Mag-log inUNWELCOME 2{Playlist: "Die for Me" ft Halsey, future, post malone}~KADE POV~Silence.Then, after a long moment: "Go away, Kade."Her voice was muffled through the door, but I heard the tiredness in it. The defeat."I can't do that." I pressed my palm against the door, wishing I could see her face. "You've been ignoring my texts. You won't talk to me. I'm worried about you.""Well, stop worrying. I'm fine.""You're not fine." I kept my voice low, aware that Chase could probably hear everything from the living room. "Talk to me. Please."Another long silence. Then the sound of movement inside the room. Footsteps approaching the door.When it opened, Chelsea stood in the doorway looking like she hadn't slept in days. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, her eyes red-rimmed and shadowed. She wore an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, and she hugged her arms around herself like she was trying to hold herself together.She looked at me, and something in her face made my stomach d
UNWELCOME{Playlist: "Worst behavior" by Kehlani and kwn}I knew I shouldn't be here.The thought ran through my head on repeat as I pulled up to Chelsea's apartment building, my car looking wildly out of place among the rusted sedans and broken-down trucks lining the street. This wasn't my neighborhood. This wasn't my world. The buildings here sagged under their own weight, paint peeling like old skin, chain-link fences separating small patches of dead grass that someone had long since stopped trying to save.But she hadn't answered my texts in two days. Two days of radio silence that felt intentional, calculated, wrong. Every instinct I had was screaming that something was off, that I needed to see her, that waiting for her to come to me wasn't an option anymore.So here I was, standing outside her apartment door like some lovesick idiot, hand raised to knock, feeling more nervous than I'd felt before any game in my life.I actually laughed at myself. Kade Kingston, nervous about a
OBLIVIOUS{Playlist: "Falling" by Trevor Daniel} ~KADE POV~The laces on my cleats were double-knotted, but I tugged at them again anyway. Anything to keep my hands busy while my mind wandered somewhere it shouldn't be during practice. Coach Marshall had lifted my suspension this morning with a lecture that could've peeled paint off walls, but I barely heard half of it. Something about responsibility and reputation and not making him regret giving me another chance.I'd gathered my things from Knox's guest room before the sun came up, desperate to escape another morning of my older brother's disappointed silence. Knox meant well, but his house felt like a museum dedicated to everything I was supposed to become and hadn't yet. The perfect wife. The perfect kids. The perfect corporate existence that made our father proud.I would rather live in my cramped single dorm room and eat ramen for a week than spend another night pretending I wanted that life.But even back in my own space,
EXPOSURE{Playlist Suggestion: "Skin" by Rihanna}~CHELSEA POV~The bus ride to my apartment felt longer than it should have. Zoe sat beside me, her leg bouncing with impatient energy, waiting for words I didn't know how to shape. Every time I opened my mouth, my throat closed up. Every time I thought I could speak, the memory of his hand on my shoulder came flooding back, and I had to focus on breathing instead."You're killing me here, Chels," Zoe finally said as we climbed off at our stop. "That guy in the club. You know him. You had a full-body panic attack because of him. So either you tell me what's going on, or I'm gonna start making up increasingly dramatic scenarios, and trust me, my imagination is dark."I pulled my jacket tighter around myself, even though the afternoon was mild. The neighborhood looked the same as always....cracked sidewalks, chain-link fences, a dog barking behind someone's gate. The normal bleakness of a place that had never given me anything but
THE MIRAGE TWO{PLAYLIST SUGGESTION: "RUN TO YOU" by Lea Michele }~CHELSEA POV~He shrugged, the gesture lazy and presumptuous. "I'm offering you an opportunity. One that pays significantly better than serving drinks. And frankly, given your connection to Venom, I'm taking a risk hiring you at all. Whoever you people crossed, they buried that club deep. Accepting ex-Venom staff could bring trouble to my door."The anger came hot and sudden, burning through the fear. I stood abruptly, chair scraping against the floor. "Thank you for your time, but we'll pass.""Chelsea," Zoe hissed."No." I looked at the manager, at his smug expression and expensive suit, and the casual way he'd just suggested we sell our dignity. "I'm desperate for money, Mr. Castellano. Desperate enough to work three jobs and sleep four hours a night. But I'm not desperate enough to strip for rich men who think women are decorations they can buy by the hour."For a moment, he just stared. Then he laughed, the sound
THE MIRAGE~Chelsea POV~{Playlist suggestions: "Let It Go" by James Bay}The morning started with rejection number four. I stood outside a coffee shop called Bean There, staring at the handwritten sign taped to the door: "Position Filled." The letters were crooked, like whoever wrote them had been in a hurry to crush someone's hopes before lunch rush started. My shoulders sagged under the weight of my backpack, stuffed with resumes that were beginning to feel more like confessions of failure than qualifications.Zoe appeared at my elbow, two paper cups of something that smelled like burnt dreams in her hands. She shoved one at me without ceremony. "Drink. You look like you're about to pass out."I took it because refusing would require energy I didn't have. The coffee was bitter, cheap, exactly what we could afford. "That's four places today.""It's barely noon." Zoe sipped her own coffee, somehow making even that look rebellious. Her purple-tinted hair caught the sunlight, a splash







