LOGINLila POV
Cassandra wrapped herself around Ryan like a snake coiling around its prey. "Baby, why did you run off like that?" she asked in that sweet voice that made my stomach turn. "I was so worried about you." Her hands were everywhere. She touched his chest, his arms, his face. Every touch was deliberate, and every touch was meant for me to see. She wanted me to watch her claim him. She wanted me to feel the pain of seeing the boy I loved belong to someone else. And it was working. "I needed to talk to Lila," Ryan said, his voice still tense with anger. "About what?" Cassandra asked innocently, tilting her head to the side. "What could possibly be so important that you had to drag her away like that?" She looked at me with those cold blue eyes, and I saw the warning in them. The same warning she had given me last night. Keep your mouth shut, or I will destroy you. "About her new boyfriend," Ryan said through gritted teeth. "Oh, Derek!" Cassandra said with fake excitement. "Yes, I heard about that! How exciting for you, Lila. You must be so happy." The way she said "happy" made it sound like a curse word. She was enjoying every second of this. Watching me squirm. Watching me suffer. Ryan was still staring at me, waiting for answers I could not give him. But now Cassandra was here, touching him, reminding me of my place. Reminding me that I was nobody. Just the quiet stepsister who did not matter. "I have nothing to say," I said finally, my voice flat and empty. Ryan's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean you have nothing to say? I asked you a question, Lila." "And I answered you," I replied. "I have nothing to say about my relationship with Derek. It is none of your business." The words felt wrong coming out of my mouth. Everything about this situation felt wrong. But what choice did I have? I could not tell him the truth. I could not explain that Derek was blackmailing me. I could not reveal that Cassandra was my childhood bully. I was trapped in a web of lies and secrets that grew bigger every minute. Cassandra smiled at my response. She actually smiled. Like she was proud of me for finally learning my place. "See, baby?" she cooed to Ryan, running her fingers through his hair. "Lila is a big girl. She can make her own choices. Even if those choices are... questionable." I wanted to scream at her. I wanted to tell Ryan everything about who she really was. But the fear kept me silent. The fear of what she would do to me if I spoke up. "I am leaving," I announced, turning away from them both. I could not stand there anymore. I could not watch Cassandra's hands all over Ryan. I could not see the hurt and confusion in his eyes. I could not pretend that any of this was okay. I took one step toward the stairs. Then Ryan's hand shot out and grabbed my wrist again, yanking me back so hard that I almost lost my balance. "Ryan!" I gasped, pain shooting through my arm. "You are not going anywhere," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Not until you give me a real answer." Cassandra's smile faltered for just a moment. She had not expected this. She thought Ryan would let me go. She thought her presence would be enough to make him forget about his anger toward me. But she was wrong. "Let me go," I said, trying to pull my arm free. His grip only tightened. "No." "Ryan, you are hurting me," I whispered. "And you are hurting me," he shot back. "Do you understand that? You are hurting me, Lila. By being with him. By keeping secrets from me. By refusing to explain yourself." Tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of Cassandra. I would not give her that satisfaction. "I do not owe you an explanation," I said, my voice shaking. "You are not my father. You are not my boyfriend. You are just my stepbrother." The words hit him like a slap. I saw him flinch. I saw the pain flash across his face before the anger returned. "Just your stepbrother?" he repeated slowly. "Is that what I am to you?" No, I wanted to scream. You are everything to me. You are the reason I wake up every morning. You are the reason I go to every game. You are the reason I wrote all those stories. But I stayed silent. "Baby," Cassandra said softly, touching Ryan's arm. "Maybe we should just leave her alone. She clearly does not want to talk." "Shut up, Cassandra," Ryan snapped. Both Cassandra and I stared at him in shock. Ryan never talked to anyone like that. Especially not to his girlfriend. Cassandra's face turned red with anger, but she quickly hid it behind another fake smile. "Okay, baby. Whatever you say." Ryan turned back to me, his eyes blazing. "Do not push me, Lila. I am serious. Do not push me right now." "Or what?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Or I will lose my mind," he said through clenched teeth. "I need to know. I need you to tell me right now. Are you really dating Derek Stone? Is he really your boyfriend?" The question hung in the air between us like a bomb waiting to explode. I opened my mouth to answer, but the words got stuck in my throat.Lila POVThe rest of the day passed in a blur of congratulations and relief.Students kept coming up to me in the hallways telling me they were happy I got to stay. Teachers who had been cold to me for weeks suddenly smiled when I walked past. Even some of the people who had been featured in my stories approached to say they forgave me.Derek and I barely had a moment alone all day. Between classes and talking to people and dealing with the aftermath of everything, we were constantly surrounded.But finally, after school ended, Derek texted me asking if I could come over to his house. His real house, not James's place where he had been hiding.My mother actually agreed to let me go, which was shocking in itself. I think she was just so relieved I was not getting expelled that she was being more lenient than usual.Derek picked me up in his car, and we drove to his house in comfortable silence. Both of us were emotionally exhausted from the intensity of the day.When we pulled into his
Lila POVI could not stop crying.The tears kept coming in waves, but they were different from all the tears I had cried over the past weeks. These were not tears of shame or fear or despair. These were tears of relief so profound that my whole body shook with them.I turned in Derek's arms so I was facing him fully and threw my arms around his neck, holding him as tightly as I could."Thank you," I sobbed into his shoulder. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I cannot believe you did all of this for me. I cannot believe any of this is real."Derek held me just as tightly, his own tears wetting my hair. "I told you I would fight for you. I told you I would not let them send you away.""I know, but I did not really believe it would work. I thought for sure they would expel me anyway. I thought I would be on that train tonight." I pulled back to look at his face. "You saved me, Derek. You literally saved my entire life.""We saved you," Derek corrected, nodding toward where Ryan stood nea
Lila POV"Miss Richmond, the administration has decided not to expel you."The words hung in the air for a moment before I could process them.Not expel. They were not expelling me."However," Principal Hayes continued before the relief could fully sink in, "there must be consequences for violating school policy. The content you created was inappropriate regardless of the circumstances surrounding how it became public."I nodded quickly, willing to accept whatever punishment they gave me as long as I got to stay."Therefore, Miss Richmond will be required to complete one hundred hours of community service to be finished before the end of this school year. This service must be approved by the administration and will be monitored to ensure completion."One hundred hours. That was a lot, but it was doable. It was so much better than expulsion."Additionally," Vice Principal Morrison added, "Miss Richmond will be required to meet with the school counselor weekly for the remainder of the s
Lila POVI could barely breathe as I waited for Principal Hayes to finish her statement.What did "viewed in full context" mean? Were they still going to expel me? Was there some punishment coming that would be almost as bad as expulsion?My whole body had started shaking. I could feel tremors running through my hands, my legs, even my jaw was trembling uncontrollably. The suspense was unbearable.Suddenly, I felt a hand slip into mine from behind. I turned slightly and saw Derek had gotten up from the witness table and moved to stand directly behind my chair. He squeezed my hand tightly, leaning down just enough to whisper in my ear."Breathe, Lila. Just breathe. Everything is going to be alright."His voice was steady and calm, completely at odds with the chaos I felt inside. I wanted to believe him. Wanted to trust that after everything we had been through, this would somehow work out.But I was terrified.My mother noticed Derek holding my hand and for a moment I thought she might
Lila POVPrincipal Hayes looked down at the papers in front of her, then back up at the audience."This has been one of the most difficult decisions the administration has had to make in recent years," she began, her voice echoing through the silent auditorium. "The circumstances surrounding Miss Richmond's case are complex and involve multiple parties, multiple violations, and significant questions about responsibility and accountability."My heart was racing so fast I thought I might pass out. My mother's hand found mine under the table and squeezed it hard, though I could not tell if she was offering comfort or just as nervous as I was."Let me start by being absolutely clear about the severity of what occurred," Principal Hayes continued. "Miss Richmond created sexually explicit content featuring real students at this school. She wrote detailed scenarios involving classmates, teachers, and most troublingly, her own stepbrother. This content was graphic in nature and involved minor
Derek POVThe applause continued as I stepped away from the podium, my legs feeling weak beneath me.I had just exposed everything. Every weakness. Every mistake. Every private struggle I had been hiding for years. And I had done it in front of the entire school.Part of me wanted to run off the stage and hide. But I forced myself to walk calmly down the steps, keeping my head up even though my hands were still shaking.As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I expected to head back to the witness table where I had been sitting. But I found my path blocked.My father stood there.The security guards had released him at some point during my speech, and now he stood just a few feet away from me, his face wet with tears.I had never seen my father cry. Not even at my mother's funeral. He had stood stoic and silent through the entire service, his face like stone while I sobbed into his shoulder.But now tears were streaming down his face openly, and he made no attempt to hide them.We star







