LOGINDRE’S POVA soft glow cast over Luke’s sleeping face. He looks so peaceful, his lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling steadily under my cheek. My mind keeps replaying what he confessed in the tub several nights ago. His wild secret fantasy.*Holding him down. Being mean. Taking what I want.*A thrill runs through me. I’ve never done anything like that before, but the idea of reducing Luke to nothing but desperate moans underneath me? It’s making me wet already.I shift carefully, straddling his waist. He stirs, eyes fluttering open, hazy with sleep. “Dre…?”“Shh.” I press a finger to his lips, then lean down, my hair falling around us like a curtain. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”His eyes widen, pupils blowing dark with instant arousal. I feel him twitch beneath me through the thin fabric of his boxers. Good.I grab his wrists and pin them above his head, using my weight to hold him there. He’s stronger than me, but he doesn’t fight it. He ‘lets’ me, a mischievous grin t
DRE’S P.O.VThe celebration party for the Westfield Eagles is absolute chaos, and I love every second of it. Music thumps through the house, bodies grind on the makeshift dance floor, and red solo cups are everywhere. Luke is the hero of the night. He’s been carried on the shoulders of his teammates, toasted endlessly. His championship-winning shot replays on someone’s phone every ten minutes and the same excited reaction erupts like it's the first time witnessing it. “Here’s to Ford,” someone bellows, throwing another cup above his head. “Fuck, I don’t think I can drink anymore,” Luke whispers, smiling against the rim of his cup. “I’m sure you can drink just a little," I nudge him. "You earned it,” I giggle.He rolls his eyes, playful but puts the cup away regardless. “I’m driving.”Ian comes around and to my surprise he's with, Silver. He pulls Luke in for a hug. “You deserve this,” he mutters, holding Luke firmly on his shoulders. Silver smiles softly, pulling me for a hug to
LUKE’S P.O.VWestfield Eagles 52 – Reddians High 58. We’re playing against the undefeated teams in the whole region, and we’re losing.It’s the final quarter, six minutes left in the game that will decide the regional champions. The most anticipated game in the entire season. As Coach would say, it's “the game that means everything.”The court is electric, the roar of the crowd vibrating through the floorboards and into my bones. Reddians' supporters fill the away team's bleachers, and Westfield, the home team, is equally packed. College scouts line the sidelines, clipboards in hand, eyes sharp. I wipe sweat from my brow, jersey clinging to my back, feeling heavier than usual. Vincent, captain and my assist for one last time, claps me on the shoulder as we huddle up.“You good, man?” He asked, voice low but steady. “We’ve got this. Just like we practised.”I nod, jaw tight. “I won’t fail you again. I promised.”The drama about the sender had spread like wildfire the moment I return
LUKE’S P.O.VThe truth is out. The nightmare is finally ending. I lay on my back in Dre’s bed, the room dark except for the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Dre’s curled on top of me, her head resting on my chest, legs tangled with mine. My arms wrap securely around her waist, hands splay on her back. Her curls spill across my shoulder and neck, and every time I breathe in, I catch that intoxicating sweet vanilla scent that is so uniquely her. It grounds me. For the first time in months, the ugly burden is gone, and I can finally breathe again. It’s crazy how something that’s been haunting me for months could be unravelled in barely a couple of hours. I have Dre and her intuition to thank for it.No more texts from an unknown number. No more paranoia every time I left her house. No more lying awake wondering if today would be the day her life got destroyed because of me. And now, here we are.I stroke my thumb gently along her spine, careful not to wake her. But she does anyway.“Ar
DRE’S P.O.VThe police station is much colder than I expect. I stay in the car, hands gripping the edge of the seat until my knuckles turn white. Luke had insisted I didn’t have to go inside. He understands. The thought of seeing Ruth after her confession makes my stomach twist. I can’t face the girl who had tried to destroy me while pretending to be my friend.Through the window, I watch Luke walk in with Ian beside him. Ian had shown up the second Luke called, still angry but loyal as ever. They disappear through the glass doors, and I’m left alone with my thoughts.It had all happened so fast after Luke left Ruth’s house. He didn’t waste a single second. While she confessed, she was completely oblivious to the fact he was recording. Ruth had cracked, screaming about how I was a “life-sucking piece of shit” who didn’t deserve him, how she had done everything to get him back. How she never meant for him to take the fall, but I deserved what happened to me.The recording is brutal. Bu
LUKE’S P.O.VRuth’s hand pauses on my back for a millisecond—too quick for it to go unnoticed. But I feel her hesitation.“I saw Dre this afternoon, wanted to give her her phone, “ I explain even though I don’t see the need to.Ruth nods, chewing her lips lightly. “I know, Dre and I are in a bad space right now, but how was she? How’s she taking all of this?”I stay mute, purposely dragging out the silence longer than I need to. I want to see what my silence does to her.I lift my head. My eyes start to water. “Dre....Dre’s not taking it well. She hates me, Ruth. She really hates me.”Ruth’s blue eyes widen with surprise as I keep going.“She hardly believes me; she said she doesn’t know what to believe anymore. It happened with Nathaniel, TJ, and now me...me. she says the story keeps repeating itself. The guys she falls in love with keep violating her. And when I told her the truth, and told her why I took the fall...she called me dumb. She called me stupid for taking the fall and ru
DRE'S P.O.VNate's lips finally leave mine, and I'm blushing so hard."You know it doesn't have to end here, we can go in, finish what we started," he says with a wink.I unbuckle my seat belt. Nate has taken me home, and, as always, he tries to convince me to let him stay over. Like I do all the t
LUKE'S P.O.V Footsteps follow behind me. "Luke," she calls. I'm angry, but never at Dre. I turn. My face softens instantly, just at the sight of her. "Are you okay?" she asks me. I don't answer. Dre sighs. "We've talked about this. I'd really like you both to get along. Nate is my boyfriend,
BOYFRIEND DRE'S P.O.V (PRESENT DAY) I'm going to kill those girls. No one is going to stop me— not even my boyfriend. I tap my desk angrily, my eyes never leave the clock. Class isn't over till fifteen minutes. The English teacher is up front. Her class drags on for so long. She had gi
PROLOGUE (THREE YEARS AGO) LUKE'S P.O.V The sexiest girl in the entire school agreed to go on a date with me...Me, Lucas Ford! I couldn't contain the excitement I felt. My phone trembled in my hands as I re-read the text she had just sent me. *See you then* Nia fucking Saint, the sexie







