LOGINWHITNEY.The last person I want to spend another afternoon with is Carlos.Unfortunately, the school has other plans. Because of all the recent disciplinary problems, several of us are assigned to another mandatory volunteer project. This time, we are helping clean and organize the community ice rink before a weekend program for children. The moment I see Carlos standing across the parking lot with work gloves in his hands, I seriously think about turning around and going home. Then I remember skipping is not an option, so I force myself to stay.One of the teachers claps her hands together."Everyone, pair up. We have a lot of work to finish today."I silently pray not to hear his name."Whitney and Carlos, you'll organize the equipment room."Of course.I close my eyes for a second before picking up a box of hockey cones. Carlos says nothing as he grabs another box beside me. We walk toward the storage room without looking at each other. The silence between us feels heavier than eve
DEVIN.Every afternoon when I walk into the school library instead of going home, I tell myself that I am only checking one more file. Somehow, "one more file" always turns into hours of searching through old records that most students never even know exist. I keep hoping I will finally find something that proves Carlos is lying. Instead, every day seems to pull me farther away from that answer. The more I search, the less certain I become about anything.Mrs. Lewis smiles when she sees me again."Back already?"I smile awkwardly."I guess.""That must be one very important project.""It is."She laughs softly."Well, try not to stay until I have to lock the doors.""I won't."I head straight for the same computer I have been using all week. The old machine hums loudly as it starts, taking forever to load the school's archive website. While I wait, I pull out my notebook. It is already filled with dates, names, and little notes that barely make sense anymore.When the page finally op
CARLOS.I know something has changed the moment Whitney walks past me in the hallway.She still looks at me, but it is not the same look I have gotten for days now. The anger that used to burn in her eyes is still there, only now it is mixed with something else. Now, I see confusion, doubt, questions. She studies my face for a second longer than usual before continuing toward her classroom without saying a word. Somehow, that frightens me more than if she had screamed at me.For the rest of the morning, I cannot stop thinking about that look.Whitney has started questioning something.I do not know what she has discovered, but I know she has found a crack in the story she believes. That should make me feel relieved. For days, I have wanted her to stop seeing me as the only villain.Instead, my stomach twists tighter, because once Whitney starts asking questions, she will not stop.And the deeper she digs, the closer she gets to people who have much more to lose than I do.Practice beg
WHITNEY.I barely sleep.The laptop stays open beside my bed all night, its screen glowing in the darkness like it refuses to let me forget what I see. Every time I close my eyes, I picture the same old charity event photograph. Jayden is standing in the background. Carlos is only a few feet away, helping a little boy with his skates. They are not talking, but they are clearly in the same place. I keep telling myself that it means nothing, yet I cannot stop looking at it.I reach for the laptop again."There has to be another explanation."I zoom in until the picture becomes blurry. The faces lose their sharp edges, but I can still recognize them. I tilt the screen, blink several times, and even rub my tired eyes. Part of me hopes the image will suddenly change into someone else.It never does."Hundreds of students were there," I whisper to myself.That has to be it.Schools hold charity events all the time. Students walk past each other without ever speaking. Just because Jayden and
WHITNEY.Throughout the drive to the hospital, I keep telling myself I am only visiting Jayden because I miss him, even though I know it is not completely true. Ever since the party, the conversation I overhear keeps replaying inside my head. I hear those hockey players laughing as they talk about Jayden and Carlos like they once knew each other. I keep trying to convince myself they are lying, but the memory refuses to leave me alone. I need Jayden to tell me they are wrong so I can finally stop thinking about it.When I walk into his room, he smiles the moment he sees me."Hey.""Hey."He studies my face for a bit. "You don’t look good. Are you alright?”“Yeah,” I say, trying to force a smile. "I've just been tired."He pats the chair beside his bed."Come sit."I do, forcing myself to smile back. The doctors have already removed most of the equipment around him, and he looks stronger every time I visit. Anyone walking into the room would probably think everything is getting better
WHITNEYI tell myself I am only going to the party to find answers.That is the excuse I repeat while standing outside a large house already shaking with loud music. Cars line both sides of the street, and students crowd the front yard with drinks in their hands. Laughter spills through the open windows, mixing with the heavy beat of the music. I do not belong here. Almost everyone inside either plays hockey or is friends with someone who does. But if Carlos is really hiding something, someone here is bound to know it.Devin walks beside me with his hands in his jacket pockets."You sure about this?""I have to be.""We can still leave."I shake my head."No."He studies my face for a second."Then don't do anything reckless.""I won't."The moment we step inside, warm air mixed with the smell of pizza and soda hits my face. Students are talking so loudly that nobody notices two more people walking through the door. Some are dancing in the living room while others are crowded around t
"You have until the count of five to decide," he adds, and I still stubbornly hesitate.I was hoping I'd finally come up with a wise choice during his little counting spree, but the bastard completely catches me off guard.Sighing in resignation, he declares, "Five."Motherfucker didn't even count.
What happened twelve years ago broke my family apart.Dad came clean to Mom about his infidelity during the time I was abducted. He owned up to his mistakes and took accountability for what Kiara did.Mom was deeply heartbroken by Dad's betrayal, but she put aside her hurt feelings, and they worked
Shivers travel down my spine at the mention of Davis Sullivan.I stiffen, slowly getting dragged back into the past. Everything that happened to me as a child. The trauma. The cause...Everything about twelve years ago."Dear girl, you want to know why you're here?" She sneers in my face, and I qui
“Did you hear?” Ava asks, capturing my attention.I lift my gaze from my bag to see her applying lip gloss by the vanity mirror. Her blonde hair is styled in a messy bun, and she’s clad in black-and-white corporate wear, giving off classy female CEO vibes, even though I know she’s only dressing lik







