MasukJulian’s POV; Monday came too early but this time, it didn’t feel like a punishment.I woke up unusually… fine. No headaches or even pain and bruising from practice.I had even stopped replaying the drunken kiss and the confused look in Asher’s eyes.I was done with that. Like for real though.Over it, like it never happened.Or at least that’s what I told myself as I stepped into my jeans, tugged a hoodie over my head, and checked myself in the mirror twice.“New week, no chaos,” I muttered.I had only two classes today and no practice. Damn, this Monday is actually looking kind of sus.A little too stress free.My classes went smoothly and I didn’t think about Asher once. Not even when someone walked by wearing the same cologne as him.Okay….. I thought about him a little. But not enough to derail me.By the time I stepped out of my last class, it was noon and I was starving. I’d skipped breakfast just because.I was booking an Uber when I saw Gabrielle leaning against the hallw
Julian’s POV;The first thing I heard was the sound of slow, uneven breathing beside me.For a split second I was half awake and confused, I forgot who it belonged to. Then the memories from last night hit me.Beside me,his arm was thrown over his face, mouth slightly open, hair a messy halo against my pillow. The sunlight spilled through my curtains and made the whole scene feel too intimate.My heart gave this stupid, unhelpful ache.Last night replayed like a glitching reel, his flushed grin, his wrist wrapped around me and pulling me down, the words he’d slurred before kissing me. You’re so pretty.I swallowed hard, every nerve in me felt like it was buzzing.And immediately after kissing me, he was gone. Not gone as in gone, but gone as in out. As in completely unconscious.I sat up slowly, my shirt twisted, his jacket still on the chair. For a moment I just stared at it, his jacket that had somehow started everything.When I finally stood, I did it quietly, like sneaking out
Julian's POV:By the time Gabrielle and I got back to my apartment after the game, she was already rummaging through her tote bag like a raccoon in a dumpster while mentioning how firm my ass looks in my jeans.“Ugh…. I think I left my boob tape,” she muttered, tossing out her camera, a notebook, lip gloss, and something that looked suspiciously like a half-eaten granola bar.“You realize you live ten minutes away, right?” I said, leaning against the counter. “You could just walk back to your dorm and grab it.”She looked up, scandalized. “Now, why would I do that…. Besides, I have to start my makeup….. we don’t have time to go back.” She pulled out a burgundy halter neck top like she’d found treasure. “Okok, I can figure out a way to make this work. Can you get me some water?.”“Right,” I sighed. “Just hurry up.”“Shut up.” She shimmied toward the bathroom, waving a finger. “You’re changing too.”I flung a bottle of water towards her which she surprisingly caught. “Uh, no? I’m fine.
Julian’s POV;When Asher dropped me off that night, I could’ve screamed.Actually scratch that, I did scream.A muted one though… straight into my palm.The second his Jeep disappeared down the street, I pressed my hands over my mouth like that would somehow keep the ridiculous grin from spreading and let that scream out.My insides felt like melted marshmallows.I leaned against my front door, still clutching the leftover cup of froyo in one hand like it was proof that the night actually happened.I was in trouble. Not a mild one.I kicked off my shoes, dropped my bag on the couch, and plopped down beside it before I peeled off my jacket…. his jacket…. and immediately hating how cold the air felt without it. It still smelled faintly like him: that mix of coffee and something expensive I could never afford. I low-key felt like sniffing it but I told myself I wasn’t going to.But I’ve also come to the realization that I have no self respect when it comes to liking someone sooooo….. I
Julian’s POV;I don’t know what I was expecting when Asher said “froyo,” but I definitely wasn’t expecting my mouth to give a positive response nor did I expect him to lead me toward his black Jeep like we were in a damn movie scene. The parking lot lights made the car gleam faintly with a mix of shadows and golden streaks, and the night air felt colder than I expected it to.Asher walked a step ahead of me, keys spinning around his finger, glancing back to make sure I was following. I tried not to overthink it.Um… tried being the key word.When he reached the passenger door, he opened it like some sort of heir from a Hallmark movie.I stared at him. “Are you being serious right now?”His lips quirked. “What? I’m being polite.”I gave him a look that could’ve melted ice. “I have arms, you know.”That earned a low chuckle. He raised both hands like he was surrendering. “Alright, alright. You win.”I slid into the seat on my own, muttering something about medieval chivalry under my br
Julian’s POV:The week before the hockey match was a slow blend of ice, stress, and coffee. The figure skating team had ramped up practice, double sessions, choreography polish and my psych minor decided that now was a great time to give me three essays and a reading list the size of a fucking dictionary.I mostly spent my mornings on the ice and running to my next class. My evenings were spent trying to write a paper on the understanding of grief and its effects on one’s mind. I knew it was due but I still hadn’t gotten through the first page.That says a lot for someone who would know a lot about grief.Gabrielle apologized for the cafeteria incident the very next day…. I probably shouldn’t have stormed off like that.I’m a bit of a drama queen, aren’t I? I told her it was fine though… I genuinely just wanted to pretend it never happened so I can move on with my life.Back to my misery, I have to get this paper done and the library picked today to be full. Of course it did.Ever







