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The ceiling of my dorm room had a crack in it shaped like a question mark. I'd spent the last three weeks staring at it. I had been on the list for a room change for a week. I kept staring at my phone, hoping for good news. "Wren." Ross snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Are you even listening to me?" "Uhm…yes. Sure." "What did I just say?" "Something about me complaining about housing." He pointed at me. "Exactly. Go complain. They have a whole office for this. That's literally what it's there for." I sat up on my bed and gestured broadly in the room. The radiator that only worked when it felt like it. The window let in more wind than light. The mysterious smell coming from the left corner vent that I had made peace with but should not have made peace with. "Ross," I said. "I love you. But you are so aggressively unaware of how others live." "What does that mean?" "It means complaining to the office doesn't work when you're not paying premium rates. You know what they do with my complaint form? They put it in a pile. The pile has been there for a decade. I have seen it." He looked around the room again like he was only now truly seeing it and he pressed his lips and sighed. "Okay yeah this is actually bad." "Thank you." "So just move in with me." he raised a brow. I laughed hard, almost losing my breath. I stopped laughing seeing the serious gaze on his face. "Wait. Are you serious?" "Why wouldn't I be serious?" he tilted his head to the side. "Because you live off campus in an actual apartment with functioning heat and I'm your friend not your charity case." I pointed out. "You're my best friend," he said, as that settled it, like that was a complete sentence and an argument and a solution all at once. "The spare room is just sitting there. I'm not using it. You're suffering in this crack den. It makes sense to come stay there." "Ross, I can't—" I shook my head. "Wren. Come on." He nudged my shoulder. "It'll be fun. You're over all the time anyway. You might as well just stay." I looked at him. He looked back at me with that open, easy face that had never once in twenty-one years held a single ulterior motive. That was the thing about Ross Calloway. He meant everything he said. Every single time. Which was exactly why I couldn't tell him the reason I was hesitating had nothing to do with pride. It had to do with his brother. Ross knew me well enough to know something had happened between me and Dani two years ago. Though he didn’t know the details, I would rather be in the cracked ceiling dorm for the rest of my degree than let him find out. What he did know was that moving in meant that I would have to see Dani. Everyday, everywhere. I wouldn’t be able to hide like I have been doing. Dani Calloway. Twenty-three, the star quarterback. A resident of the very apartment Ross was currently inviting me to move into. I had been in love with Dani in a deeply inconvenient, entirely irrational way since I was a teen and made the mistake of watching him come out of a pool on a very hot sunny day. I felt my whole chest rearrange itself. I had spent four years since then being very normal about it. Even though I thought about him more than was reasonable. I recalled my sixteen year old self who had put all my savings into getting him flowers and a note confessing my feelings right in the locker room with just him in it. “What are you doing?” Dani stared up at me coldly, with my shaky hands i still held the bouquet and note in front of him and smiled. “I-i like you.” i pressed it forward, he slapped it from me, letting it crash on the floor. “Quit this rubbish, there's no way i could ever like you.” Those words were still buried in the back of my mind. I wanted to stay as far away from him as possible. "Okay," I sighed. Ross blinked. "Yeah?" "Yeah. But I'm paying my share of the bills, I don't care what you say." He was already grinning. "Fine. Move this weekend?" "Sure." I was fine. Totally fine. I just needed to avoid Dani, easy peasy. ”I already asked Blake.” I said, almost like an afterthought, because it was important information that Ross needed to know about. “About moving in with him, he said no.” Ross frowned for a moment. “He said no?” “He said now wasn’t the right time, we’ve only been together for eight months, and moving in was a big step and…” “Eight months isn’t a big step?” Ross was trying hard not to show how angry he was. Blake and the guys used to be very good friends while we were younger but suddenly after Ross’s injury during hockey training that led to him breaking his leg and being ineligible to play, they had drifted apart. And were now on opposite teams. Every mention of each other made them visibly annoyed.. “Wren, you were going to ask him because your housing situation is a crisis and he said no?” “He has his reasons.” I defended him. “Besides there is no way you would want your girlfriend to live with two guys who you aren’t friends with anymore.” I shrugged. “I’m sure he did.” He nodded, pressing his lips together. “I have never liked that guy from the very start of whatever you have with him, I keep telling you that he’s no good for you.” “Ross, whatever problem you have with him and have refused to tell me, I hope you can put it in the past because he really cares for me.” I pressed my lips with a smile. “I’m not going to say anything else about it.” He held up both hands. “I’m just stating a fact, he said no to someone he’s supposed to care about when she needs something practical and reasonable, it’s a fact, that’s all.” He looked back, his jaw clenched and I could tell he was trying hard not to show just how angry he was. “Thank you for asking me,” I said quietly, his face softened again. “Always.” He nudged my shoulders. “Let’s get you out of this room..” I smiled. “You noticed the crack?” “Of course Wren, that shit looks like a curse, I noticed it the first time I came here.” He shrugged, chuckling. Moving in was easy enough. Ross helped carry boxes, ordered pizza, gave me the full tour like I hadn't been to the apartment a hundred times, and pointed out where they kept extra towels like he was presenting a museum exhibit. Dani wasn't home. I noted that with casualness, I tried not to track his movements. I mean who cares right? Right. By evening I had my room mostly sorted, my clothes in the wardrobe, and my fairy lights up because I am just a ‘girl’. “I will be back, I just need to grab some groceries,” Ross said. “Oh, don't worry about me, I'll be fine, staying all alone….” Ross rolled his eyes with a smirk. “I will only be gone for a few minutes. Try not to be so dramatic.” Ross nudged my shoulder. “Do you want anything?” I’m okay.” “You sure? Crisps? Chocolates?” “Ross, go.” He grinned and left, the front door clicked shut behind him, I lay back on my new bed and stared at the new ceiling, no crack, no issues and I loved it. I shut my eyes already drifting to a comfortable sleep but popped them right open again. I needed water. I pulled myself off the bed and since I was already familiar with the house I was able to know where the kitchen was. Half asleep I pulled my legs over the bed and walked out of the room. The kitchen light was on, Ross had left the kitchen light on and it had spilled some of its light into the corridor, making it easier for me to walk through. I moved toward it and stopped. Dani’s bedroom door slid a little ajar, not open, not closed. A few inches was enough for me to see what was happening but I should have minded my business and kept walking. All I needed to do was to find my way to the kitchen and get myself some water but trying to figure out the sound coming from his room. “Keep it down.” I heard him talking to someone but I couldn’t see who it was. “Please go faster.” A lady moaned, my heart dropped, and I peeked closer seeing him right on top of her thrusting deep into her. I gasped, pulling away again, I kept hearing her soft moans and peeked again only to be met with him looking my way… he was staring right at me, our eyes locked. A smirk trailed up his lips. I jerked back, he saw me!DaniThe cold brick wall felt freezing against my hands, but the blood rushing through my head was burning hot. I kept my grip tight on Ross’s jacket, my chest heaving up and down."Answer me, Ross!" I choked out, with tears of rage and confusion blurring my eyes. "Why are you doing this to us? Why were you spying on her? Why were you taking photos of her window?!"Ross didn't fight back. He didn't try to push my hands off him. He just leaned against the wall, staring down at me with a terrifyingly calm expression."I wasn't spying on her to hurt her, Dani," Ross said quietly. His voice didn't sound angry. It sounded hollow, like he was talking about the weather. "I was watching. I was measuring.""Measuring what?!" I screamed into his face. "You left the bar! You lied to me! You told me you were going to watch Blake, but you were lurking in the shadows outside our apartment!""I was at the bar," Ross replied smoothly, his dark eyes unwavering. "I kept my eye on Blake just like I prom
DaniI couldn't breathe.I stood on the icy rink at the campus arena, gripping my hockey stick so hard my knuckles were numb through my thick gloves. The coach’s whistle blew loudly, echoing off the high ceilings, but I barely heard it."Calloway! What the hell was that pass?!" Coach shouted from the sidelines. "Your head isn't in the game today! Get off the ice!"I didn't argue. I skated off the ice, ripped my helmet off, and slammed it against the bench.I couldn't focus. I couldn't skate. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Wren’s hurt, angry face from this morning.A brute. She called me a brute.The words felt like a sharp dagger twisted right into my ribs. I loved her more than my own life. I would throw myself in front of a moving train for her. But she looked at Vance like he was a saint, and she looked at me like I was a monster."Something is wrong," I muttered to myself, tearing my skates off in the locker room. "Something is terribly wrong."My gut was screaming at
WrenHe guided me through a pair of double archways into a private, dimly lit reception lounge overlooking the inner courtyard. Soft jazz piano music hummed through hidden speakers. Scattered around plush velvet sofas and marble high-top tables were small groups of impeccably dressed men and women, sipping vintage wine from crystal flutes.I froze, clutching my handbag tightly. I recognized those faces."Dr. Reeves..." I gasped, my heart skipping a beat. "Is that... is that Evelyn Vance-Cross?!"Evelyn Vance-Cross was a living legend… the world-renowned literary critic whose essays I had cited in almost every major paper I had written in college."Indeed it is," Dr. Reeves smiled, resting his hand gently on the small of my back to guide me forward. "And beside her is Arthur Pendelton, the editor-in-chief of the National Literary Review, and Professor Marcus Sterling from Oxford."My head swam. These were academic titans. Literary royalty. Icons whose books sat on my nightstand, people
Wren"It's easier for him to attack my character than to admit he failed to protect you when you needed him most," Vance said smoothly, his voice dripping with gentle logic. "You mustn't let his emotional volatility drag you down, Wren. You have a brilliant future ahead of you."He leaned forward, his dark eyes shining with enthusiasm. "Which brings me to the fellowship. I want to accelerate your research proposal. My family owns a private historic brownstone downtown, it houses an extensive, private collection of rare 19th-century manuscripts that aren't open to the public. It would give your paper an unbeatable advantage.""A private estate library?" I asked, my eyes widening with interest. "Really?""Yes," Vance nodded smoothly. "I can take you there this evening. It will be quiet, peaceful, and entirely free from the noise and drama of the campus. We can review the texts and finalize your application draft in peace.""That sounds amazing, Professor," I said, a genuine smile breaki
Wren The morning sun poured through the kitchen window, but it did not bring any warmth into the apartment.I sat at the wooden dining table, cradling a mug of warm water. Purple and dark blue bruises were already forming around my wrists where Julian’s heavy gloved hands had clamped down on me the night before. Every time I moved my fingers, a dull ache shot up my arms.Across the room, Dani stood by the counter, brewing coffee. He was completely silent. He hadn't said a word to me since we woke up. His broad back was stiff, and his dark hair was messy.The heavy, suffocating tension from the night before was still hanging between us like a thick brick wall."Dani?" I murmured softly, breaking the silence. "Are you going to ignore me all day?"Dani poured the hot coffee into a mug. He turned around slowly, resting his hands on the edge of the counter. His dark eyes looked exhausted, surrounded by dark circles. He looked like he hadn't slept a single minute."I'm not ignoring you, Wr
WrenBANG!The heavy oak door of the office was slammed open so violently it bounced against the wall.I jumped in surprise. Vance instantly stood up, stepping protectively in front of my sofa.Dani stood in the doorway.He looked completely wild. His hair was messy, his dark leather jacket was unzipped, and his chest was heaving as if he had just run a marathon. In his right hand, he was clutching my cracked, broken smartphone."Wren!" Dani roared, his dark eyes sweeping over the room until they landed on me."Dani!" I gasped, dropping the gray blanket and standing up.Dani strode into the room in three massive steps, grabbing my arms and pulling me tightly against his chest. He buried his face in my hair, his whole body trembling with raw, desperate fear."God, Wren... I found your phone smashed in the side parking lot," Dani breathed out, his voice cracking with emotion. "I saw the police lights... I thought someone took you. Are you okay?! Did he hurt you?!""I'm okay, Dani, I'm o
Wren’s POVThe doorbell pulled me out of sleep.Once. Twice. Then continuously.I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling.Footsteps in the hallway. Ross’s door. Ross on the stairs, moving fast.Then his voice as he opened the door, stripped of its composure, “Get the hell away from this door.”A
Wren’s pov“You’re drunk.” It was the only reasonable thing to say, the only thing that made sense given Dani was leaning close to me like that.“A little.” He admitted, like it was nothing, like he didn’t just ask if he could kiss me.“Then you should move… I’m your friend, not some random girl yo
WRENScreams and cheers erupted in the arena.Everything had happened within seconds, everyone had risen to their feet, both teams trying hard to stop them from throwing punches, I stood there with my scarf still wrapped.“I bet Blake feels inferior getting beat by Dani’s team, he really can’t acce
WREN “Damn you, Dani.” I turned around and literally sprinted to my room, my cheeks flustered. Did Dani just wink at me? I dropped my plate on the nightstand and plopped on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I slapped myself lightly wondering if this was a dream but from the slight sting I coul







