'' Zara, you're just making a mountain out if a molehill," Kaylee whined as we joined the driver in the car. He had been kind enough to drive me home so that I could pick some things up.
I packedy books and some extra clothes I would be taking to Kaylee's after school." You have a secret crush on Liam and you're secretly stalking him on social media....not only that, you also fall asleep looking at his pictures and you tell me what?' I said, letting out mocking chuckle."Why are saying that like it's a bad thing?" She pouted."I thought we all agreed he was an asshole," I rolled my eyes." Yeah he is, but he's still handsome," Kaylee shrugged.I agreed with her on he being handsome. I mean, I also went through his social media and looked through all his pictures and videos as well. That guy is good looking, I mean how can a human be as handsome as he is."Zara?" Kaylee's voice pulled me out of thoughts."Are you coming down or not?" She raised a brow making me aware of our surrounding.I sighed and alighted and soon we were walking towards my locker.I put in the password and just when I was about to open the metallic door, something hard hit my head."What the heck?!'' I gasped, turning to see what hit me."Oh.....did it hurt? Are you going to cry to your momma?'Liam who was standing a few feet away from me said with a chuckle. I glared at him and seriously, I wish I could just wipe that smirk off his face with a memory-erasing slap."What? Can't speak today? Where is the fiesty girl from yesterday?"He added, moving towards me.His friends walking closely behind him."Look Liam, I'm not in the mood for you this morning or today, so I advise you to stay away from me," I said in a warning tone but I only received another low, sexy chuckle."And if I don't?" He smirked, throwing the ball he just picked from the ground at me.I sighed, getting annoyed at his actions but he didn't care. He flashed me a teasing smirk and bent to pick it.I placed a foot on the ball stopping him from taking the ball.He paused and slowly raised his head, narrowing his eyes at me."Oh...you want to pick it up for me? That would be great,"He shrugged, getting up."Yeah Liam, she really wants to bow before you so bad," Beatrice's voice came from behind Liam and I couldn't stop myself from chuckling.I slowly picked up the ball and stretched it towards him but just as he was about to take it, I stabbed the ball with my pocket knife." What the fuck is wrong with you?" He yelled, shock evident in his voice." Now you know how it feels," I chuckled.I dropped the deflated ball on the floor and walked away, suddenly not caring about the books again." You're just going to let her walk away?" I heard a familiar voice say but Liam seemed not to respond.I chuckled and rolledy eyes, but didn't look back even though I wanted to." Zara.... you're in so much trouble," Kaylee said, ruining my moment. I rolled my eyes and ignored her as we entered the class.A few students were already there and we took the our seat, waiting for the algebra tutor to walk in."Attention students...." The teacher's said as he walked in. He all turned our heads towards him and he slightly cleared his throat before speaking."A new student will be joining us today, his name is Nicholas."A familiar face walked in and I clenched my teeth in anger.Really dad? Really? Was thisan really think about me when he made this decision? Was he really thinking about how I was going to feel? Was he trying to ruin my life?"Hey..." Kaylee's voice pulled me out of thoughts, followed by a gentle tap on my shoulders.I sighed and turned my attention to her only to discover that she had this sly smile on her face."Why are you smiling like that?" I asked her, whiles rolling my eyes.The smile turned into a grin as she winked at me."Oh my God Kaylee, use your words," I groaned."You like the new kid, don't you?""HA!" I laughed out loudly, causing all eyes to move to me. The tutor shot me displeasing glare and I flashed him a fake apologetic smile, while praying I don't get a detention.Thankfully he turned to the board and I was finally able to breath again."Why did you do that?" Kaylee scolded me in a whisper."Nicholas is cute, you know," she shrugged, making me want to throw up."And he keeps looking at you as well."Kaylee's revelation makes my head turn from her to where her eyes were.My eyes met Nicholas' and he smiles at me. I roll my eyes and turn back to Kaylee."Kaylee he's my brother, he's the mistress's child," I whisper-yelled and watched her face drop."Hey girls," a familiar voice said before Kaylee could speak and I turned to see Nicholas standing in front of me."Is this seat taken?"he asked, pointing to the empty seat beside me."Yeah," I responded coldly, looking away from him."Well since the owner is not here, do you think....""What's going on there?" The tutor asked, glaring at me.Ok, it's Nicholas's fault not mine."Nothing sir, Zara was just asking Nicholas to sit beside her," Kaylee said, earning a glare from me. She shrugged casually, smiling at Nick who smiled back before sitting down."Don't talk to me," I whispered at Nick in a warning tone."Relax, I wasn't even going to speak and why are you even being mean?" He whispered back."You're still talking to me," I replied in the same tone and I heard him sigh.Thankfully, he didn't say another word till the lesson ended.The next class was Chemistry and to say I hate chemistry is an understatement. I sighed and picked up my bag walking out of the class with Kaylee and Nicholas walking behind me.For some reason, the two of them hit it off immediately and all the giggling and laughing coming from them is giving me a serious migraine.We got to the class and the tutor walked in, beginning the lesson of the day. I think he was talking about heat and chemical change or something.Halfway through the class, I drifted off to sleep and woke up to the sound of the bell and students walking out of the class."Finally someone is awake,'' I heard Kaylee say as I rubbed my eyes."Why is the school on fire?" I asked sniffling a yawn."No, it's recess,'' she said."Oh....I thought my dream came true," I rolled my eyes.We walked out of the class to the cafeteria, grabbed our lunches and went to our usual table.Everything was going on smoothly until we heard the whispering that makes my ears bleed fill the room.I don't know why this has to happen whenever Liam and his squad come here. Every single time. Don't these people get used to seeing them.I try my best to block them out and focus on my food.Seconds later, the mumbling and whispers become intense and I feel something cold dripping from my hair to my back.The crowd let out a huge and loud gasp. I gaze up to meet Kaylee's gaze and I can already tell who it is from how pale she looked."Dude, what the hell was that?" Nicholas said getting up from his seat. I drop my sandwich and stand up."Oh, I can see you finally found yourself a personal puppet," Liam chuckled as soon as our eyes meet."Nick, sit," I say my eyes never leaving Liam's."Wh....""Just sit," I say firmly, cutting Liam off.He let out an exasperated sigh and sits down reluctantly."I've been trying so hard to stay out of your way and I hoped you'd get a hint but who was I kidding," I shrugged."Yes because once you mess.....""I wasn't talking to you," I shut Beatrice up."You have no life Beatrice so I suggest you get one instead of following Liam around like a lost and hungry stray dog," I rolled my eyes, watching her face turn red like a big tomato."Back to you Liam," I sighed."I honestly thought being the captain of the basketball team, you'd be smart. Even if not too smart, at least a little. But you know how you behave? You're like a preschool kid. You're as dumb as.....you know Patrick from SpongeBob SquarePants right? Well that's your twin. I'd like to talk some sense into your head but I have useful things to do," I smiled, ignoring the angry glare he was giving me. I grabbed the bottle of Pepsi cola in the table and opened the can.After sipping a little, I returned the favor and emptied the rest of Liam's head.Liam’s POV – Years Later The world thought I had it all. Multi-million-dollar companies. A sprawling empire across three continents. A fleet of cars, an estate tucked away in the hills. And behind it all, a carefully constructed underworld — one that moved products with silent efficiency, feared me without knowing me, and left no room for softness. But none of it mattered. Because every night, when the world fell quiet, I still stared at the old phone I’d refused to replace. Cracked screen. Dusty memory card. Battery barely holding a charge. But it held her voice. Her smile. Our story. And I couldn’t let go. Tonight was no different. I sat in my office — the one hidden beneath the surface of my flagship building, where men like me did things we could never confess. The lights were dim, the city glowing like distant fire through the tall windows. And in my hand, that ancient phone rested, open to the last photo I had taken of her. Zara. In her motorbike jacket, smirking at me f
LIAM: The auditorium buzzed with excitement — tassels swinging, caps slipping, parents clapping at names called out with pride. This was supposed to be the moment we had all waited for. Freedom. Celebration. Closure. But for me, it was a reminder of everything I’d lost. Rows of students dressed in navy blue lined the stage, our names listed neatly on the back of the programs. My name was there too: Liam Hunter, bold and undeserving. It felt heavy on the page, like it shouldn’t be printed next to theirs. Especially not next to hers. Zara’s name was missing. But her presence wasn’t. An empty chair sat in the front row, decorated with a single white lily and a photo of her smiling in that way that made the sun jealous. The school said it was to honor her memory. That she’d left a mark too deep to be forgotten. They were right. She had. On all of us. But most of all, on me. I sat in the back row with the rest of the graduates, my fingers clenched around my cap as the ceremon
Liam’s POV The sound of the casket wheels against the gravel felt like thunder in my chest. Everything was too quiet. No birds. No breeze. Just the dull murmur of footsteps behind me and the sound of fabric brushing against itself as people followed slowly. Each person held something: a rose, a prayer, a heavy silence. I held nothing. I didn’t deserve to. The cemetery was tucked away behind the church, surrounded by trees that stood like mourners themselves, tall and still. The grave was already dug, six feet deep and waiting. Too final. Too cruel. I stood at the edge, a few feet behind Nick and Kaylee. Neither of them looked at me. I didn’t expect them to. Zara’s mother stood at the front, face pale and tear-stained. Her father held her trembling hand, but he looked like a shell—like he hadn’t slept in days. No parent should have to bury their child. And I… I should’ve been buried in her place. The casket was carried gently—like it could still feel pain. Like she coul
I never imagined the last time I’d see Zara would be in a coffin. The rain hadn’t started, but the clouds were heavy. Like the sky itself was mourning. The church was full, but it still felt hollow. People came dressed in black, some with umbrellas, others with red-rimmed eyes. I sat at the far back, where the shadows reached and no one would dare acknowledge me. It felt like everyone could hear my guilt. See it crawling under my skin. I didn’t deserve to be here—but I couldn’t stay away either. The room echoed with the quiet sound of sniffling. The kind of broken silence only funerals knew how to create. Every second in that room felt like a scream inside my head. Every soft hymn, every whispered condolence—none of it touched me. All I could hear was her laugh. All I could see was the way her face fell when I told her she’d never be my type. I’d memorized that moment frame by frame, and now I’d never get the chance to apologize for it. I was the reason she was gone. When
Nick’s POV I’ve always hated suits. But today, I wore one for Zara. The black jacket felt too tight. The collar choked me. My fists remained clenched in my lap as the priest droned on about peace and heaven and how “God takes the good ones early.” I wanted to stand up and scream at him that none of this made sense. Zara wasn’t supposed to be in a casket. She was supposed to be riding her motorbike down some open road, wind in her face, music in her ears. Not… here. Not gone. I looked straight ahead, but I couldn’t focus. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t feel anything except the deep, hot ache in my chest that hadn’t dulled since the morning I found out she’d died. The moment they showed me her bike on the news, I knew. I knew before the confirmation call. I knew before the police visited our house. My knees gave out. My heart collapsed in on itself. Kaylee had been the only thing stopping me from breaking something that day. I sat next to her now, her hand over mine, stead
Kaylee’s POV The sky was a dull gray, as if it, too, mourned the girl who once chased sunsets on her motorbike and laughed like the world hadn’t betrayed her. Zara’s funeral was held in the small chapel near the cemetery—intimate, quiet, and heavy with unshed tears. Rows of students from school filled the pews. Some came out of guilt, some out of shock, and a few, like me, came because their hearts would never be the same again. I sat beside Nick, our hands tangled tightly, grounding each other in the kind of pain words couldn’t reach. Nick hadn’t said much since the accident. Just stayed quiet. Angry. Protective. Devastated. Zara’s picture sat at the front of the chapel—one of her rare smiling photos. Hair down. Eyes gleaming. She looked happy in it. Carefree. Like she had no idea how cruel the world could be. I hated that picture. Because it felt like a lie now. The priest spoke, but I barely heard the words. Something about finding peace, about eternal rest, about how
The night air was bitter, but not as cold as the hollow space in my chest. The roads blurred beneath my tires, my grip on the wheel white-knuckled, jaw clenched so tight I thought it would crack. I didn’t remember getting in the car. I didn’t remember turning onto her street. All I knew was rage—and grief. They burned in my veins like poison. When I reached Beatrice’s house, I slammed the car door and marched to her porch, not even bothering to knock. I pounded my fist against the wood hard enough to rattle it. It didn’t take long before the door opened. Beatrice stood there, barefoot, wearing a silky robe and a smug little smirk that dropped the second she saw me. “Liam?” Her brows knit. “What the hell—” “Are you happy now?” I growled, stepping into her space. She stumbled back instinctively. “What?” “Are you happy now?” I repeated, my voice cracking this time. “Is this what you wanted? Because you won, Beatrice. She’s dead.” Her mouth parted. “What are you ta
LIAM: I didn’t wait. Didn’t care that Nick had just knocked the air out of my lungs. Didn’t care that my lip was busted or that I could barely see straight. All I knew was there was a chance she was alive. That somehow, after everything, Zara might still be breathing. I followed them. I kept a few cars behind on the freeway, watching Nick’s taillights like a lifeline. My hands trembled around the wheel, blood still smeared across my knuckles and jaw. I kept hearing her voice, the last time she looked at me—those wide, broken eyes. The way she yanked her hand away when I tried to speak. I deserved her hate. I deserved worse. But I still had to see her. When we pulled into the hospital parking lot, Nick and Kaylee stepped out first. Kaylee looked around warily. I kept my distance, waiting until they entered through the emergency entrance before climbing out of my car. The cold air hit my face like a slap, waking every nerve. My legs felt heavy, but I moved forward a
LIAM The morning sun broke through the curtains, but it brought no warmth. I must’ve passed out sometime around dawn after dragging myself back home, my jacket still covered in the smell of grass and midnight regret. The dream I woke from was foggy — I saw her, barefoot in the field, laughing as the stars fell behind her. For a moment, I smiled. Then I heard my phone vibrate. Once. Twice. Then it wouldn’t stop. Groaning, I reached for it, squinting at the screen. Ten missed calls. A dozen messages. Notifications flooded in, from group chats and even people I barely talked to at school. “Please tell me this isn’t true…” “Omg… was it her bike??” “Are you okay, Liam??” And then one from Nick. Just one. You better pray it wasn’t her.My heart dropped. I sat up, adrenaline flooding my veins. “No,” I whispered. “No, no, no…” I searched for the local news link someone had sent in one of the messages. My fingers trembled so badly I could barely click the article