Carolyn’s POVThe day dragged on like heavy chains tied to my ankles.Even though I was physically present, my mind was far away—stuck in that cafeteria, reliving the sound of food slapping Tina’s face, the gasps, the laughter, the eyes watching like it was entertainment.Tina didn’t deserve that.The rest of the day blurred past me in a fog of silent fury.I sat in class, eyes forward, but my mind wasn’t on the whiteboard or Mr. Ayoola’s notes. My thoughts kept drifting to Tina—my best friend, the one person who made this entire nightmare bearable.She wasn’t just absent.She was hurt.At home.Sick.The rumor in class was that her mother had called the school to report that Tina was experiencing “high fever and emotional fatigue.” I didn’t need anyone to explain further. I knew what that meant.Tina hadn’t just been embarrassed.She’d been shaken.By J.J.By Emma and her minions.Because of me.I pressed my palm hard against my thigh, trying to ground myself. I hated how powerless I
J.J’s POVI thought ignoring her would help.I thought maybe if I gave her space, she’d come back. Crawl back. Whisper another apology like before. Offer her silence as some kind of surrender.But she didn’t.She walked past me in the hallway this morning like I didn’t exist.No glance. No hesitation.Just… walked.And I hated it.I hated the way it burned.It was the same fire that came after a challenge, except this time, it wasn’t about pride or power—it was about control I had lost. And the fact that Carolyn, of all people, had taken it from me?Unforgivable.I sat in the lounge for most of the day, jaw clenched, heart pounding with that sick, tight rhythm that came whenever something slipped through my fingers.I couldn’t think straight.After school, I messaged George."Let’s go out. Tonight. I need to blow off steam."He replied almost immediately.You thinking the usual spot?Yes. Bring Julius. I don’t want to think. Just drink.We met up around 6PM. Julius had to sneak out o
J.J’s POVI pulled into my usual spot, engine humming softly beneath my fingers. For a second, I stared out the tinted windshield, watching the school building loom in front of me like some perfect, silent statue. The same school where I reigned. The same halls that whispered when I passed. The same place where no one dared to defy me—at least, not for long.But today, someone was waiting.Tina.She stood by the edge of the curb, arms crossed, shifting nervously. Her uniform was neat, her braids tied with a red ribbon, but there was something about her posture—rigid and too still—that told me she wasn’t just here to say hello.I debated driving right past her.She wasn’t worth my time.She was Carolyn’s friend. That already made her a problem.But as I pulled into the spot and cut the engine, I saw her step forward.And I didn’t like that.Not one bit.I grabbed my bag, slammed the car door, and began walking, ignoring the way her eyes followed me. She stepped in my path.“J.J, please
Carolyn’s POVTina didn’t even look at me in the hallway.She passed by like I was air—no nod, no smile, not even a flicker of hesitation. And that hurt more than anything J.J had ever done to me directly.Because Tina?She was my safe space.My softness.The only person who didn’t treat me like a scholarship case or a project or a punching bag.Now she was gone.And for what?I didn’t need anyone to tell me J.J was behind it. I didn’t need to ask.It had his fingerprints all over it.The kind of control that left no blood but broke bones all the same.I sat in the back of class that morning, eyes fixed on my textbook but seeing nothing. Even when the teacher asked a question, my voice barely left my throat.“Carolyn?” she prompted again.“I—I’m sorry, ma,” I whispered.She sighed and moved on.That was how the whole morning went.Like I was disappearing.And I was letting it happen.Until I decided I wouldn’t.Not anymore.I waited for the final bell.Waited until I saw him in the co
J.J's POVThe class corridor hadn’t felt so still in a long time.The usual buzzing voices, sneaker-squeaks on tile, slamming lockers—all of it faded into silence the moment Carolyn’s hand hit my face.A sharp, stinging silence.And yet—All I could hear was my own heart pounding.She slapped me.Again.The second time now.And God help me, something inside me liked it.Not because I enjoyed the pain. Not because I was some masochist. But because for the first time in what felt like years—someone saw me.Really saw me.I blinked slowly, barely registering the heat on my cheek.Carolyn was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling like she’d just sprinted a mile. Her hand still hung at her side, fingers trembling slightly.But her eyes—those furious, wounded, sky-blue eyes—burned into mine like acid.“You’re disgusting,” she spat.Her voice wasn’t loud. But it didn’t need to be.It sliced through my chest like a scalpel.“You think this is power? You think being feared makes you
Carolyn's POV I didn’t look back.Even though my palm still burned from the impact.Even though my chest was pounding so hard I thought I might collapse.I kept walking.Because if I stopped, I knew I’d break.Not because I regretted it.No—never that.But because slapping J.J felt like releasing years of quiet pain that I never even realized I’d carried.The weight of people talking at me instead of to me.The sting of being looked at like a burden wrapped in a scholarship badge.The ache of every time someone like J.J made me feel like my worth depended on their approval.That slap was for every time he made me feel like nothing.It was for Tina.It was for me.By the time I stepped off the school grounds, I was trembling. Not with fear—but with adrenaline. It felt like I had cracked open something I didn’t know existed inside me.A voice.Power.The ability to push back.But the moment I entered the bus heading home, all that fire dulled into fatigue.My shoulders slumped.My knee
Carolyn’s POV The next morning, I woke up before my alarm. Again. My sleep had been shallow, broken by strange dreams and memories I hadn’t chosen. J.J’s face when I slapped him. His smirk folding into something almost… wounded. Julius defending me. Tina walking past me like I didn’t exist. It all spun in my head like laundry in a washing machine, leaving me tangled in sheets and thoughts. I wanted to cry. But I didn’t. I was done crying. I dressed slowly, making sure every button of my shirt was straight. Every edge of my skirt smooth. I even brushed my hair twice as long as usual. Because if the world was going to stare at me today… It wouldn’t be because I looked like a mess. By the time I got to school, the usual hush that followed me had returned. Students stepped out of my way like I was carrying something contagious. Some whispered. Some pointed. Others simply stared. I ignored them all. J.J was by the school gates when I arrived. He loo
J.J.'s POVAs I was in the classroom I was fuming and very upset, I tired to patch things up with Carolyn, tried to show her that I am not the villain or the bad person she thought I was, I tried to show her that I care and that I don't take her for granted but what did she do? she spite it right back at myself. I had to take advice from the internet just to make things right with her but it did not work. I remember the way I felt as I stood by the school gate, arms folded across my chest, trying to stay cool though the heat of the sun and the fire in my chest both begged to burn right through me. As my eyes scanned the crowd of students coming into the school restlessly until they locked on her—Carolyn. When. I saw her, she was, walking into the school building like I didn’t exist, like the hundred times we have spoken to each other even though it was mostly kinda a master-slave type of relationship but it was something, it ought to have meant something—anything—she can't ignore it
Carolyn's POVThe hospital room was too quiet.Too still.The kind of silence that didn’t soothe but gnawed at your nerves like invisible teeth. Even the soft beep of the heart monitor next to me felt too loud, too alive, in a room where I felt anything but.I stared at the ceiling, a pale tile that looked like every other one in the grid above me. Sterile. Impersonal. Just like the way people at Covent High used to look at me—like I was background noise. Unimportant.But things weren’t simple anymore.Because J.J. had changed everything.I rolled onto my side slowly, hissing as pain shot up my arm. My head hurts. My ribs ached. My temples throbbed. But it was nothing compared to the confusion that coiled in my chest, squeezing until I could barely breathe.George had told me J.J. punched him.Over me.I blinked hard, trying to make sense of it. The same J.J. who used to order me to carry his books and get his lunch for him? . The same J.J. Who wanted me to be an obedient pet. The boy
J.J'S POVThe drive home was a blur—just trees, traffic lights, and the white noise of my own thoughts howling louder than the engine. My ribs ached where George had landed that punch, and my knuckles were raw, scabbed from cracking against his jaw. Every throb reminded me of him. Of Carolyn. Of the humiliation I’d buried for too long.I pulled into the circular driveway of our estate, the iron gates closing behind me like the drawbridge of a castle I didn’t feel safe in anymore. The house loomed in the dusk, its pristine windows catching the last streaks of sunlight. Home.Except I felt like a stranger in it lately.Why the hell were they always home now? They normally are too engrossed in themselves and work to want to come back home, but these days I always seem to meet them at home. I slammed the car door, slung my bag over my shoulder, and walked up the steps. The double doors opened silently, and I stepped into the cool, expensive air of the foyer. It smelled like lemon polish
J.J'S POVThe hallway felt colder now.Each step I took echoed, bouncing off the sterile hospital walls like a cruel reminder of the emptiness blooming inside me. Her words looped in my head like a cursed song I couldn’t escape. “I don't care about your love for me... so please, just leave.”I left. I did. But every step away from her room felt like peeling my skin off, one slow, painful inch at a time. I was not surprised she hated me, I did cause her alot of pain and troubles, if it were me also I would hate me. But I was hanging on to that one last screwd of hope, one last flicker of light that she would forgive me or her heart would melt if she heard me telling her that I loved her. I shoved open the glass doors to the hospital entrance, the late afternoon sun hitting me in the face, but it offered no warmth. Nothing did. Not now.I reached into my pocket and pulled out my car keys, clenching them tight in my fist, wishing they were something—someone—I could punch instead. I shou
J.J's POVShe looked at me like I was a stranger.She looked me straight in the eyes this time, it was as of she was letting know that she was no longer afraid of me or the errand girl I once made her be and then repeated the words she had said earlier. "I’m tired, J.J." She said with a lace of determination in her voice "I don't have think for the love you have for me, to be totally honest I really don't care about your love for me so please... just leave."Those words carved into me deeper than any punch I’d ever taken, deeper than any wound I'd ever had stitched. The way her voice trembled but held firm—like she’d already made up her mind—made my chest tighten until I couldn’t breathe properly. I stared at her, trying to find even a flicker of doubt in her eyes. Something. Anything. But all I saw was distance. A finality that hit harder than anything I’d prepared for.“I stayed,” I said, my voice breaking before I could stop it. “All night, I didn’t even sleep. I—”A knock cut th
Carolyn’s POVThe last thing I remember clearly was the blazing red anger in Emma’s eyes… and then the cruel shove.Pain.It came suddenly, blinding, sharp — as my head cracked against the edge of the concrete pavement. The screams around me became distant echoes, hollow and warped, like I was underwater. I felt warmth trailing down my face. Blood. My blood. My breath hitched.Then — darkness.But before it fully claimed me, I saw a blur.No — I felt him.“Carolyn!”His voice pierced through the black veil descending over my mind. J.J. He was running. His footsteps pounded on the ground, fast and desperate. There was something in his voice I hadn’t heard in so long — fear.His arms were around me. I felt the weight of him as he dropped to his knees and scooped me into his lap. His hands trembled as they cradled my face.“Carolyn — baby, hey! Stay with me! Look at me — look at me, please,” he pleaded.I blinked slowly. Everything was hazy. Even his face — the one I once knew so well —
The warm fairy lights twinkled above the party like stars stitched into a velvet sky. Laughter echoed across the lawn, mingling with the clink of cutlery and soft music. I tried to stay grounded, to keep my smile wide and convincing, but inside me, a storm brewed. Every time someone hugged me or wished me well, I felt their eyes scanning me, trying to decode something I wasn’t even sure I understood myself.George was beside me, his presence warm and steady, his hand brushing mine now and then like an anchor. Aunty Pat had gone up to the mic again, wearing a bright orange kaftan with gold embroidery. She clapped her hands to get everyone's attention.“Everyone! Everyone, please!” she called out with that cheerful command only she could pull off. “Let’s all go to the garage! Carolyn’s birthday gift is waiting there!”The students cheered. I was puzzled. I hadn’t expected anything extravagant, maybe a bracelet or a new laptop. But the way she said it made my heart hammer against my ribs
I ran to my room but the two boys followed me in"I want to be left alone" I said"No I am not leaving" J.J replied "And I took" George added"if he doesn't leave I don't know if I can control myself from punching him" J.J snapped out of frustration. George did not moved and seemed unfazed by J.J's threats. Not wanting a septatcule on my birthday day I said to George "I will meet you downstairs, I and J.J have unfinished business"." I won't leave you alone with him" George protested"it's Okay" I replied "He can't do anything harmful to me"After what seems like a long thought, George decided to leave. The room felt too small, too heavy with silence after George left. Carolyn stood frozen, eyes still on the now-closed door, her heart pounding painfully against her ribcage. The kiss had been sudden, unexpected—confusing. Her lips still tingled, her body still reacting, but her mind was a swirling mess of shame, anger, guilt… and something else she wasn’t ready to name.J.J remaine
The week had been a blur.I spent the remaining days of the week ducking behind lockers, timing my exits from class, avoiding corridors I knew J.J. lingered in. If I saw his silhouette, I turned the other way. If I heard his voice — low and dangerous like a storm cloud about to burst — I held my breath and prayed I was invisible.George became my shadow. A quiet, patient presence I didn’t deserve but couldn’t live without.He didn’t push, didn’t ask too many questions. He just... showed up. Sat with me at lunch. Walked beside me between classes. Took up the seat behind me in every class he could rearrange his schedule for. It should’ve felt claustrophobic. But instead, it felt like a net beneath me. Like something solid holding me up while my world cracked open at the seams.Then came the party.Aunty Pat insisted. She said I needed a proper celebration, a distraction, a reason to smile. I’d argued, but there was no stopping her. She’d invited nearly the entire senior class and decora
J.J.’s POVThe whole afternoon, I couldn't get the image out of my head.George.Carolyn.In his arms.Her face buried against his chest. Her arms clinging to him like he was her damn savior.It made my blood boil.She was supposed to look at me that way.She was supposed to need me.Not him.Never him.I stormed through the school courtyard after the final bell, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides. I spotted George standing near the bike racks, Julius beside him, saying something I didn’t hear.It didn’t matter.All I saw was red.I stalked toward them, my shoes crunching against the gravel. They both looked up as I approached.George’s jaw tensed immediately, like he knew exactly why I was there.Good."You got a lot of nerve," I spat, coming to a stop a few feet away.Julius stepped between us, raising a hand."J.J., come on, man. Chill. It’s over, alright?"I ignored him.My eyes locked on George’s."I told you to stay out of it," I growled. "You knew what you were sup