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Midnight Currents
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2026-01-27 21:37:39I was still standing there, breath uneven, when the doorknob rattled again. This knock was different this time. Messy, rushed, almost apologetic. Then the door flew open.
A smaller, wiry boy stumbled in backward, dragging a suitcase nearly his size. One wheel caught on the threshold, nearly sending him sprawling. “Ugh, stupid stairs! I almost died hi!”
His curly hair stuck out at impossible angles, glasses sliding down his nose as he puffed. He froze when he noticed me, I blinked and he blinked back. “You’re… Eli, right?” he asked between breaths.
I nodded cautiously, “I’m Miles,” he said quickly, shoving his glasses back up. “Your roommate.”
Relief hit me so hard my knees almost gave out. He wasn’t intimidating, wasn’t watching me too closely, and he definitely wasn’t dangerous.
He was… safe. “Well, um,” Miles said, glancing around the room, “it’s not much, but it’s home. Bed on the left is yours. Bathroom’s down the hall don’t use the third shower.”
I frowned. “Why?”
“It screams,” he said cheerfully. “Screams, I asked?”
“Like it’s dying.”
“Good to know.”
He dropped onto his bed with a groan, arms spread wide. “You seem nervous.”
“I’m new,” I said simply. “And in Dorm 3,” he added, voice lowering, “which is kind of a big deal.”
My stomach tightened. “Big how?”
Miles hesitated, then glanced toward the door like it might be listening.
“Dorm 3 is elite territory,” he said quietly. “Most of the guys here are legacy students. Old families, sons of donors and board members. People whose parents have buildings named after them.”
It was exactly what Finn told me, I wondered where his dorm was. He gestured vaguely at the walls. “They get the biggest rooms and the best furniture. Private study desks, better heating and even the bathrooms are nicer.”
I looked around again, really looking this time. Polished wood floors, built-in shelves, brass fixtures on the desk lamp and climate controls mounted discreetly on the wall. Even the beds were wider, heavier, built to last.
Luxury I hadn’t noticed at first because I hadn’t known to expect it. “No scholarship students get placed here,” Miles continued. “Ever. They usually put them in Dorm 6 or 7. Smaller rooms. Fewer amenities. Less… scrutiny.”
Scrutiny, “So when people see you here,” he finished, “they notice.”
Observant is exactly the problem I now faced.
Night fell quickly and laughter echoed down the hall. Music thumped faintly through walls built with money but no privacy. Doors opened and closed. Voices rose and fell, careless and loud.
Showers ran constantly, and my heart pounded. I had to bathe, but every bathroom was shared. Curtains instead of doors. No locks that mattered and no real safety. One mistake could end my stay in this school.
No, I needed to focus. “Miles?” I asked carefully. “When’s the bathroom… empty?”
He paused. “Empty? In Dorm 3?” He snorted. “Never.”
My stomach twisted, “But,” he added, lowering his voice, “if you go around 2 a.m., it’s mostly just the nerds. They don’t look up. Ever.”
Two a.m. wasn’t ideal but it was survivable. “Cool,” I said, pretending my pulse wasn’t racing. Lights out came at te and by midnight, the dorm finally slept. Miles snored almost instantly so I waited until 1:59 a.m. Close enough.
I slipped out of bed, towel clutched tight, hallway creaking beneath my feet. Shadows stretched too long, too thin. Every sound felt amplified fabric brushing skin, the soft thud of my heartbeat, the distant hum of pipes.
The bathroom was empty. “Thank God,” I whispered. I chose the last stall, the one closest to the wall, hooked the flimsy latch, and prayed it would hold. I showered fast as I could, there was no time to wash my hair my main focus was my body only with my back turned and steam fogged the air, blurring everything into soft shapes. Every muscle in my body stayed tense, ready. Then voices echoed they were two boys , they entered laughing. My heart slammed into my throat. “Someone in here?” one called.
The footsteps drew closer and closer, I clutched the towel to my chest, breath frozen in my lungs. Then the curtain shifted and a shadow passed. The voice was low, amused, far too close. “Yo… who’s showering at this hour?”
The curtain rustled again and fingers brushed the edge. My lungs seized, If he pulled it open and saw what I was hidin my entire future would end here, on a grimy tile floor in an elite school built for boys who would never forgive a lie like mine. Instinct took over immediately, so I yanked the showerhead down and twisted the knob all the way to cold. Freezing water blasted everywhere.
I gasped a sharp, painful inhale but it worked. The curtain whipped inward, slipping out of his fingers. “Bro! What the fuck?” he yelped, stumbling back as icy water splashed his legs. “Dude, chill!”
I forced my voice deeper, rough enough to scrape my throat raw. “Sorry, man. Didn’t, uh realize someone was there.”
Then there was silence, I heard a snort. “Whatever. Who even showers at midnight? Freak behavior.”
Footsteps retreated and the door banged shut.
I sagged against the wall, shaking so badly I nearly dropped the showerhead. That was too close, way too close. I quickly rinsed off in under thirty seconds, skipped washing my hair entirely, and dragged my clothes on with trembling hands. The binder dug painfully into my ribs, compressing my chest until my breath felt shallow but I didn’t dare adjust it. Pain was safer than exposure. When I stepped out into the humid hallway, the lights had dimmed to late night mode soft, warm, deceptively calm.
It was nearly empty but not entirely because someone stood at the far end of the corridor. Tall, still, waiting. My stomach dropped.
The boy from earlier pushed off the wall the second he saw me, moving with lazy, terrifying confidence. A towel was slung over his shoulder like it was an accessory rather than necessity. Hair damp, strands clinging to his forehead. His eyes glimmered in the dim light, like he knew something I didn’t. “Midnight shower, huh?” he drawled. Stay calm, stay deep. Stay Eli. “Couldn’t sleep,” I muttered.
His gaze swept over me in a slow, deliberate scan chest, shoulders, legs then back up. The look wasn’t crude. It was worse like he was memorizing me. “Hm.” He tilted his head. “You’re a weird one.”
“Is that… bad?” I asked before I could stop myself. His lips curved. “Didn’t say that.”
“Just means I’ll be watching you.”
Cold spread through my veins instantly and before I could respond, a sleepy voice drifted down the hall. “Eli? That you?”
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