LOGINCOLE
"Hey uhm, guys I need to tell you something", I said.
"What's that?".
"There's this kid you guys pick on, his name is uhm, Nate", I said.
"Oh yeah the Dude we paint dipped on, what's up?".
"Can y'all like, chill on him, he's kinda a family friend of mine and, his mom is really complaining about his mental health", I said.
Andre laughed, "Since when the fuck did we care about mental health", he said.
"Look just cut him some slack ok, go pick on some other dudes".
"Who is he talking about?", Newton asked.
"That gay dude", Kendal said.
"Oh oh right right, of course how could I forget, dude he is so cool to play around with, I can't stop messing with that dude", Newton said.
"Just cut him some slack okay? plus he is tutoring me".
"You got a tutor?", Newton asked.
"Yeah, he's like the smartest kid in this school, he's my only way that Harvard", I said.
"Why the fuck will you get a gay dude to tutor you, do you want him to jerk off to you pronouncing words or saying his name?", Andre asked and they laughed.
"No it's not that it's just... he's the only person I know that can do this well, and you know I need to go to Harvard ", I stated.
"No wonder you saved him today, I was wondering since when did Cole Michaelson Start doing Charity?".
"Dude it's not that okay I just... ughh fuck just do this one thing for me please", I said.
"Fine, we'll back down on your little tutor boy until you clear your papers ", Kendal said.
"Thank you ", I said.
Almost immediately, my door forcefully swung open.
Everyone jumped.
"Dad the fuck?".
"What are you doing? why Is the door locked?", he asked.
"Locked? dude you just threw it open, what the fuck?".
"Aren't you supposed to be reading? been talking about Harvard all year and yet nothing, your academics are as sad as your life", he said.
I stood up.
"Let's go talk outside", I said.
"No why would we do that when we can do it here? right now? or what you don't want Mr shaming me in front of your friends?".
Unfortunately they are the ones ashamed of you, and not me.
"Guys can you please excuse me", I said and they stood up to leave.
.My father shut the door blocking them from leaving.
I exhaled, "I got a tutor", I said calmly.
"Who?".
"Nate Thompson, your friend, Mr Thompson son", I said.
"You guys use to be best of friends until you decided to leave him and now look at your life", the way he slurred, I knew he was drunk, again.
it was better not to say anything while he was drunk.
Just ignore him.
"I'll do better ", I said.
"You better clear your results else I promise you that I'm gonna make your life a living hell ", he said and stormed out of my room, falling at a point and then stood up.
I sighed and laid down on my bed.
"Dude, don't worry we've got you, I promise we won't pick on that Nate dude again, infact we'll make him tutor you for sure, can't let you live any longer with that man", Kendal said.
"I can't even stay here any longer, it's like the more I stay the more it gets worse".
"You can come stay at mine till whenever, my mom likes you and she makes good pancakes ", Newton said.
I shook my head, "Naaa, I don't want to inconvenience anyone ", I said.
"Well if you ever change your mind the offer is still open", Newton said.
Am hour later they left my house leaving me all alone in this lonely mansion with my sick in the head Dad.
I looked my room and went to the roof top to smoke.
She was there as always.
"You got your own blunt today?", she asked.
I smirked and showed her mine.
"Good cuz I finished the one I got for you ", she said and I chuckled.
"Heard your Dad screaming a while ago ", she said.
"Talking about my grades, but I got a tutor ", I said.
"Really? who is she?".
I chuckled, "A he, my old friend Nate", I said.
She smirked.
"What did you promise him?".
"That my friends will stop bullying him", I said.
"That's a crazy deal, I would have asked for like a million dollar ", she said.
"He's rich, doesn't really need that shit", I stated.
I hugged her and leaned on her.
"I've missed you", I said honestly.
"You know where to find me you just never show up", she said.
"In your bedroom?", I asked pretending like I didn't know what she was talking about.
"I'm not gonna fuck you Cole, and you know it"
"Never say never", I said and winked and she chuckled
"You are the gayest straightest guy I've met", she said.
"That's the sexy thing about being bisexual", I said.
"You're not Bisexual you're just attracted to Nate, you haven't found any other guy attractive since 5 years now".
"I have, there's this dude that winked at me in the strip club the other day".
"What was he doing?".
"Dancing on the pole",I said.
She rolled her eyes at me, he's a stripper, of course he's gonna be attractive, my God open your eyes you damn fool".
"I don't know okay, I don't really wanna figure out if I'm bisexual or not, I just want things to remain This way and not further complicate things", I said.
"And if your Dad ever finds out?", she asked.
I did. a sign of my throat cutting.
"So how are you going to sit back and watch Nate tutor you without trying to kiss him because I tried tutoring you and you almost fucked me".
"It's not my fault you can't resist my charm", I teased.
"I think I can manage, I mean he doesn't like me so .. it's just tutoring", I said.
"It's just tutoring", she said mocking me.
Almost immediately, we saw her parents car drive in.
"Oh shit my parents are back, I have to go, does my breath smell like weed?", she asked.
"Yes", I said laughing and she groaned.
"I'll go eat garlic or something, bye Cole, see you tomorrow", I said and she used the tree to go into her house.
"Bye Abby", I said and she disappeared, leaving me alone to my thoughts
The rain came before the morning did.Soft, rhythmic, like the sky was trying to hush the world. It should’ve been peaceful — the kindof morning that made you want to stay under the sheets, pretend nothing outside existed. But peacewasn’t something I could afford anymore.Cole’s arm was around my waist, heavy and protective, like even in his sleep he was daring theuniverse to come close. His breath brushed my neck, slow and even, and for a minute, I just stayedthere — still, watching the faint light slip through the curtains and fall across his face.He looked different when he slept. Softer. Like the walls he built just… didn’t exist for a while.And damn, it was dangerous — how much I liked that version of him.He stirred, his nose brushing my shoulder. “You’re staring,” he muttered, voice still rough withsleep.I smiled. “You’re imagining things.”“Uh-huh.” His lips curved. “You always do that when you think I’m asleep.”“Do what?”“Look at me like I’m gonna disappear.”My che
By Wednesday, the school felt like a stage and we were the unwilling headliners.Every hallway we walked through came with a soundtrack of whispers, half-hidden phones, andthat fake laugh people use when they want you to know they’re talking about you.I was trying to play it cool — keep my head up, keep my steps even — but my stomach keptdoing this nervous rollercoaster flip thing.Cole?He walked like nothing bothered him.Hands in his hoodie pocket. Earbuds in. Calm as ever.It made me crazy — in the good way and the what-the-hell-how-do-you-do-that way.“You’re staring,” he said, glancing at me as we walked.I blinked. “I’m not.”He smirked. “You totally are.”“Shut up.”He chuckled. “You love me though.”And I hated how easily my heart stuttered when he said that — so casually, like it was nothing.Like it wasn’t everything.We reached my locker, and for once, no one said anything. Maybe the novelty was wearing off. Ormaybe Ariana had moved on to her next round of chaos.I sho
If I said things calmed down after that note, I’d be lying through my teeth.They didn’t calm down.They just changed shape.People stopped whispering when I walked by — now they stared. Like I was a headline theycouldn’t stop reading.The weirdest part? I didn’t even flinch anymore.Okay, maybe a little.But mostly, I just learned to breathe through it.Cole, though?He was a walking storm.He didn’t yell or throw punches. He didn’t have to. His silence did the heavy lifting.And when Cole’s quiet, that’s when people should start praying.By Friday, the whole school was on edge.Even teachers gave us that look — like they could sense something building. Something that wasgoing to snap.We were halfway out of the school gates when Cole said, “I need to see Ariana.”I froze. “What?”“She started this mess,” he said, shoving his hands in his hoodie pocket. “She can end it.”I snorted. “She won’t. She doesn’t do mercy, Cole. She thrives on chaos.”His jaw flexed. “Then I’ll give her a
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVEI used to think falling for someone would be a clean thing. Like a perfect movie moment whereeverything clicked, and suddenly the world made sense.Yeah. That’s not how it happens.Falling for Cole was messy. Complicated. Loud.And right now? It was dangerous.Monday blurred into Tuesday, and the noise around us didn’t fade — it sharpened. The whispersweren’t just whispers anymore. They had edges. Names. Questions. Accusations.By the time I made it to my locker, it felt like the whole school was humming with rumors.“Did you hear—”“—they were at his house—”“—not even trying to hide it anymore—”Every sentence had our names tucked somewhere inside.When I opened my locker, a folded piece of paper slid out. My heart stumbled as I unfolded it.Four words.STAY AWAY FROM HIM.I stared at the paper a second too long, like it might rearrange itself into something less predictable.It didn’t.“Nate,” a voice said behind me.I crumpled the note and shoved it in my poc
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOURSunday nights used to feel quiet. Like the world was taking a breath before the chaos of Monday.But not anymore. Now Sunday nights felt like the calm right before a storm I couldn’t quite seecoming.I lay flat on my bed, staring at the ceiling like it had answers I couldn’t find. My room was quietexcept for the low hum of the ceiling fan and my heartbeat. Too loud. Too fast.My phone lit up beside me.Cole.Cole: You still up?Me: Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?Cole: Because it’s 1 a.m., smartass.Me: Can’t sleep.Cole: Same.I stared at the screen, fingers hovering.He typed again before I could.Cole: Want me to come over?My chest tightened. It wasn’t even about him being here — it was about him asking.Me: You’re insane.Cole: Insanely charming, yeah I know.Me: No, just insane.Cole: I’m already outside.I sat up so fast the mattress groaned.“Idiot,” I muttered under my breath, pulling a hoodie over my T-shirt.When I cracked my window open, the cool night air h
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREEThe rumor thing? Yeah, it didn’t die over the weekend. It mutated. Like some weird gossip zombiethat just wouldn’t stay in the ground.By Tuesday morning, it was everywhere. I didn’t even make it to my locker before I heard my namewhispered at least five times. And not in a cute “wow, Nate’s so cool” way. More like “oh myGod, did you hear—”I yanked my hoodie tighter around me like it could block out their voices. Spoiler: it didn’t.The hallway smelled like coffee and cheap cologne. The fluorescent lights buzzed like they werejudging me too.I caught a group of juniors by the drinking fountain. One girl leaned in close, whispering with wideeyes like she’d discovered some national secret. Another giggled. The third just stared at me like Iwas a zoo exhibit.Cute. Real cute.I tried to keep walking, head down, pretending I didn’t exist. But my ears? Yeah, they betrayed me.“—they were totally holding hands—”“I swear, Ariana said she saw them at the edge of t







