LOGINHAYDEN’S POV:For a second, neither of us moves.The air in the restroom feels too thick, like it’s pressing in on my lungs, making it harder to breathe. Stephen is still looking at me like he’s trying to solve something—like I’m a problem he doesn’t have the answer to.Maybe I am.“Say something,” he finally mutters, voice rough.I don’t because if I do, I might say the wrong thing or worse—the right one.His jaw tightens. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”He pushes off the wall, brushing past me toward the door.I won't stop him this time.The door swings shut behind him, and just like that, I’m alone again.The music hits me the second I step back into the party, it is loud and overwhelming, but it doesn’t drown anything out. If anything, it makes everything louder inside my head.I run a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply, trying to get a grip.That was a mistake.Everything about that was a mistake. Except… it didn’t feel like one.“Hayden!”I don’t even have to turn around to k
HAYDEN’S POV:The party was already loud by the time we got there. The music was blasting through the house, bass heavy enough that I could feel it in my chest before we even stepped inside. Lights flash, people are everywhere—laughing, shouting, bodies pressed close together as they dance. It is the kind of chaos that’s supposed to be fun. The kind I usually thrive in.“Come on,” Lilian says, grabbing my hand and pulling me in like she owns the place.She looks good tonight. She always does. She had a tight dress on which showed her curve, her hair was styled perfectly and she had the most confident smile, completely in her element. People notice her when she walks in.I should feel something about that, maybe pride or some sort of satisfaction.Instead, my eyes are already scanning the room, looking for him.I don’t even realize I’m doing it until Lilian squeezes my hand. “You’re not even here yet,” she teases.I glance down at her. “I’m here.”She raises a brow like she doesn’t be
STEPHEN’S POV:I barely slept and it was not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to admit why I couldn’t.The ceiling above my bed had become way too familiar by the time my alarm finally went off. My arm was thrown over my eyes, blocking out the early morning light, but it didn’t stop my thoughts from looping towards the motherfucker next door….Hayden. Of course, it was him. It’s always him.I exhale slowly, dragging my hand down my face before forcing myself up. My body feels heavy, like I didn’t rest at all, but I push through it anyway. I don’t have the luxury of being off today.Today matters a lot to me.It was the tournament selections.Coach had made that very clear all week that today decides everything. Who starts, who gets benched, who even travels and I’m not about to let anything or anyone mess that up.Especially not Hayden.The thought tightens something in my chest, but I shove it down as I pull on my training gear. By the time I step out into the main area,
HAYDEN’S POVI don’t know what pisses me off more—him… or the fact that I care.The living room felt too small and tight, as if the walls were closing in on me. That guy is still sitting on Stephen’s lap, watching us like he accidentally walked into the middle of something he doesn’t understand and he did.Because I don’t even understand it.“Are you serious?” I ask again, my voice lower now, sharper.Stephen tilts his head slightly, studying me like I’m the one being unreasonable. “I asked you the same thing.”My jaw tightens. “You just met him.”“And?” he shoots back.“And you brought him here?” I gesture vaguely, like that explains everything.Stephen’s expression shifts, something colder slipping into place. “It’s my dorm house too, remember?”That hits again, right where it shouldn’t.I exhale sharply, dragging a hand through my hair. “Yeah. Fine. Do whatever you want.”The words taste like crap coming out of my mouth, but I force them out anyway because that’s what I’m supposed
HAYDEN’S POVIt started small, so small I almost convince myself I’m imagining it.A brush of fingers when we both reach for the same pen in class. A split-second contact that shouldn’t mean anything but it does. It lingers. Not physically but somewhere under my skin, like a spark that refuses to die out.I pull my hand back too quickly. “Sorry,” I mutter.Stephen didn’t say anything but I felt it.The way his gaze lingers on me just a second longer than it should.The air between us tightens and I force myself to look away.This is exactly what I didn’t want.By the end of the day, it’s worse.We’re both hyper-aware of each other. Every movement, every shift, every breath feels louder, heavier. Like the space between us is charged with something neither of us is willing to name or maybe we already did.And that’s the problem.We don’t sit next to each other anymore, not exactly. There’s always a seat between us now, like that thin line is enough to keep everything under control.It’s
HAYDEN’S POVThe second the door clicks shut behind Stephen, the room feels… wrong.Like something important just got ripped out of it.I stood there for a second, staring at the spot where he was just standing, as if I could focus hard enough, I could rewind everything, take it back, and say or do something different.My chest tightens.I drag a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply, but it doesn’t help. Nothing does. His words are still echoing in my head, every single one of them hitting harder now that he’s gone.You’re running.My jaw clenches.I turn away, pacing once across the room before stopping near the desk, gripping the edge of it.“I’m not,” I mutter under my breath, even though there’s no one here to hear it.But the words don’t land right.Because part of me knows he’s not wrong.My phone lights up again on the desk, buzzing against the table.It was still Lilian.I stare at it for a second, watching her name flash across the screen like a reminder of everything I jus
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 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 world felt quieter afterward, like the ocean below had swallowed every sharp edge inside me and spit back something calmer.We were stretched out on the hood of the car, side by side, the metal still warm beneath our backs. The stars looked closer from up here, scattered across t
ELLA’S POV:I saw the exact moment it changed.One second, everyone was whispering in messy, excited circles with their phones out, replaying the fight like it was some highlight reel. The next, Hayden stepped back from the crowd, jaw tight, blood on his lip, and something darker in his eyes.Lilia







