MasukHazel's POVThe name hung in the air between us. I had never heard someone call me that my entire life.“My name is Hazel,” I said. “Hazel… Hazel Pierce.”Oswald didn't react to the correction. If anything, he looked like he had expected it. He took a slow breath and stepped back slightly, giving me space I hadn't realized I needed, “Of course,” he said quietly. “I'm sorry. That was… I shouldn't have…” He stopped and pressed his fingers briefly to his mouth. “Forgive me.”“It's okay… I am sorry too.”Jaxon brought out his hand to hold mine that was resting on my thoughts, making a circling motion and occasional squeeze, I had not realized how much I needed the warmth. He hadn't said a word since I started speaking.Oswald moved back to his chair and sat down slowly. He looked at the documents on the desk again and then at me.“Your birthday,” he said. “March fourth. How old did you say you were?”“Twenty-one.”He nodded, the motion barely perceptible. “And your childhood — where did
Hazel's POVThe lobby had already been intimidating enough, but stepping into Oswald's office felt like entering an entirely different world. My eyes swept across the office, one entire wall was made of glass. From where I stood, the city stretched endlessly below us, buildings rising in every direction while tiny cars crawled along the streets like moving boxes. The rest of the office was just as intimidating, dark wooden shelves lined the walls, filled with trophies, awards, and framed photographs that captured snapshots from a lifetime of success. Everything about the room felt expensive, carefully chosen, and impossible to ignore.My gaze drifted across them absentmindedly and stopped at a photograph sitting on one of the shelves, and suddenly the office, the view, and everything else faded into the background. A younger Oswald stood beside a dark-haired woman and between them was a little girl.My breath caught. That was exactly the same picture that I saw on the internet. For a
Hazel's POVI woke up to the ray of morning sunlight reflecting into my eyes, I shifted beneath the covers and immediately regretted it.A dull ache pulled through my body, making heat rush to my cheeks as memories from last night came flooding back all at once.God.I buried my face in the pillow, fighting a smile that was creeping up my cheeks.Every girl always talked about her first time like it was either a complete disaster or some perfect fairy tale. Mine had been neither. It had been awkward in places, emotional in ways I hadn't expected, and overwhelming enough that I still wasn't sure how to put it into words.But if I was being honest with myself, I wouldn't change a single second of it.I rolled onto my side carefully and stared at the sunlight filtering through the curtains.This morning was an absolute peace compared to the past few days. There was no feeling that the entire world was about to collapse before breakfast.A small smile tugged at my lips before I could stop
Hazel's POVI didn't say anything for the first few minutes. Jaxon also didn't push me to say anything. He was focused on the road, and that silence as awkward as it felt was soothing. I watched the neighborhood slide past the window. The familiar streets gave way to the broader road. But it wasn't long before the questions started flooding into my head.What if Mr. Oswald doesn't recognize me? What if he's not my father?What if he doesn't believe in my story?“Stay with me, Haz,” Jaxon voice came through breaking into my thoughts“I don't know who I am,” I said. “Rebecca Sterling. I keep saying it in my head and I don't know if it belongs to me or if it doesn't.”Jaxon was quiet but his eyes were fixed to me right now.“Not everything is supposed to make sense right now, which is why we would get answers ,” “I know but my mind is finding it hard to stop.”At this point he didn't say much, he just gave my hand his usual reassuring squeeze.“I am having cold feet now.”“You've been
Hazel's POVI woke up before my alarm and lay still for a while, listening to the sounds of the house settling around me.There was a time when those sounds were familiar in a comforting way, the particular creak of the third stair, the distant sound of the neighborhood waking up outside the window. I had grown up in this house, or at least I had grown up in a version of it. I wasn't entirely sure anymore what that meant.I got dressed without turning on the overhead light.Downstairs, my father was already at the kitchen table with his coffee and his newspaper, which was how he spent every morning, unhurried, projecting the particular calm of a man with nothing to hide. I had found that calming once. Now it just looked like practice.“Morning,” I said, going to the counter to pour myself coffee.“You slept well?,” he said, without looking up from the paper. “A little.”“Good. You needed it.” He turned a page. “Sit down. I made eggs.”I ate my breakfast without tasting them while
Trey’s POVThe storage room at the end of the athletics corridor was the least monitored space in the building, which was why I used it.Tiffany was already inside when I arrived, arms crossed, her blazer from the hearing still on. The composed version of her from the review room was completely gone. I closed the door behind me.“Well,” I said. “That wasn't so badly.”“Don't.” Her voice was flat. “Do not even for a second down play this. They have footage, Trey. The Actual footage. Someone submitted it to the board before we even walked in there today.”“I know, Tiff.”“Then you know we have a problem.” She stepped closer. “They asked about the script, the rehearsals. They knew the wording didn't come from Hazel naturally. How long before they start asking who wrote it?”I kept my expression even. "That's why we stay calm and say nothing."“Stay calm? That's your advice, Seriously” Her pitch getting high.“It's better than panicking in a corridor.”“I'm not panicking. I'm telling you
Jaxon's POV "Oh Jaxon, why should I delete the picture? Where’s the fun in that?” She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming in mischief “You should be thanking me. The little edit I made makes you look… irresistible. Half of the girls on campus would kill to be Hazel right now.”“Hazel doesn’t deserv
Jaxon’s POV I should’ve stayed pissed at her after the way she acted cold to me in the library; most girls wouldn’t have gotten a second glance from me, but when I heard, there I was seated beside her. Minutes into the movie but she wasn’t watching. I could tell by the way her shoulders stayed st
Hazel’s POV Sasha leaned closer, her voice barely a whisper. “Oh my God! He’s coming here.” “I know,” I hissed, my fingers digging into the knit of my cardigan. My heart thudded so loud I was sure half the lawn could hear it. Jaxon stopped right over the edge of our blanket and lowered himsel
Hazel’s POVI couldn’t sleep.The image of Jaxon’s back as he walked out of the library kept flashing in my head. Each step he took away from me made me regret what I had said earlier to him.I had pushed him too hard, or maybe I am overthinking everything, I don’t even know anymore. All I know is







