly everything crashes on me.
"Aagh!"
Bread crumbles against my arms as I try to cover my face. Cloyingly sweet paste smears into my hair. I feel some smush on my back.
Cupcakes.
My face, hair, clothes…everything I’d tried to do to look nice. Covered in New Year’s cupcakes.
My chest hurts so badly. I try to breathe through my nose and mouth in intervals like I’d seen online. But it's too difficult, leaving me wheezing and blinded by party lights.
But then, I start seeing shadows hover around me. My vision feels blurry…It hurts. Am I crying?
I gasp, forcing my lungs to expand, and the shadows take human form.
They are people. Party-goers. Planets overlooking a broken clod.
They’re staring down at me, some curious, others irritated. None of them reach out to help. Their voices rumble in the background like white noise.
Then, my eyes focus on a couple. Two people saunter easily through the crowd to watch my spectacle.
It’s Oliver. Dear Oliver. My guiding light.
His arm is around the girl he was in bed with, both dressed haphazardly. She leans on Oliver’s shoulder as he speaks.
“Cynthia? What are you doing here?” He glances around me. “God, what a mess...”
…Is this how you address your girlfriend when she’s on the floor, covered in cake?
My eyes burn more as his fingers curl with the other girl’s.
I'm a fool. An absolute tap dancing phenomenon.
I don’t answer him. Instead, I try to scramble to my hands and knees and flee.
But the icing is too slippery. My shoes slide against the floor without purchase, and I fall forward. My shoulder smacks against the ground, getting more covered in cake and icing and pain pain pain.
Someone snorts, then a few people are laughing. When I look up, phone cameras stare at me like piercing eyes. Bile wells up in my mouth.
“Hey, c’mon—” Oliver begins. Through my bangs, I see he’s talking to the others, trying to get them to put their phones away.
He stops when the girl pulls him back close to her, staring down at me like I’m dogshit.
“Do you know her from somewhere, Ollie?”
“Oh, yeah,” Oliver smiled at her. It’s bright. Crinkles his eyes in a way I haven’t seen in a while. “She’s my friend.”
…Right.
Friend.
He can say that just fine, can’t he? Because no one knows we’re dating.
A sob unwillingly chokes in my throat, right as I feel a hand curl around my bicep.
“Okay, okay, c’mon. That’s enough fun, guys,” Oliver fusses, with some people booing him playfully. “Hey, let’s get you home, okay?”
His fingers dig into the meat of my arm, the sensation taking me back to a dark place. My hands go numb, but I can only struggle to stand as he pulls me up. No one notices how roughly he’s treating me…or maybe they don’t care.
I know Oliver does. He cares so much. I could ruin his New Year's date, after all.
He doesn’t want me to tell everyone the truth. But would there be a point of doing that?
Who would everyone believe: the upcoming hockey left winger or the nobody girl who ruined the party?
It just hurts. Everything I believed about him has been a lie.
This is just like Dad, isn’t it?
Oliver…I thought… But he’s…
I don’t know when or how we get to the door, but I’m too stiff to move much further.
It feels like someone is sitting on my chest, hands curled around my neck. I’m gasping, but nothing’s coming in. Drool pools in my mouth, leaking from the corners of my lips.
“...You’re drunk. I’ll just get you home.”
But I… I don’t… I don’t want…
I can’t say anything. Too busy dying.
The front door opens, sending cool air against my icing-smeared body. My eyes try to focus, still boiling in my skull.
It wasn't Oliver who opened it. It’s Alex, wearing the same outfit from the restaurant, holding the door open on his way in. But he stops there, just taking us in.
“Oh, hey Alex. Uh, sorry ‘bout the mess,” I hear Oliver through the cotton in my ears. “We’ll get out of your way.”
The look Alex gives us is a bit indescribable. My vision is still swimming too much to tell.
Oliver’s hold on my arm tightens and I choke back a cry. He starts to pull me away somewhere…
But then, a large hand clamps around my other wrist. A familiar hand.
My ears keep ringing as my gaze trails down to where Alex holds onto me.
“Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry, Alex. Mind if we, ah, just move aside?”
His green-eyed gaze pierces into mine, somehow making it past the wavering curtain of withheld tears.
“...I kinda do mind, actually.”
Oliver pauses. “Why though? We’re trying to get out of your way. No disrespect, but can you let her go?”
But instead of answering him, Alex just stares at me a moment longer. Only then does he speak.
“Hey, you wanna go home with him?”
…Oh. He’s…
He’s speaking to me. Not ignoring me.
Actually looking at me. Even after that terrible thing I said to him earlier.
“Cynthia?”
Oliver’s voice sounds strained. Still, I can’t take my eyes off Alex for now, my body too stiff to move as my lungs burn.
“Cynthia…—hey, let go—Cynthia. Just give me a second, alright? I can explain on the way home.”
My eyes feel like lead as I move them in their sockets, managing to look at him. But all it takes is a moment before my gaze snaps back to Alex.
His face was absent of concern for me. No remorse, no guilt. Only embarrassment, glancing back toward the people now watching our confrontation at the front door.
…What is it that he’ll tell me?
Will it be a sob story about somehow being forced to cheat on me? Is it how I did something that pushed him away? Will he make it my fault?
Is he and my sperm donor reading out of the same goddamn guidebook? Do something bad, cry and beg and say he’ll change, be forgiven after much thought. Repeat.
Is that what he wants?
…I can’t speak. My chest is too tight. All of my effort is in making sure my lungs don’t collapse.
Instead, I turn my hand and curl my fingers around Alex’s wrist, stiltedly tugging.
Please.
Please.
I’m sorry, Alex. I’m sorry for what I said.
Please get me out of here.
#chapter 3“Yooo Alex! What’s up, man?”I vaguely hear someone call out to him as I cling to his wrist.Of course, someone here must recognize Alex. For better or for worse, he’s one of the most popular people at Redmond.Someone makes a noise of confusion. Then, the pain in my other arm disappears, and I’m losing my balance. But the hand on my wrist changes positions, catching me softly. My vision starts to clear in his hold, still shaking.A quick glance back toward the inside of the house shows Oliver hovering nervously. Curious onlookers peer at us.“Heyo.” Alex’s voice rumbles against my cheek. Aren’t I ruining his shirt? “Sorry, just dropping by, but I’ve gotta jet.”Then, he’s turning me away, easily supporting my weight. He waves back as he leads us away.“I’ll catch you guys later!”“Oh, uh, sure…”Suddenly, I feel a hand grab my left arm tightly. A whimper escapes me as I get pulled backwards, but Alex turns. He dislodges the hand and stands firm, glaring back with furrowed
New Year’s Day was on a Wednesday, so school started back the following Monday. At least I had a few days to deal with my emotions and plan for the worst.Oliver may not have been the captain of the hockey team, but he was fairly popular in his own right. Moreover, I was seen with Alex. The rumor mill at Redmond High was certain to be rolling with new gossip.My schoolmates do not disappoint.In the school halls, people whisper as I pass by, watching me with hawk-like eyes. Some laugh at me, whispering about icing and cupcakes.I keep my gaze on the ground, trying my best not to mind them.The best thing I can do is just mind my own business. Give it a few days, and something else will probably happen to attract everyone’s attention. I’ll be able to return to my normal life, sans a fake boyfriend.At least, that’s what I’m hoping for. But the road to get there seems more bumpy than I could have anticipated.During lunch, I go through the line, picking up my usual tray of Redmond’s poo
“S…Stop… Following me.”I hurry to the back halls to avoid as many eyes as possible. All of the regular kids took the main ways, but I had my preferred paths. And I would prefer if Alex wouldn’t follow me there.As thankful as I am that he kept his promise and returned my car, he and I aren’t friends.“C’mon, seriously. I was wrong to say that. What happened to you?”This…really can’t keep going on.I stop suddenly, and he stops just as quickly. When I turn around, it’s with an aching chest that just keeps squeezing no matter what I do.“Y-You told Oliver—to…to accept my ‘no.’ I’m telling you…n-o. So. Stop. I’m f-ine.”Alex stares down at me, his hands at his sides.This time, when I turn around and flee, I don’t hear him following me.— — —My goal to fade into the background continues to fail. I don’t realize how badly I’m failing until after school, though.As I make my way to my locker, I feel more eyes on me than usual. This is supposed to be my calmer pathway to my locker, so wh
Again. Alex has somehow come to my rescue. Once is a happenstance. Twice, a coincidence.I’m cold and dripping wet, my face against his neck, but he holds me so easily. When I feel my body start to move, I open my mouth.“...Books.”“Huh?”“My books… In the…on the chair.”“...Are you seriously worried about your books right now?”I back my head away from the lovely pine smell and stare up at him with lidded eyes. He stares back at me, then he sighs, shaking his head.“Nerd.”He finds where I’d tucked my backpack and picks it up, going back into the dark pool room. Somehow, he cradles me with a single arm and fills my book bag with the other. Is all of his strength really from hockey?Suddenly, he pauses. Before I can ask why, I hear a bunch of footsteps rushing up to the broken door.“She’s in here! In here!” Danielle’s voice rings out. “I saw her steal the keys to the pool room and—!!”When she enters, she’s followed by three of her friends and two security guards. At first, she imme
“Hey, Cynthia?”I snap out of my thoughts as I quickly shut my mostly empty locker, surprised to hear someone call out to me. But I recognize who it is a moment later, turning around to see Hailey. She looks at me, her worry clear through her glasses lenses.“I heard vaguely about what happened at the pool. Are you okay?”I nod in response to my somewhat friend. We met in Drama Club. She’s a performer, but I prefer working in the background, getting everything to work smoothly.We started talking a bit more after I drew a poster for one of the upcoming performances. She’d complimented it eagerly. Since then, we occasionally chat, though we’re not super close.She has an easygoing presence, so I don’t mind speaking with her sometimes.“Fine…uhm…Alex helped.”“Yeaaah, I heard about that, too,” she laughs a little, though there is still worry in her tone. “Uhm…I figured, since it seems like you and Alex might end up, eh, kind of knocking into each other, there’s something you should know
Redmond High is well known for its ability to produce very skilled hockey players, especially for a public school. Because school funding focuses more on sports than arts, we were able to get our own ice rink.Since it’s winter, I bundle up in my jacket before I try to go see him. Once I step into the room, as expected, it’s frigid, the warmth seeping from my skin.The Redmond Chillers are all there, skating along the rink, sitting in the bleachers, talking, the works. I walk up to the first group of people I see, not wanting to catch Oliver’s attention, wherever he is.“Uhm…excuse m-me.”The three guys all look over at me, curious.“I’m looking…for, uhm…A—”Before I finish, one sighs, startling me slightly. He points his thumb toward a short nook to his right, my left, with a bored expression.“Alex is in the coach’s office, back that way. He’ll probably be out soon, so you can wait for him.”Unable to verbalize my thanks, I just bow slightly at him before scurrying away.The short n
Mission #1 of our fake dating plan: Look convincing.On the first day, if I wasn’t threatened with getting pushed out of the drama club, I would call it quits. Because Alex is entirely too popular and too social for me to handle.He doesn’t even get left alone at Mozzy’s Pizza on our first mock date. From entrance to ordering to looking for seats, folks keep coming to greet him.“Hey man, what’s happenin’?”“Haha, nothing much, how ‘bout you?”Alex greets the fifth person in what feels like ten minutes as I try to melt into the sidelines. It’s not hard—next to him, I look like a hobo. He’s all sleek sweater and dark jeans and I’ve stuffed myself into a fuzzy turtleneck and a long black skirt.He laughs and grasps hands with the visitor, someone not on the hockey team it seems like. However, they’re friendly enough with each other that he stands there and starts talking.Someone drops something in the nearby kitchen, and I flinch, almost knocking into Alex. Smoothly, he snakes his arm
I stare at his closed eyes, processing the sensation of lips against my own.They are soft, unchapped. He doesn’t open them, pressing our mouths together like puzzle pieces.It takes me a minute to realize what we’re doing. Even after I realize it, I’m frozen in place, my thoughts running wildly. A single thought sparks.I don’t feel the need to reject this kiss.When Alex backs away, his lashes rise to reveal warm brown eyes. The golden flecks astound me with their vibrance, my mouth dropping open just slightly. He gives me a smile and a wink.My face immediately heats like a furnace. Then I remember that we’re not alone and hide my mouth behind clammy fingers.Danielle seems to be turning an interestingly pale shade as Oliver’s expression darkens ominously.Alex meets their dissatisfaction smoothly.“Do you think this is a deal? What would even make you two lovebugs think that, huh?”They suddenly remember that they’re supposed to be dating, their expressions crumpling in embarrassm