LOGINThe alarm won’t stop ringing. I fumble around, trying to shut it up, but I can’t even find my cabinet.
I slowly open my eyes to a completely different room. Where am I? My gaze drifts around—and then lands on the person beside me. Sleep vanishes. Dominic. Alice’s nerdy younger brother. Please… it’s not what I’m thinking. I slowly lift the sheets. Fuck. Stark naked. Both of us. Beneath the same sheets. Flashes come rushing back—his hands, my hands, the kiss, the sound I made— No. No. No. Alice will kill me. I jump out of bed. The room is his—posters, books, pictures—all Dominic. I grab my clothes and shove them on, my hands shaking. Of all the insane things that could happen… sleeping with my best friend’s brother? Does the universe hate me that much? Alcohol made this curly-haired nerd look hot. Too hot. God, I’m never drinking again. I spot my phone on his pillow and tiptoe to grab it. Just as I reach for it—his eyes open. “Good morning,” he says groggily, voice still heavy with sleep. “Are you better now?” “Better?” I whisper, my chest tightening. “Dominic, I feel worse! We had sex last night! Why did you let that happen?” He sits up, confused. “You said you were okay—” “I was drunk, Dominic! Dead-beat drunk! And you thought having your way with me was the best thing to do?” He throws off the sheets, standing. “Slow down, Catherine. You’re making it sound like I forced you. You said you wouldn’t regret it, that’s all you wanted.” “That was the alcohol talking, Dominic! Me? Catherine Young? Have sex with you? Come on—no.” I roll my eyes, snatching up my phone. “What’s wrong with me?” he asks quietly. “Everything!” I snap. “You’re my best friend’s younger brother! A goofy nerd! I’m sorry if you don’t see anything wrong with that, but I do. This—” I point between us, “—was a mistake. A full-blown mistake. And no one can know about it. Not even your sister.” I storm out before he can respond. My pulse is pounding so hard it hurts. What’s wrong with having sex with me? His voice echoes in my head. I hiss under my breath, slamming the door behind me. I can still feel his hands on me. I need a shower. A long, scalding one to erase everything. Thankfully, Alice isn’t home. If she were—God, it would’ve been a disaster. She’s the only real friend I have left. I can’t lose her too. At home, I clean up, throw on fresh clothes, then face the next horror—hickeys. His stupid teeth left marks on my neck and even my hand. Who bites someone’s hand? Childish. I cover it all with makeup, tie a scarf around my wrist, and stare at my reflection. Everything in me screams to skip school—but that would only make Jennifer feel glorified. No one breaks Catherine Young. I grab my bag and take a taxi to school. The assembly feels endless. Alice isn’t here. Maybe she stayed over somewhere else. Afterward, I return to class. Jennifer and Asher are at it again—kissing, holding hands, like they’re in a music video. I roll my eyes and keep quiet. The periods crawl by. When the cafeteria bell finally rings, I grab my bag and head out. The dread hits when I see our usual table—Jennifer, sitting in my spot. Of course. I move to the counter, order something, and find an empty corner to sit in. I settle down to eat, ignoring the stares and the whispers. I pull out my phone, scroll through videos, and take a sip of my drink. The food doesn’t even look appealing today. “Catherine! Catherine!” I look up. Alice’s voice cuts through the cafeteria noise. She’s marching toward me—rage blazing in her eyes. Behind her, Dominic follows, looking panicked. They stop at my table. “What the hell did you do to my brother, huh?” she screams. My heart pounds. The cafeteria goes still. “Alice, please keep your voice down,” I beg, reaching to grab her arm, but she jerks away. “Don’t tell me to calm down, Catherine! How dare you have sex with my brother!” Gasps ripple through the cafeteria. I can’t even breathe. Dominic tries to hold her back, but she glares at him. “We made a pact,” she spits, “we stay away from each other’s relatives. But after breaking up with your boyfriend, you used my brother!” “I wasn’t using him—” “He was a virgin!” I almost choke on my drink. Virgin? Seriously? That’s the part everyone’s going to gasp at? The room buzzes louder. My fingers tremble under the weight of a hundred stares. I can’t admit I was drunk. “You and I are not friends anymore, Catherine.” “Alice, wait!” I blurt. Desperation floods my voice. “I knew he was a virgin—but I love him, okay? It happened, and I thought maybe I needed someone good. Someone different.” The lie rolls off my tongue before I can stop it. Alice’s glare doesn’t soften. I move closer and grab Dominic’s arm, ignoring the murmurs. “Your brother is kind and soft-spoken,” I continue quickly. “He’s all I need.” I wrap my arms around him. He stiffens but doesn’t pull away. He’s uncomfortable—too young, too unsure—but now he has no choice. He told his sister everything. Alice’s voice breaks the silence. “Is that true, Dominic?” He hesitates. I pinch his waist sharply, whispering, “Come on, Dominic. You keep saying you love me. Don’t get shy now.” He nods, awkwardly. I turn back to Alice with a strained smile. “See? You don’t have to worry. I love your brother. I’d never do anything to hurt you.” Another lie, but it sounds almost convincing. Laughter slices through the moment. Jennifer. “The Queen Bee and a nerd,” she snickers. “Dumped by the soccer captain and hooked up with a geek. Wow, talk about downgrading.” “Shut up, Jennifer!” I snap, glaring daggers at her. “Catherine,” Asher says coldly, “he’s younger than you. Why would you do something so reckless?” “We’re not together anymore,” I hiss, my voice trembling between anger and humiliation. “So don’t stand there judging me. I won’t let you or anyone disrespect the guy I want. Let’s go, Dominic.” I grab his hand and drag him out of the cafeteria. Eyes follow us, whispers trail behind. We don’t stop until we reach an empty hallway near the school clinic—quiet, isolated. I drop his hand, breathing hard. “Why the hell did you tell your sister we had sex?” I snap. “She found out,” he mutters. “You left your bracelet in my room. She saw it, and things just… went downhill.” “Look,” I cut in, swallowing hard. “Alice is my friend. I love her, and I won’t lose her. So until everything calms down, we keep up the act.” He blinks. “What act?” “That we’re together, of course,” I say, impatient. He meets my gaze, voice low. “I thought you meant it.” I almost laugh. “Meant it? No way. Me and you? No freaking way.”The car slows and stops in front of a large building. KYT is written in bold letters across the top.I want to ask questions. Too many. Why here? How did Dominic end up getting treated in a band’s training place? None of it makes sense. But I keep quiet. Dad has been tense for days. I don’t want to add to it.“We’re here,” Uncle Zachary says as he steps out of the car.The word here hits me hard. The small spark of excitement in me dies right away.Mom keeps looking back at me. Again and again.I finally met her eyes. “Do you know if he’s okay?” I ask.She hesitates. I can tell she doesn’t want to promise anything. Then she reaches for my arms and holds them tight.“Let’s go find out,” she says.We walk toward the building. Each step feels heavy. The doors are glass, tall, clean. I can see people moving inside. Talking. Laughing. It feels wrong.Before we reach the entrance, a man steps in front of us. Security. His face is blank. His arms are crossed.“Can I help you?” he asks.“We’r
The police came not long after. Asher doesn’t fight it. He answers their questions. He goes quiet when they tell him he has to come with them.My chest won’t slow down. I watch as they take him to the car. My legs feel weak.He’s just cruel. That’s all there is to it.All these days, we’ve been waiting. Hoping. Praying for one small answer. And he had one. He had it and kept it to himself. Like it didn’t matter. Like life didn’t matter.It makes me sick. How did I stay with someone like that? How did I not see it?The police don’t let me follow. They don’t let me ask anything. They tell me to stay back.So I called my parents. Again and again. I need them to go there. I need them to ask the questions I can’t.No answer.They’re never around when you need them the most.I pace the house, back and forth, my hands tight at my sides. I keep thinking about Alice. I don’t know if I should call her. She deserves to know. She has to know.So I text her. I don’t delay. I explain everything as
The black shirt comes out first. The one he wore to the concert two nights ago. Then his glasses.My eyes sting. “Where is Dominic?” I ask, my voice breaking. “What does this mean?”My hands won’t move. I don’t touch anything. I don’t need to. I know that shirt. I know those glasses. I watched him put them on. I remember.“It’s just…” My voice dies in my throat.The officer stands. “We have reason to believe he may have been involved in a gang fight,” he says. “The investigation is still ongoing.”I stop breathing. The words don’t make sense. I shake my head. “That’s not true. Dominic is fine.” I say it again, softer. “He’s fine.”Alice doesn’t move.I reach for her shoulders. They’re stiff, like she isn’t even there. Her eyes stare ahead, empty.“My brother can’t be dead,” she whispers. Her body starts to shake. “Catherine, he can’t be dead. He’s all I have. He’s my only family. No. No.”I pull her into me. I hold her tight, even though my chest hurts and my legs feel weak. I don’t l
“Please, Uncle Zachary, drive faster.”The words tumble out of me—again. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve said it already. My heart is pounding so hard it hurts, like it’s trying to claw its way out of my chest. The car speeds forward, trees and lanes blurring into streaks of green and grey, but no matter how fast we go, the dread won’t lift.We’re close. I know we are.Yet the feeling only grows heavier.Uncle Zachary keeps glancing at me through the rearview mirror, his mouth opening like he wants to say something—anything—but he doesn’t. Maybe he knows that even the smallest attempt at comfort would shatter me right now.This is my fault.Isn’t it?Since the concert last night, Alice hasn’t seen Dominic. His phone is switched off. He never came home. He hasn’t answered her calls. He hasn’t reached out to anyone.Where did he go after the concert?He was with Sasha the whole time. Maybe he’s still with her. Maybe he just needed space. Maybe he’s ignoring Alice—and everyone els
Evening creeps in faster than I expect, the light outside the window fading from gold to gray. I can’t believe Travis and I have been locked in this room for hours without exchanging a single real word—or even trying to fix anything. He keeps giggling at whatever he’s watching on his phone, completely unbothered.I roll my eyes and scroll through Instagram in silence. For all I care, we could end up sleeping in here. People do that—go from best friends to total strangers. Or worse. Enemies.Travis suddenly stands and walks over to the window. I glance up, brow lifting. If he’s actually thinking of jumping, he’s out of his mind. This isn’t a movie.He comes back to the bed, and I go back to ignoring him. It’s easy enough—pretend he doesn’t exist. Until he starts pacing.Back and forth. Back and forth.I clench my jaw, biting down my irritation until I can’t anymore.“Can you be quiet?” I snap. “You’re not the only person in here.”He stops and looks around exaggeratedly. “Did something
Immediately the car stops, my eyes roam the wide environment, searching for any sign of Travis—but I don’t spot him anywhere. What does he even look like now? It’s been years of avoiding each other, years of pretending the other doesn’t exist, and now we’re forced back into the same space.I take a deep breath, gathering every ounce of confidence I have. If anyone should be embarrassed, it should be him—not me.“Let’s settle in,” Mom says, climbing out of the car.I follow suit, pulling my luggage from the trunk.Mom walks over to Dad, and he immediately opens his arms, letting her lean into him while Uncle Zachary digs out their bags alone. I shake my head. “You both should be helping Uncle Zachary unpack instead of acting all lovey like you haven’t been together for the past twenty hours.”Mom laughs. “Fred, your daughter is such a sadist. Where did she get these traits?”I roll my eyes, dragging my luggage toward the house. “Definitely not from either of you,” I mutter as I march in







