LIAM
The day went by swiftly as it should but my brain was in a mess, especially when I see her acting as if nothing happened. She doesn’t deserve to be happy. She deserves to be punished. She deserves to pay for all the humiliation she put me through and I’m going to deal with her in the worse way possible. I just need to figure it out. “Hey man, you coming for practice?” Levi asked and I nodded, grabbing my bag and walking out of the classroom before the other boys followed me. I was so lost in thoughts about her that I didn’t even realize they were planning another pool party. “Liam, are you ok?” Mason asked, placing an arm over my shoulder. I nodded and quickened by pace instead to the changing room. I threw my bag into my locker and changed into my jersey before taking the lead to the basketball court. Training soon started and I was a mess, I threw the basketball into the net for the fifth time today and missed. You want to know why? It’s because of her. What’s her name again? Zara. The name that makes me angry. The name that ruins my day. Before she came here, everything used to go my way. Everything used to go according to my plans. These nerds didn’t dare look at me twice but ever since she came to this school, things have changed. “Dude!” A voice brought me back to earth and I raised my head just to see that I missed a pass. The basketball ball came colliding with my head but the pain was nothing compared to the anger I was feeling. “If you keep playing like this, then we’re going to lose Monday’s game.” Mason said with a chuckle. I let out a sigh and walked to the bench where Beatrice handed me a bottle of water. I unscrewed the cap and sat down beside her, drinking the water whilst she cleaned my sweat. “Dude, you look lost. Is everything alright?” Mason asked. “Yes, everything is fine. I just hate that girl.” The boys looked at me in confusion. “Zara,” I said, hating to mention her name out like that. “Yeah…she’s a really tough one,” Lucas said and I rolled my eyes. “I just wish there was a way for me to break her ego. I wish I could just shut her up forever,” I said, anger in my voice. “Too bad she always has a come back for whatever you do to her. It’s like she was created to counter your attacks,” Lucas teased and I shot him a glare. “I know a way to teach her a lesson,” Beatrice said, and all heads turned to her. “Next two weeks is prom, right?” We all nodded. “ And every single girl in the school will die if Liam Hunter asked the out.” I smiled at her statement proudly. “So Liam can ask Zara out and then break up with her on the day of prom.” My smile quickly faded as I stood up angrily. “Are you out of your mind? You want me to go out with her? Can you hear yourself? Beatrice, that’s Zara for God’s sake.” “Liam listen,” Beatrice said, trying to put her hand on my shoulder but I stepped away. “I am not going to date that girl. Have you seen her? Have you seen how ugly she looks? Have you seen the way she dresses?” “Liam, it’s just a game you’re going to play. You’re not dating her for real,” Beatrice said, batting her lash extensions at me. “Look Beatrice, I don’t want to play pretend with that girl. I can’t stand her. I hate her,” I said the last three words through clenched jaws. “I know and I hate her too. Which is why you need to do this. We have to break her ego and we can only do that with your charms,” Beatrice tried to coax me. “Maybe Liam is just scared,” Levi said making me narrow my eyes at him. “Scared? Me? Are you out of your mind?” “Relax Liam. I’m just saying,” Levi smirked, making my blood boil. “So far she’s the only one who has been able to stand up to you. It’s natural for you to be scared of her,” he shrugged. “I am not scared of her,” I yelled angrily. “So why don’t you do what Beatrice is asking you to do?” He tilted his head to the side, his eyes locked with mine. “Oh, I see now. Liam is sacred his charms wouldn’t work on Zara. He’s scared she’s going to reject him,” Levi added, answering his own question. “What are you saying Levi? Are you crazy? What nonsense is coming out of your mouth? Have you forgotten who you are talking to?” I just up of my seat, ready to attack him but Lucas held me back. “You know how Levi can be,” Lucas whispered to me as I was glaring at Levi. Yes I did. I knew how Levi could be an asshole sometimes. Saying things to just piss me off on purpose. “You can’t deal with her rejection,can you? You can make her fall in love with you. She’ll reject you and that’ll even hurt your ego even more,” Levi continued to taunt me. “Levi!” “Don’t yell at me Liam, you know what I’m saying is the gospel truth. No one has ever stood up to you except her so she has instilled that fear into you….” “Liam Hunter can’t be rejected by anyone! He isn’t scared of anyone, got it?” I growled but Levi just chuckled. “Then prove it. Just two week Liam.” “Liam Hunter doesn’t need to prove anything to anyone,” I said, turning my back to him. “Or Liam Hunter is a chicken. A scared chicken to precise. A pussy…..” My fist landed heavily with his jaw stopping the rest of his words. He stumbled back, not prepared for the hit. The rest of the guys came between us, pushing me away from Levi, who now winced in pain and was massaging his jaw. “Are you out of your mind Levi? For goodness sake, stop annoying him,” Beatrice said but Levi looked at me with a mocking smile. “Confirms whatever I was saying, Miss Liam Hunter,” Levi said, emphasizing on the word “Miss” because he was trying to piss me off. “You deserve all the attention you get Liam if you’re scared of a girl. She stood up to you and now she has you shaking in your boots whenever you hear her name. What next? I’m pretty sure she’ll have you pissing your pants soon as well.” “Watch your language Liam!” I was trying to get out of the guys’ grip but they wouldn’t let me and it was frustrating. “My language? I’m only saying the truth.” “And I have told you she doesn’t scare me!” I yelled. “So what is stopping you from proving it?” He raised a brow. “I don’t do what others tell me to, and I don’t think I have to prove anything to anyone.” “Excuse, after excuse. Chicken!” “Fine! I’ll do it,” I said sharply, earning a confused look from everyone, yes, including Levi. Bet the asshole didn’t expect me to give in. “What?” Beatrice asked. I took the moment to step out of the boys’ grip and walk towards Liam. “I agree to date Zara, for two weeks and then dump her.” I said the words right to face, watching him smile in amusement. “But….. I have a condition.” Levi’s smile dropped at my words, and he gave me a confused look. “The day I dump Zara will be the day you start dating her.” I looked around to see the surprise on everyone’s face well, except Levi. I was expecting that reaction from him tho. “Wow, you want to toss me your leftovers,” he chuckled. “It’s such a privilege,” there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. His eyes moved to Beatrice who was standing behind me and his smile widened even more. “Oh, I see what’s going on here,” he chuckled, making Beatrice turn pale. “Someone is still bitter from last time’s incident,” he mocked his eyes now moving to me. “Bitter? I’m not bitter. I think since you like having things I have already had, you take Zara as well. Besides, you lack the balls to find yours,” it was my turn to mock him now. “I don’t lack the balls Liam. I can’t help it if the things you have want me so badly,” He winked as the others looked at us in confusion. “What is going on here?” Lucas asked. “Why are you guys speaking in parables?” “Lucas dear,” I placed a hand on his shoulder. “I am not in the position to tell you that but if Liam wants…..” “Don’t you dare, you asshole,” I said angrily and he just chuckled. “Well then Liam Hunter. It’s a bet. You have two weeks and then I’ll take it from there.” With that Levi picked up his bag and left. How is this asshole still part of my friend group?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