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"Sasha...Sasha, wake up!" It was as if Lena had drifted away. Lena sprinkled cold water onto Sasha's face, and she regained consciousness; still dumbstruck at how her clothes had become wet and were freezing to her body, as she gasped for air; her head was spinning as if the floor were rolling below her. "Oh Jesus," Sasha sat up slowly, with her eyes not completely opened, but she could still see Lena as a fading image through her eyes. “Wha...what happened?” Lena said, panic written all over her face and in her voice. “I'm fine,” Sasha said as she hugged her knees to her chest, trying to catch her breath."No, you're not! You fainted, Sasha. You scared the hell out of me!" "I said I'm fine," Sasha said flatly. Lena squatted next to her with her concerned attitude. "Should I call someone? The clinic? Campus security? Your Mom?" "No. Just ... leave it alone, alright?" Lena opened her mouth as if to argue this, but did not bring back whatever was about to spew out. She led Sasha b
Eliot continued to run.He didn’t have any destination in mind, only that he had to go. He ran past the quad, the field, the back of the old gym. The cold wind stung his face, and he didn’t give a damn. His lungs were on fire, his legs were weak and shaky from the shock, but none of that hurt as much as the truth that lies heavy in his chest.That stupid silver ring. The way he walked. “He mumbled to himself” The video didn’t lie. And it all clicked.Theo had been lying to him. Smiling in his face, acting like a friend, while stabbing him in the back the whole fucking time.But Eliot didn’t scream, he didn’t cry nor punch a wall or break down like he did when Jaxon left.He just… stopped.Breathing hard. Chest burning.Then something in him snapped.This time, he wasn’t gonna be the one falling apart. He wasn’t gonna give anyone the satisfaction. Not Theo, Sasha or anybody.So when Eliot finally walked back into the dorm, soaked in his sweat, he kept his face blank. Like nothing happe
Eliot didn’t sleep. Not really. After Sasha’s stunt at the pool and that email that wrecked his whole head, there was no going back. Jaxon’s face in that video wouldn’t stop playing in his mind. The way his voice cracked when he said he didn’t plan the kiss. That he fell. That it was real.And Sasha. Always watching. Always one step ahead.By morning, Eliot was awake, feeling like someone had drained him of all blood and replaced it with adrenaline. He needed something...anything... to make him stop thinking. It was there that he saw a flyer on the cafeteria bulletin board.“Hockey Open Tryouts, This Week Only. All Levels Welcome.”He stared at it for a second. He didn’t play hockey. Not really. But Jaxon did.And maybe that’s why he signed his name.Maybe that’s why he signed up, too. The locker room reeked of sweat and menthol. Eliot was heaped up in the corner, tying skates that weren’t the size of his foot. It was cooler in the rink than he had imagined; it was cold enough that it
Eliot had never felt hatred for silence like he currently did. The room was too empty. Too silent. It was too much like something had died. Maybe something did. Because Jaxon was gone. Just… gone. No note. No text. No “see you later.” Not even an emoji. Eliot's hoodie was drenched. It was a burden that made him feel like garbage, like his punishment. Raindrops were falling from His sleeves onto the carpet, he couldn't care less. He froze in the middle of the dorm room, in a pose as awkward as the expression on his face, staring at the unmade bed. The drawers had been cleared, the posters torn from the walls, and even the yellow mug Jaxon used to drink his morning coffee from was missing from the desk.All of it… gone.Eliot turned in a slow circle, like maybe it was a prank. Like maybe Jaxon would pop out laughing, saying, “Got you.” But there was nothing.Just the shadow of what was here, once.He collapsed onto the bare mattress, elbows on his knees, hands in his hair. His heart
Just as the sun broke through the heavy clouds, Eliot left Jaxon's dorm. He had his head down and his hoodie up. The campus was damp and quiet, but the rain had stopped. He hurried, praying no one would notice.A voice behind him yelled, "Wow." "It wasn't long before you recovered."Eliot stopped. He turned around slowly.Sasha stood there, arms crossed, dressed in her normal sharp perfection. She had perfect lipstick. However, her eyes were burning.Startled, Eliot said, "Sasha." "What are you doing here, exactly?"Cold and harsh, she chuckled. "That's what I should be asking you. Leaving Jaxon Reid's dorm in secret? Really?Eliot remained silent.She took a step forward. Is this the reason you have been ignoring me, then? Since you've developed feelings for him?Eliot angrily said, "Don't pretend that you care." "Remember how you cheated on me?"Sasha gave a slow, poisonous smile. "I don't want you to be happy with someone else just because I cheated on you."Eliot said quietly, "Yo
With his drink in hand and his eyes averted, Eliot sat at the rear of the bar.The volume of the music was high. People danced and laughed. But in the gym, Eliot could only hear the kiss's echo. Jaxon's mouth against his. The fire. The misunderstanding.He detested it.He detested the fact that he still felt it.A voice said, "Hey."When Eliot turned, he saw a man standing next to him. Tall, kind, and smiling well. "Are you here by yourself?"Eliot gave a nod. "Yes."The man slid onto the seat next to him and introduced himself as Mason.They conversed. Mason had a sense of humour. Assured. It's easy to be around.Eliot also wished to forget. Only for a short time.One drink became two. Then they were outdoors, sharing a kiss in the darkness behind the bar. He had Mason's hands on him. His breath was warm.However, Eliot's thoughts were solely focused on himself.Jaxon.He touched him in a certain way. The expression on his face. The kiss that caused Eliot's heart to accelerate and hi