LOGINNOW WE TALKEthan stared at the photo until the letters on the screen got blurred. His fingers had grown cold. The photo showed him and Blake standing on the football field the night before, the empty bleachers spreading behind them, the fading sun coloring the sky above. And there they were – too close, too obvious. The photo had been taken only seconds before they kissed.Ethan's thumb hovered above the message: *I told you to enjoy it while it lasts. Now we talk.*His heartbeat grew faster. Someone was there. Someone was watching them. Someone was near enough to overhear and take a photo without Ethan even noticing.He quickly switched off his phone and turned it on again. The message came from an unknown number without name and profile photo. His stomach churned.A knock sounded at the door to Ethan's room. "Ethan?"He nearly dropped the phone. Blake. Ethan pushed it under the pillow. "Yeah?"The door opened. Blake leaned against the door frame, his hair somewhat messy and his bac
THE EYES THAT FOLLOWEDThe figure vanished from view at the corner of the athletics building before Ethan and Blake even reached the parking lot. Ethan didn't see it – neither did Blake. They were both far too busy walking side by side, whispering to each other and saying nothing important at all.It seemed odd – almost too ordinary. After all the things that had occurred between them, Ethan had expected any time spent with Blake to be dangerous. Yet this night was simple. Blake wasn't acting like anyone else, and Ethan wasn't trying to figure out if he should put some distance between them. They just walked together."So," Blake said, filling the space between them with words, "what do you plan on doing tomorrow after school?"Ethan glanced at Blake. "I'll be studying."Blake groaned. "Sure.""Why?""You always study.""That's because some of us actually need to pass their classes.""I pass.""Hardly."Blake dramatically placed his hand against his chest. "Ouch."Ethan laughed, makin
THE SPACE BETWEEN US 2Tom's eyes met his face. "Oh, this is bad," he said.Ethan frowned. "What?" he asked."You like him," Tom said.Ethan almost choked on his water. "I–" he started.Tom raised his hands. "Relax. I'm not judging you," he said.Ethan stared at him, looking around the crowded grass. "Can you lower your voice?" he hissed."Sorry," Tom said.Ethan looked around them once again–apparently nobody noticed–and let out a breath. "I don't know what I'm doing," he confessed.Tom's teasing expression changed, and for once, he looked rather serious. "Neither does he," he said.Ethan looked across the field once again. Blake had stopped looking his way. "That's the problem," Ethan whispered.---After lunch, Ethan found a note tucked into his notebook. He stared at it for a few moments. It wasn't signed by anyone–just three words. *After school. Football field.*Ethan's heart raced as soon as he understood who had written it. He didn't need any confirmation. Ethan folded the pap
THE SPACE BETWEEN USBy Monday morning, Ethan had convinced himself almost entirely that the weekend had never happened. Almost.Ethan stared at the reflection in the mirror, adjusting his glasses for the third time as the sounds of Jake getting ready downstairs echoed through the house. The morning sunlight was streaming through the small window above the sink, turning the glass pale and highlighting every tired feature on Ethan's face. Ethan looked normal. That was important. Normal. His hair was messy but tidy, his school shirt was neatly tucked into his trousers, and his backpack was already slung over one shoulder.None of it indicated that he had spent most of Sunday thinking about Blake. None of it indicated that every time he closed his eyes, he remembered sitting beside Blake, watching as the evening passed away out the window. None of it indicated that the thought of Blake leaning closer made him feel sick in the pit of his stomach.Ethan sighed and grabbed his toothbrush. H
A PROBLEM FOR JAKEJake looked down at the duffel bag, then back at the two men staring at him, and lifted his arm to give the bag to him. The man took the bag, unzipped it, and looked inside for a few long seconds while nobody spoke. Then he looked back at Jake."Where's the rest?" he asked."I told you, that's everything," Jake said, his voice cracking slightly.The man's eyes narrowed. "You think we're stupid?""No," Jake said, quickly."Then where is it?""I don't know!" Jake shouted, his voice echoing in the empty warehouse.The second man reached into his jacket, and Jake felt his blood freeze. He took a step back instinctively. "Whoa," he said, holding both hands up.The man pulled out a handgun, and Jake's entire body froze. "Wait," he said, but the gun was already aimed at him.Jake threw the duffel bag and turned around to run as a gunshot rang through the warehouse.BANG!Jake felt something tear through the air beside his head and dived behind the pile of wooden crates, hi
THE RUN The engine of Jake's car rumbled as he drove around Brookwoods' darker side. The streets here were quite different from those in Brookwoods High. No bright street lamps, fewer luxurious houses with well-trimmed lawns, and more abandoned buildings with boarded-up windows. The storefronts were behind rusty shutters, and the years had long faded the signs. Several people waited by the corners in the orange light of street lamps, watching every passing car. Jake gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands; his teeth were clenched. He turned the radio off. He did not need any music and anything else to distract him–he only needed to complete the damn run and go home. He glanced at the small clock on the dashboard: it was 8:43 pm. Aaron had told him to arrive at the location before nine, and he had already driven for almost twenty minutes. He turned into another street and passed a closed laundromat and an old convenience store with two men standing outside it. One of th
KISS ME LIKE YOU HATE MECoach Daniels' sharp whistle rang out, echoing across the empty court. The sound of squeaking shoes and quickened breath filled the space as everyone huddled at a corner. “Alright, y’all pair up,” Coach Daniels shouted in a thick southern accent, as he grabbed a basketball
THE HOUSE DOWN THE STREETThe glass door slid shut behind Ethan as he stepped into Tom's lawn. Thin sprinklers scattered lazily across the grass sent arcs of water glistening in the late afternoon sunlight, and the air held a faint smell of wet grass and mud. Somewhere over one of the fences, a dog
LEFTOVERSThe class buzzed with almost instantly. The moment Dr. Keller said they should pick their partners, the sound of chairs scraping across the floor echoed across the room as students began turning toward “Calm down," Dr. Keller shouted over the noise, slamming his palm against the desk. “G
THE TASTE OF REGRETThe house carried the strong smell of beer–one that Ethan knew too well. It mixed with the faint scent of cigarette smoke clinging to the couch cushions and curtains, welcoming him as he opened the door. Coughing, he pushed through the ash cloud as he prayed his brother was alr







