LOGINHAYDEN’S POV:Stephen didn’t say anything.He just looks at me for a second something unreadable , then he nods once, like he’s made a decision and steps back.“I’ll catch you later,” he says quietly.And then he’s gone. Just like that.The space beside me feels colder without him there, like something solid just disappeared and left me exposed. My chest tightens, but I didn’t let myself look after him. I can’t. Not right now.Because Ariana is standing in front of me.“Come on,” she says gently, nodding toward the path that leads away from the main walkway. “Let’s talk somewhere less… public.”My stomach twist, I nodded.We walk in silence for a bit, side by side but not quite together. The sounds of campus fade slightly as we move farther away, fewer voices, fewer eyes. It should make me feel better.It didn’t If anything, it makes everything feel more real.We stop near a quiet bench under a tree, the shade cool against my skin. Ariana turns to face me fully, crossing her arms loos
STEPHEN’S POV: I leave before it gets harder to stay.Hayden is still sitting on the bed when I grab my jacket, his phone loose in his hand, his shoulders slightly hunched like he’s bracing for something that hasn’t even happened yet. He looks smaller like that.It does something to me that I don’t like.“I’ll see you later,” I say, keeping my tone light, normal—like we didn’t just have that conversation, as nothing shifted between us.He nods, but he doesn’t really look at me. “Yeah… later.”I hesitate for half a second. Then I leave.The hallway outside feels colder than it should. Or maybe it’s just me. I shove my hands into my pockets and start walking, my mind replaying everything he said over and over again.You don’t care the way I do.That’s what he thinks.I exhale sharply, jaw tightening.It’s not that I don’t care. It’s that I don’t let it control me. There’s a difference. A big one.But try explaining that to someone who’s already decided fear is safer than honesty.By th
HAYDEN’S POV:I don’t remember how I got home.Everything comes back in fragments, with blurred edges and half-formed moments, like someone cut the night into pieces and shuffled them out of order. The cold air. The sound of a car door. Ariana’s voice is fading in and out.And then….warmth.That’s the first thing that settles clearly.Warmth and something steady beneath it.I blink slowly, my eyes struggling to focus as the world tilts into place. My head is pounding, a dull, relentless ache pressing behind my eyes, and my throat feels dry, like I swallowed sand.I groan quietly, shifting slightly and that’s when I feel it.A hand that was firm, careful, and resting against my shoulder.“You’re awake.”My breath catches.It was Stephen.His voice is softer than I’ve ever heard it, low and steady, like he doesn’t want to startle me. I turn my head just enough to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand still on me, the other holding a glass of water.For a second, I stare at hi
HAYDEN’S POV:I didn’t mean to drink that much. It just… happened.One cup turned into two, then three, then I stopped counting altogether. The burn in my throat stopped feeling sharp after a while, dulling into something easier, something quieter. The noise around me blurred into a low hum, the laughter and music melting into the background like they didn’t matter anymore.And for a little while, it worked.It numbed everything.The thoughts, the tension. The constant replay of Stephen’s voice in my head.You’re not ready.I leaned heavily against the wall, staring down at the half-empty cup in my hand like it had answers I couldn’t find anywhere else. My fingers felt loose around it, my grip unsteady.Maybe he was right. No… not maybe. He was right.That was the worst part.A laugh burst somewhere across the room, too loud, too sharp. It made me flinch slightly, my head turning toward the sound before I quickly looked away again.Everything felt off and wrong, like I didn’t belong h
HAYDEN’S POV:The party was loud, too loud.Music thumped through the walls, bass vibrating under my feet as bodies moved, laughed, shouted over each other. The house was packed with people spilling into every corner, drinks in hand, the kind of chaos I used to thrive in.Now, I stood near the edge of the living room, half-leaning against the wall, staring at nothing in particular while everything blurred together.Stephen should’ve been here.The thought came uninvited, sharp and persistent.He would’ve hated this—too many people, too much noise but he would’ve stayed anyway. Probably stood off to the side like I was doing now, arms crossed, watching everything with that quiet intensity of his.And I would’ve been right next to him.Instead, I was here alone.I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through my hair. This wasn’t what I wanted.All I wanted was to be back in bed, in the quiet, where things felt simpler. Where I didn’t have to think so hard about every word, every look, every
STEPHEN’S POV:I knew the moment it left his mouth, the hesitation and that tiny pause before he shook his head.It shouldn’t have hit me the way it did but it did.The room felt too small after that, like the air had thinned out and something solid between us had just cracked and neither of us knew how bad the damage was yet.Hayden didn’t move right away. He just stood there, eyes searching mine, like he was waiting for me to say something to fix it or make it easier.I didn’t.Because I didn’t know how.A part of me had already seen this coming. I wasn’t stupid. I knew Hayden, knew the life he had lived before this, the way things had always been easy for him when it came to girls, attention, and expectations.This? This wasn’t easy.But knowing it and hearing him say it out loud were two completely different things.“You’re not ready,” I said finally, my voice quieter than I expected.It wasn’t an accusation. It just… was.His jaw tightened slightly. “I didn’t say I’d never be.”I
HAYDEN’S POVIf someone told me yesterday that Stephen and I would spend twelve straight hours studying together without killing each other, I would’ve laughed in their face.Yet here we are.Day one of preparation starts with him ripping apart my entire understanding of economics.“Wrong,” Stephen
STEPHEN’S POV: The door had barely stopped swinging when the air shifted. Hayden was gone and suddenly it wasn’t about him anymore.Marcus’s hand was still on my waist, his breath warm against my ear, his body pressed close enough that I could feel the steady thud of his heartbeat or maybe that wa
STEPHEN’S POV:The bruise was already forming.I could see it in the mirror above the sink in the locker room bathroom, it was a dark purple creeping along my jaw, swelling just enough to make it obvious. Hayden had always hit hard. That was the thing about him. When he committed to something, he d
STEPHEN’S POVI knew they would be going back together. I just didn’t expect it to hit me the way it did.The party had ended in chaos—shouting, spilled drinks, Ella storming out with tears in her eyes, and one of the cheer girls, Jesse, standing there like she didn’t care who she hurt. I told her







