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Humbling Owen-Kyle Chapter 9
When I finish eating, I wait a little for my food to settle before making my way home. Outside, I glance down and notice a stain on my top, and I realize that despite how careful I was, I still managed to spill something on myself.When I get home, though, something feels off. Both of my parents’ cars are parked outside. That’s strange, they’re rarely back this early.I walk toward the entrance, and suddenly everything makes sense. They cut their holiday short because they were fighting again. Not that they even went to the same place in the first place.“You’re so dumb, oh my God, I wish I could leave your sorry ass,” my mom shouts from the living room.“What’s stopping you then?” my dad yells back. “Who’s holding you captive? Fucking leave if you want to.”“So you can run to court and take my money? I’ll be damned.”“Who wants your money? I’ve got mine. And I thought you were staying for your daughter,” my dad says, just as I step into the living room.The timing is almost funny.I
Humbling Owen-Kyle Chapter 8
My altercation with Owen yesterday scared me, shook me, even, but it also gave me the courage to keep going with my plan. It was working. If he hadn’t reacted at all, that would’ve felt like a complete failure.I’m in my room now. I only went downstairs once, around ten this morning, just long enough to grab breakfast, a bowl of cereal, and cold milk, same as always. It’s two in the afternoon, and I’m still here, lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to come up with my next move. So far, I’ve got nothing.I don’t want a repeat of the hallway encounter. That felt too subtle, too easy to dismiss. This time, I need it to be obvious. I need other people to notice. I need him to react differently, not just watch and decide to drop it like it doesn't matter. The only idea I’ve managed to circle back to is starting an argument with him in the hallway, over anything. But that could go wrong so fast. What if he retaliates immediately? What if he turns it on me before I even get my p
Humbling Owen-Kyle Chapter 7
By Wednesday, I start to wonder if I imagined everything.The bump. The looks. The way my chest nearly collapsed in on itself when his shoulder brushed mine, and I didn’t dare turn around.Because nothing happens.No whispers follow me down the halls. No sudden laughter when I pass. No notes shoved into my locker. No confrontation. No retaliation. Owen Kyle doesn’t say a word to me.But he looks at me.And somehow, that’s worse.The first time it happens again, I’m at my locker, fumbling with the stubborn dial, already late for class. My damn water bottle falls, and I bend to puck it up, but when I stand up, I notice him passing by, and he gives me that same look that holds no emotions.His eyes are on me, not curious, not angry, not amused, just… there.I drop my gaze instantly, my fingers slipping on the lock. When I risk another look, he’s still watching me even as he goes. Not openly enough that anyone else notices, but deliberately enough that I do. Like he wants me to know.By
Humbling Owen-Kyle Chapter 6
PresentI almost don’t go to school.The thought settles in my chest the moment I open my eyes, heavy and unmoving. My body knows before my mind fully catches up. Yesterday didn’t end when I got home.Yesterday is still here.I roll onto my side and grab my phone. The screen lights up immediately.Star: Are you okay??? Mila: Please tell me you didn’t get murdered. Pri: Chloe. Say something. I’m actually scared.I stare at the messages, thumb hovering. I don’t know what to say because I don’t know anything. Not what Owen is thinking. Not what he’s planning. Not whether yesterday was the bravest thing I’ve ever done or the dumbest.So I don’t reply.I toss my phone onto the bed and sit up, dragging a hand down my face. Skipping school feels tempting. Easy. My parents wouldn’t notice. They barely notice when I come home late or lock myself in my room for hours. If I disappear for a day, it won’t register.But skipping won’t undo anything. And if Owen Kyle wants to find me, hiding will
Humbling Owen-Kyle Chapter 5
Two Academic Years AgoIt had been exactly nine days since my family and I moved to North Carolina when I stepped onto the grounds of Briarwood High, my new school. It was already midterm, and I expected the usual morning chaos: voices overlapping, lockers slamming, people rushing everywhere. Instead, I was met with something close to emptiness.The parking lot was half-empty. The courtyard, which I’d imagined would be loud, crowded, and overwhelming, felt strangely hollow. A few students drifted past in small clusters, but there was no urgency, no buzz, no frantic energy that usually defined the start of a school day. It felt like I’d arrived late to something important and no one had bothered to tell me.I adjusted the strap of my backpack on my shoulder and stood just inside the gates, unsure of where to go next. The building loomed ahead of me, red brick, wide windows, banners hanging from the railings announcing school pride and past victories I knew nothing about. Briarwood High
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The bus jerks to a stop in front of Briarwood High, and the familiar wave of too-loud laughter, too-strong perfume, and way too many people crashes into me the second the doors hiss open. I sling my backpack over one shoulder and step out, scanning the courtyard out of habit.My girls are never here at this hour. Ever. They treat “coming early” like a contagious disease, and honestly, I get it. I’m only early because I take the bus. So when I see them clustered by the entrance, bright, chaotic, and surprisingly awake for 7:30 a.m., I almost laugh.Star spots me first. She nudges Milla and points, and suddenly all three of them are lighting up like they just found a stray kitten.“Oh my God,” Pri says as soon as I get close, “she actually came.”“I school here,” I deadpan. “Where else would I go?”Milla ignores that completely. “No, like… You actually showed up ready to start World War III.”“Good morning to you too,” I say, tightening my hoodie around me.They’re all jittery. Not scar
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