The living room smelled like greasy pizza and over-sprayed perfume. Matteo’s music thumped through the Bluetooth speaker, some bass-heavy trap beat that didn’t match the mood in the room at all.
They were all there. Matteo. Lucas. Levi. Mason. Beatrice and her two shadows—as usual—lounging on the leather couch like they owned the damn place. Everyone was talking over each other, laughing, buzzing from the fight like it was a scene out of a movie. But me? I just sat there with a frozen bag of peas against my cheek and a stomach full of guilt. “You should’ve decked him,” Levi said, tossing a slice of pizza onto his plate. “I don’t care if he’s her stepbrother, man. He went all animal on you.” “He would’ve wrecked his pretty-boy face,” Skye said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “And then Zara wouldn’t be holding his hand all lovingly after.” That earned a round of mocking oohsI leaned against my locker waiting for Kaylee to walk out of that classroom.I don't know what keeping her because school ended five minutes ago.I left immediately the bell rang because I had to put some stuff in my locker and she told she me she would join me immediately. Suddenly, I ran out of patience and just when I was about to enter the class, Kaylee zoomed pass me almost pushing me. ''Kaylee ! " I yelled running after her. She ignores me and quicken her pace. I run after her and soon caught up with her."Thanks for making me burn calories," I rolled my eyes, when I caught up with her but she ignored me and kept going. '' I've been waiting ...." I trailed off when I saw the tears in her eyes. '' What is wrong with you?" I asked with a frown. ''Nothing....'' Kaylee sniffed, wiping her face. ''Are you telling me or you want me to go in there and find out?" I threatened and saw her shake her head. "It's .... it's Beatrice," Kaylee sniffed and that was all I needed to hear. I
I pull up in the compound and find dad's car parked at its spot. "That's weird," I frown, entering the house. The house is very quiet and my live in nanny Tania is nowhere to be seen. Double weird, she normally greets me immediately I walk in and give me a hug. I walk into her room and it's empty. Before I could react, I hear a loud thud coming from Dad's study. I run to check it out immediately. The door is slightly open and I peek in to see mom sitting on the floor. Dad had a deep frown and he looked frustrated. Were they arguing? Triple weird. First dad came home early, Tania is nowhere around and my parents are arguing? What is going on?"I saw you with my own two eyes Joseph. There's no need to deny it," mom sobbed, getting up. What did she see? What was dad denying?"I know it has been going on for a while now but I chose to stay silent for my daughter's sake..."For my sake?"Not any more, I won't stay with a cheating husband," mom yelled angrily. Dad is cheating on mom?
I drove into the compound to see a moving truck with two men busily packing stuff inside. With a slight frown, I parked my trophy next to dad's car and walked in. "Mom!" I called, even though I really didn't want to speak to her. "Mom?!" I called again, taking the stairs but received no answer. I took the left turn and was heading towards my parents's bedroom when I collided into something…..someone. "You?!" We both chorused, staring at each other. Me in annoyance but the other person….in shock. "What are you doing here?" He asked with a smile. "Uhhhh….. I should be the one asking you dummy," I replied coldly, rolling my eyes. "Are you looking for someone…or something?"he raised a brow. "Wha….." "Hey mom," he cut me off, waving someone behind me. I stood there frozen for a second before I heard a familiar voice. "Nick…" Tania's responded and this time I couldn't stop myself from turning. My eyes were bulging out of their sockets when I saw Tania and the guy from the gym earli
'' 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 surround
I know everyone was shocked because as they say, no one has ever stood up against Liam before and I'm glad to be the first person to do that. I mean who does he think he is? Just because he's rich and handsome doesn't mean he should be an asshole. "Zara!" a voice snapped me out of thoughts. I looked around till my eyes landed on the principal who was standing at the door. "To my office," she said and walked out without a backward glance. I sighed and got up from my seat, ignoring all the whispering that was going on. It was obvious to why I was being called at the principal's office but I didn't even care. "Zara....." "I'll be fine," I cut Kaylee off, reassuring her with a slight smile. I called out and went straight to the principal's office to see Liam and Beatrice already there. Liam was wearing a new T-shirt now and he was looking at hot as hell. The white shirt hugged every bit of his upper muscles perfectly and I fought the urge to touch him. " Done starin
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
LIAM I drive out of the school after basketball practice with Beatrice sitting in the front seat. She must have noticed my spoilt mood so she didn’t say anything throughout the ride. “I’ll see you in school tomorrow,” I said, without sparing her a glance as I pulled up in front of her house. “My parents are in, I think you should come say hi,” she offered but I quickly declined. “Not today.” She nodded and got down from the car. I immediately drove off, ignoring her as she wave me. I drive straight home and thankfully, no one was around when I arrived. “Good evening sir,” one of the maids greeted me as I walked in. I handed over my bag and jacket to her and walked straight to my room. I needed a fresh shower so I went straight to the bathroom, my mind swirling with frustration. I turned the shower on, letting the cold water cascade down my body, but it did little to distract me from the thoughts of Zara. She had a knack for getting in my way and it infu
ZARA: Nick was standing in front of the school when we arrived. I rolled my eyes in annoyance when I saw Kaylee run to him. “Hi Nick,” Kaylee greeted him cheerfully but I just rolled my eyes again and scoffed before walking past them. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,” I heard Nick tease me but I just ignored him and kept walking. I stopped by my locker and packed a few books before slamming it shut. “Won’t you take anything from your locker?” I turned to ask Kaylee but she and Nick were busy giggling over something. “What now?” I asked exasperated. “You won’t understand sis,” Nick said with a smile. “Sis? Don’t you ever call me that Nick. I am not your sister,” I said angrily, remembering dad’s betrayal all over again. Fresh tears pooled up in my eyes but I took in a deep breath and blinked them back away. “I’ll see you in class,” I told Kaylee before walking away. The bell soon rang and students flooded into the classroom in large
The living room smelled like greasy pizza and over-sprayed perfume. Matteo’s music thumped through the Bluetooth speaker, some bass-heavy trap beat that didn’t match the mood in the room at all. They were all there. Matteo. Lucas. Levi. Mason. Beatrice and her two shadows—as usual—lounging on the leather couch like they owned the damn place. Everyone was talking over each other, laughing, buzzing from the fight like it was a scene out of a movie. But me? I just sat there with a frozen bag of peas against my cheek and a stomach full of guilt. “You should’ve decked him,” Levi said, tossing a slice of pizza onto his plate. “I don’t care if he’s her stepbrother, man. He went all animal on you.” “He would’ve wrecked his pretty-boy face,” Skye said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “And then Zara wouldn’t be holding his hand all lovingly after.” That earned a round of mocking oohs
The hallway buzzed with tension before I even knew why. Whispers flew past me like bees in a swarm, urgent and unrelenting. “There’s a fight—” “Nick’s losing it again.” “He went after Liam Hunter this time.” “No way, not Zara’s Liam!” My stomach dropped. I took off running. By the time I got to the quad, the circle of students had already closed in around the chaos like a twisted audience. Phones were up. Cheers and gasps erupted as if this were entertainment. I didn’t wait. I shoved through them, elbow-first. And then I saw it. Nick—my stepbrother—was on top of Liam Hunter, his fist flying. Blood dripped from Liam’s lip. His shirt was stretched at the collar, his cheek already purpling from the blows. Liam wasn’t fighting back. “Nick!” I screamed, panic clawing at my chest. “Get off of him!” He didn’t even flinch. His r
I didn’t sleep that night. Not because I was upset, or restless, or haunted by Kaylee’s words. No—this time, it was something else. I was wide awake because I couldn’t stop smiling. Because every time I closed my eyes, I felt it again. Liam’s lips. The heat of his palm against my cheek. The way he looked at me right before—like I was the only girl in the world. I must’ve replayed the kiss a hundred times in my head, each time trying to dissect every little detail. The way he hesitated, just slightly, like he was waiting for permission. The way his breath caught when our lips met. The way I melted into him like I’d been waiting for it all my life. And maybe… maybe I had. I rolled over in bed, biting my lip as I stared at the ceiling. Was that what a real kiss was supposed to feel like? Because it felt like time paused. Like my heart folded itself into his hands and trusted him not to drop it. It scared me, how quickly I wanted more. By morning, I was still in the same hood
There are moments in life when the world slows down—not because something beautiful is happening, but because you can feel everything about to fall apart. This was one of those moments. Kaylee stood in the doorway of my bedroom, her face pale, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She looked like she’d seen a ghost—or worse, become one. I was curled up on my bed, Liam’s hoodie swallowing me whole, a book in my lap I hadn’t turned a page of in twenty minutes. His scent lingered on the fabric—something minty and warm—and it had lulled me into a soft place, a dangerous place. The kind where you believe people can actually love you without hidden motives. Kaylee’s voice cut through that illusion like glass. “Zara… we need to talk.” I didn’t look up immediately. “If this is about you leaving your dishes in the sink again—” “It’s not.” She took a step forward, her voice trembling. “It’s about Liam.” That got my attention. I looked up slowly, blinking at her. “What about him?”
Dating Liam Hunter was like touching fire—beautiful, warm, and terrifying all at once. I never thought I’d find myself here. Not with him. Not with the boy who once mocked me in the hallways, who I spent an entire semester resenting with my whole chest. And yet, here I was—three days into being his girlfriend—and somehow, the world felt different. Lighter. Like someone had dimmed all the background noise just enough for me to hear my own heartbeat again. Liam didn’t act like he was faking it. That was the part that scared me most. He walked me to my locker every morning now. Waited outside my classes even when he didn’t have to. Texted me good morning before the sun even rose, and followed up with random “thinking of you” messages throughout the day that made my chest feel tight. He was present in a way I didn’t know guys like him could be. And it wasn’t just performative romance, either. It was the little things. Like the way he noticed when I didn’t eat lunch and showed up l
LIAM I shouldn’t have hit record. I don’t even remember doing it. Just a stupid impulse—something Beatrice suggested in passing, some twisted insurance that the plan was working. “Keep a little trophy,” she’d said, half-laughing. “So we can play it back when she realizes she was just a pawn.” At the time, I didn’t think twice. I didn’t think much at all. I just tapped record on my phone and slid it into my jacket pocket that night under the stars. And now I was back in my basement, sitting on one of the worn-out couches, surrounded by the people I used to think were the only ones who mattered. My guys—Matteo,Lucas, Levi and Mason —were sprawled across bean bags and armchairs, all wearing the same smug expressions. Beatrice was perched on the arm of the couch beside me, manicured hand lazily wrapped around a wine cooler she hadn’t asked permission to open. Her two shadows—Lena and Skye—were whispering and snickering like we were in middle school again. I hated the sound of it.
I told myself a thousand times I wasn’t going to get in the car. I’d even picked out a book to “casually” read in bed, just in case anyone asked. But when Liam’s headlights appeared outside my window right on the dot at 7:30, my stomach twisted, and my legs moved before my brain could stop them. The air was sharp, cool against my skin as I stepped outside. Liam stood leaning against his car, arms crossed, eyes already on me like he’d been waiting for hours. “Wow,” he said, grinning. “I thought I’d have to text your dad to come drag you out.” “You don’t have my dad’s number,” I muttered, trying not to smile. “You don’t know that.” I rolled my eyes, but my pulse was already racing. We drove in silence at first. Not the awkward kind—something more… expectant. The windows were slightly down, letting in just enough of the breeze to carry the scent of pine and autumn. His playlist hummed in the background—low-fi, soft, and nothing like what I imagined Liam Knight would listen to. He
Home didn’t feel like home anymore. The walls were the same—light gray with the little scuff marks near the baseboards from when I used to drag my desk chair around. My books were still stacked in the corner, alphabetized, untouched. Even my favorite hoodie was still hanging from the bedpost, exactly where I’d left it the day I walked out. But everything felt different now. Off. Maybe it was because this wasn’t just my home anymore. It was Nick’s too. After Mom left Dad and I became this two-person universe. And the woman I called her a second mother, well she did actually try to get me to open up, in other words, she tried to replace my mother but I hate her guts. Then I couldn’t take it anymore and moved to Kaylee’s. I just wished they would leave me alone but two weeks later, dad and Nick showed up with the police. They said a bunch of things like how I wasn’t eighteen and didn’t have the right to decide for myself and blah, blah, blah. So here I was. Back in a house I
I should’ve said no.When Liam asked if I wanted to get ice cream, my mouth said “sure” before my brain could catch up. Probably because it felt easier than going back to the cafeteria, where Nick’s arm would still be wrapped around Kaylee like a damn possession, and where I’d have to keep pretending I was fine.So now we were here.At Sweet Daze, the annoyingly aesthetic ice cream shop two blocks from school, with hanging plants, neon signs, and a chalkboard menu that listed flavors like “lavender honey” and “blueberry basil.”Liam was already at the counter, confidently ordering a double scoop of espresso fudge in a waffle cone like he came here every weekend. I lingered behind, arms crossed, trying not to look like this was the first time I’d ever hung out with him voluntarily.“Your turn, hurricane,” he said, stepping aside and looking at me like he expected me to be difficult.“Don’t call me that,” I muttered, scanning the board.“Come on, it suits you.”“Fine. Then I’m calling y