SavannahAfter Julian left, I just sat there, quiet, pretending to look busy even though I hadn’t processed a single thing I’d written in the last hour. His words replayed in my head like an annoying song I couldn’t turn off. “You act like you don’t need anyone, Savannah, but maybe that’s the biggest lie you tell yourself.”I hated that he said it so calmly. Like it was a fact, not an opinion. And I hated that it got under my skin and so I shut my laptop, pushed my chair back, and packed up. The library felt colder somehow, emptier. But maybe it was just me. On the walk back to my dorm, I tried convincing myself that he was wrong. That I didn’t need anyone. That I’d always handled things on my own, and I was doing just fine. But deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t completely wrong.By the time I got back to my dorm room, I threw my phone on the bed and sank beside it. My head was spinning between classes, board expectations, and now this whole stu
SavannahJulian and I were supposed to stick to the project. That was the deal. Just finish the presentation, hand it in, and pretend the whole “party incident” never happened. But somehow, things never went the way I planned when it came to him.He was sitting across from me in the library this time, his sleeves rolled up, his fingers tapping a pen against the table while I tried to focus on the document on my laptop. The silence between us wasn’t so uncomfortable, but it wasn’t that easy either. In a way, it kind of felt like a tightrope.The space between us grew quieter by the minute, and then out of nowhere, he asked, “So why’d you move schools?”I was caught off guard, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly.“What?”He leaned back slightly and repeated. “You heard me. You don’t really seem like someone who’d just transfer for fun. What happened?”I hesitated again, shifting my eyes to my screen. “That’s none of your business.”Julian tilted his head like he wasn’
SavannahHave you ever had so much going on in your head that it feels like your thoughts are louder than everything around you? That was me all week. Between the chaos at the construction site and the board breathing down my neck, I could barely focus on anything else.Apparently, a group of goons had shown up at the project site and stopped all work, claiming ownership issues. It was the kind of corporate mess my dad used to handle with a team of lawyers, manpower, and PR strategists, but this was my project now. My responsibility. And the problem was, I had no idea what to do about it.I kept trying to think of a solution, some way to get things moving again, but every time I came close, it just felt like I was circling the same wall over and over.At school, I’d sit in lectures and stare blankly at the board while the professor talked about management models or market competition. None of it stuck. My mind was always elsewhere. back at that construction site, picturing the halted
SavannahI don’t know what it is about school gossip, but it spreads faster than wildfire and burns twice as long. After the whole Julian incident, I decided I wasn’t going to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me rattled, even though deep down inside, some of the things they said moved me. But I did what I do best and chose to focus on the things I needed to do.The boardroom test was coming up in a few days, and this was the one thing I couldn’t afford to mess up. It wasn’t just some mock trial or classroom project; this was real. The construction division of my father’s company was falling apart after a series of delays and cost overruns, and the board wanted me to come up with a turnaround plan. This was my first real test, and I couldn’t afford to mess it up.So, I pulled back from everything. No more parties, no more chatter, no more reacting to whispers. Every free period I had, I was in the library with my laptop and about six cups of coffee, working on numbers, blueprints
Savannah By the time I got to school the next morning, everyone already had something to say. It was just one of those things you could feel in the air before you even walked in, the kind of quiet that isn’t really quiet. I didn’t need anyone to tell me what it was about. The fight at Harper’s party had made it online, and of course, everyone was eating it up.I’d seen the clip before coming in. Someone had recorded the moment Julian dropped that guy with one move, and it looked worse than it actually was. No one cared about what led to it; they only saw me standing there, shocked, while he pulled me away. Just perfect. Exactly the kind of attention I needed. The new girl and the golden boy.I kept my head down, pretending I didn’t notice the stares and whispers. During my first class, I could hear a couple of people whispering behind me. One of them said something like, “She must really have him wrapped around her finger, isn’t that crazy? She’s been here, what? Two weeks and alread
SavannahAfter the Harper scene died down, I told myself I deserved a drink. Nothing too strong, just something enough to ease the leftover tension buzzing in my chest. So, I made my way to the drink table, poured something that looked vaguely safe into a glass, and took a slow sip. It was stronger than I expected, the kind that burned a little but made the world soften around the edges.I stood there for a while, but then slowly my senses filled, and before I knew it, I was laughing with a few random classmates who’d decided I was finally someone they could talk to. The music was softer now, and for the first time that night, I felt almost normal. Not “the new girl,” not “Ethan Ford’s daughter”, just Savannah. That was when I began to feel like this whole fitting-in thing wasn’t impossible after all. That illusion lasted maybe ten minutes, because in the next, two guys I’d seen around, one tall and sandy-haired, the other shorter with a smug grin, wandered over with drinks in hand.