FAZER 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.”Dominic's Pov When things got so heavy that even breathing felt like work, the only thing I could think to do was go home.Patrick kept shading Catherine, saying things he had no right to say. I tried to ignore it. I really did. But something inside me snapped.I hit him.By the time I got back to the house, my hands were still shaking. I packed my bag, left a short note for Alice, and caught the next train to Grandma’s.After my parents’ divorce, she was the only place that still felt… safe. Stable. Like things hadn’t completely fallen apart yet. When my best friend started acting like shit and the girl I loved felt so far out of reach, her house was the only place I knew to run to.She welcomed me like always—then immediately put me to work in the kitchen.“Are you sure you coming here has nothing to do with your father?” she asked, handing me the salt.I put it back. “He’s not even in town.”“Business trip?”“I guess,” I said. Honestly, I had no idea. These days, he barely came h
Catherine PovTen minutes later, we were digging into the food Mom had ordered, and I tried keeping up with the conversation—though all I really wanted was to find a way out of the house.I’d planned this whole get-together around the idea that Dominic would be here.We never got the chance to talk at school. And even if we had, there was no privacy—with teachers and students everywhere.Well that was until the fight broke out and he left.The loud clinks of spoons against plates sounded like a bad ringtone, made worse by the way Mom couldn't even cut her chicken properly.“This is so yummy,” Alice complimented mom again.I smiled and shot my already horrified mother a look. “Of course.” I said. “My mom is an amazing chef.”That almost burned the world. Her eyes narrowed.I stuck my tongue out.Dad laughed.Mom whipped around to glare at Dad. He froze, muttering out an apology like he’d committed a crime.Sometimes, it’s scary to realize the kind of hold my mom had over him. Twenty
Catherine's PovTwo weeks Ago“You’ve made significant progress in just one week, Miss Catherine,” my therapist, Sarah, said during our seventh session.I kept count.Mom had promised therapy would only last a month. Four weeks. That was the deal.I nodded anyway.Sarah tilted her head slightly, studying my face like the answers to my problems were written somewhere between my eyebrows. Like if she stared long enough, she’d decode me.I looked away.The clock ticked softly on the wall.A week had passed. Somehow.Most of my time was spent in this room now—on the soft couch, under her calm voice, surrounded by tissues and neutral-colored pillows. The rest of my time was spent doing the things she assigned me.Clean your room.Write your thoughts.Try cooking.Do something with your hands.So I cleaned.I burned rice twice.I filled three notebooks with half-finished sentences and crossed-out feelings.I tried to follow every instruction like it was homework that decided my future.Beca
Catherine's PovThree Weeks AgoI love my parents. I really do.But sometimes, they make decisions about my life without even asking me—especially when they think they’re “helping.”“I’m not going.” I snapped, glaring at Mom. My chest felt tight. “I’m not.”She froze for a second, then softened and reached for my hands.I pulled away.Too close. Too much. I couldn’t breathe.“Catherine,” she said gently, “you haven’t been the same since Dominic went missing. You’ve changed. You barely talk. You barely eat. You look tired all the time.”I scoffed. “So? That doesn’t mean I’m broken.”“It means you’re hurting,” she replied. “And I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. That’s why I booked the session.”My laugh came out sharp. “A therapist?” I shook my head. “Wow. Okay. So now I’m a problem that needs fixing?”“That’s not what I—”“It’s always like this,” I cut in. “You decide things for me and expect me to just agree.”She opened her mouth again, but the words rushed out of me first
Catherine's PovDad’s face twisted in a full three sixty. I shifted my gaze from the unholy mess in the pot to him, and, weirdly, his expression was satisfying.I love my parents, but sometimes I feel like they think the world revolves around them.Mom jabbed Dad’s shoulder. “Babe, what’s wrong?” she asked, like the pasta she usually eats looked like this.I joined in. “What’s wrong, Dad?”He started sweating. “Nothing. I… uh…”“Babe, you said it tasted good,” Mom pressed.He swallowed nervously. “I did… I did eat it already.”“Dad… eat it up.”He shot me a pleading look. I shrugged and dumped the… monstrosity—not even worthy of the name pasta—back into the pot.The kitchen lightened a little, but the heat was still brutal.I fanned my face and glared at Mom. “Do you know how to cook, Mom?” I arched my brow.She finally seemed to realize the disaster she’d unleashed and shifted uncomfortably.“But you said it was okay,” she protested, hitting Dad’s chest. “How bad is it?”She marched
Catherine’s POVThe rush was finally over.I let out a long breath after the final wave to the officials, watching as the hotel management took over. My shoulders relaxed for the first time all day.“You did great, Miss Carson,” the principal said as we headed toward the school bus.She couldn’t hide her smile. Signing a million-dollar investment deal would do that to anyone.“Thank you, ma’am,” I replied, trying to sound calm.Even though part of me wanted to pretend my excitement was only about the event, I knew better.It wasn’t.I climbed into the bus and filled out the required forms, signing where I needed to before handing them back to her.“You could’ve done this at school,” she said.I shook my head. “I won’t be coming back today.”Her eyebrow lifted slightly.“We’re having a small dinner at home,” I added quickly. “I need to help my mom prepare.”She studied me for a second, then nodded.“Alright. Get some rest.”I dropped off shortly after, waved goodbye, and headed straigh







