LucaAfter they left, the room felt strangely quiet. Lily was gathering her things slowly, moving like everything hurt. Ethan hovered nearby, clearly reluctant to leave.“You sure you don’t want me to drive you?” he asked. “I mean, no offense, Archer, but she was my girlfriend for two years. I care about what happens to her.”“She’s not your anything anymore,” I said. “You made sure of that when you decided Megan was more interesting.”Ethan’s face flushed. “That was a mistake, okay? I’ve been trying to make it right.”“By publicly humiliating her this morning? By implying she’s been harboring inappropriate feelings for me? Real stand-up job there.”“I was trying to understand—”“You were trying to deflect blame. There’s a difference.”Ethan took a step toward me, and I could see the anger building in his expression. “You know what? I’m tired of pretending you’re some gentleman in all this. You’ve been circling around her for long, waiting for your chance.”“My chance to what?”“To mo
Luca’s POVI sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair next to Lily’s cot, watching her sleep off whatever had been in that water bottle. Her face was still too pale, but her breathing had finally evened out after an hour of intermittent retching.Someone had drugged her. Someone had looked at Lily and decided to hurt her in the cruelest way possible.My hands clenched into fists before I could stop them. The urge to find whoever had done this and make them pay was so strong it made my teeth ache.“Any idea who might have given her the water?” Officer Martinez —no relation to our Coach—asked from the doorway. The school had called the police as soon as the nurse confirmed Lily had been drugged, though they were treating it as a prank gone wrong rather than assault. For now.“She said someone told her it was from me,” I said, not taking my eyes off Lily’s sleeping form. “But I never sent her anything.”“And you have no idea who would impersonate you?”I could think of several people, ac
AP Biology was supposed to be my refuge. Riley and I had claimed seats in the back corner weeks ago, and our easy banter usually made the hour fly by. But today, I could barely concentrate on cellular respiration when my own cells felt like they were vibrating with leftover humiliation.“You’re unusually quiet,” Riley observed during our lab partner work, glancing over at my mostly blank notes.“Just tired,” I lied, measuring out our solution with hands that weren’t quite steady.“Right. Has nothing to do with the fact that Megan is a raging psychopath who should probably be studied for science?”I almost smiled. “That would be an interesting research project.”He nudged my shoulder gently with his elbow. “Don’t let her get to you. She’s just jealous.”“Of what?” I asked, genuinely confused.“Of the fact that you’re smart and funny and don’t need to tear other people down to feel good about yourself.” He paused, studying my face carefully. “Also, you know, that Luca Archer jumps to yo
I was setting up my clipboard when I heard Megan’s voice cutting through the pre-practice chatter.“God, some people have absolutely no shame, do they?”I didn’t look up, but I could feel the shift in the room’s energy. Conversations quieted. Footsteps slowed. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up because I knew that tone was aimed directly at me.“What’s that supposed to mean?” One of her minions asked.“Oh, come on.” Megan’s laugh was pure venom. “We all saw Little Miss Manager getting her private volleyball lessons yesterday. Very hands-on instruction, wasn’t it, Lily?”My pen stopped moving across the page. The blood drained from my face as half the team turned to stare at me.“I mean, I always wondered why she hung around the team so much,” Megan continued, her voice carrying across the gym. “Now I know. She’s working her way through the roster. Smart strategy, really. Start with Ethan. Now the star player.”“Shut your mouth, Megan,” Naomi snapped from across the gym, but she
The senior class bulletin board looked like it had exploded. It is filled with college acceptance letters, graduation cap orders, yearbook deadline reminders, all of it pinned in overlapping layers that made my head spin just looking at it.“Did you turn in your cap and gown measurements?” Naomi asked, shoving her locker shut with more force than necessary.“Last week.” I hefted my backpack higher on my shoulder. “Did you see the list for graduation rehearsal volunteers? They want us there at six AM.”“Six AM? On a Saturday?” She groaned. “I swear they’re trying to kill us before we graduate.”Everyone walking a little faster, talking a little louder, like we could outrun the reality that in three weeks, this would all be over.“Graves.” Coach Martinez appeared at my elbow, clipboard in hand. “I need you to stay after practice today. The storage room is a disaster, and I need someone to help me sort through the equipment.”I groaned inwardly. My literature homework was still sitting u
My heart was hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it. The gold in his eyes was more pronounced now, making him less human and more predatory.“You’re not…” I swallowed hard, my head feeling foggy. “You’re not entirely you right now, are you?”The question seemed to break through whatever haze had settled over him. He blinked hard, stumbling backward like I’d slapped him.“Shit.” He scrubbed both hands over his face. “See? This is what I’m talking about.”I took a shaky breath, trying to clear my head. The loss of his proximity felt like cold water, jarring and unwelcome. “Talk to me. Actually talk. Why didn’t you tell me you were playing for the Metros?”That stopped him completely. He blinked, the gold finally fading from his eyes. “You want to talk about volleyball?”“I want to understand why you’ve been keeping this huge part of your life secret.”He was quiet for a long moment, then moved to perch on my windowsill, putting distance between us. “It wasn’t supposed to be a se