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Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths Monday Mornings & Messy Joy
I stepped out of my dorm, dressed in my usual uniform of minimal effort and maximum sarcasm. Hair tied up in a high ponytail, lips glossed just enough to look like I tried — the usual Alina armor. The sun was already threatening to melt the sidewalks, and I hadn’t even reached the gates yet.And there he was.Nick.Leaning against the wall like a scene from some cliché high school drama — arms crossed, backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder, hair still slightly messy from the wind, and that easy smile he wore like armor against the world.“Morning, sleepyhead.”I blinked. “Morning, stalker.”He grinned. “What? I was in the area. Thought I’d wait for my favorite dramatic mess.”I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks pulled up in an involuntary smile.Nick Morgan. My human comfort zone.No complications. No haunting stares.Just sarcasm, shared fries, and stupid jokes about calculus formulas that sounded vaguely inappropriate.We started walking side by side, his steps naturally falling i
Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths Monday Mornings & Academic Bombshells
The night passed too soon.Way too soon.It felt like I had just blinked, and the universe decided, “You’ve had enough peace. Time to suffer again.”“Alinaaaa! Wake up!”I grunted and rolled over.“I’m not listening to you.”“Five minutes,” I mumbled to my pillow. “Just five minutes of uninterrupted sleep before I stab someone.”But Ethan, the menace, was relentless.“Get. Up.”I threw the blanket over my head like it was armor. “No. I’m dead. I died.”“You’re late for your life,” he shouted, yanking the curtains open like a dramatic soap opera aunt.Blinding light stabbed me directly in the retinas. I hissed like a vampire.“ETHAN I SWEAR—”Ten minutes, three death threats, and a lot of muttering later, I dragged myself out of bed. Washed my face. Slapped on some moisturizer. Threw on a hoodie. My soul? Still horizontal in the sheets.I stumbled downstairs, yawning so wide I nearly dislocated my jaw.And froze.There they were.Both of them.In suits.Ethan — my idiot brother — in a
Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths Movie Night: “Galaxy Goons 3: The Wormhole Wedding"
Ethan scrolled through the options like he was searching for a cure. Then suddenly: “Boom. Found it. ‘Galaxy Goons 3: The Wormhole Wedding.’”Mr. Wright exhaled sharply. “You can’t be serious.”“It’s iconic,” Ethan declared. “Best chaotic franchise since Fast & Furious went to space.”The screen lit up with the poster: a green alien in a tuxedo holding hands with a space pirate bride mid-explosion.I blinked. “What… am I looking at?”“Cinema,” Ethan said with all the pride of a film critic.Mr. Wright leaned back, clearly regretting every decision that had led him to this moment. His fingers curled loosely around his drink. The collar of his night shirt still hung scandalously low. Chest tan and annoyingly sculpted. Vaguely illegal.I ignored it.Badly.The movie started with a spaceship crashing into a wedding.Literally. On the altar. Someone screamed “YOU MAY NOW KISS THE BRIDE” as laser beams flew across the screen.I snorted into my drink. Ethan cackled beside me.Mr. Wright… b
Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths Football Match...I hate!
I was cold inside.Not physically. The haunted house hadn’t followed me out with its fake blood and broken mirrors.But my hands were still trembling faintly.My pulse hadn’t really slowed down.And my brain? It wouldn’t stop replaying the sound of the wall slamming down. The screaming. The blackness. The touch of his hand.But I didn’t want to ruin the mood. I didn’t want to be that girl — the one who drags her friends down because her heart’s still skipping beats from fear and confusion.So I smiled. Or, at least, tried to.Ethan found us a small restaurant tucked away near the edge of the park — dim lighting, red booths, cheap checkered tablecloths, and the kind of menu that stuck to your hands a little if you weren’t careful.“I vote carbs and regret,” Ethan announced the moment we sat down. “Pasta. Fries. Burgers. And something dangerously fizzy.”I slid into the booth beside him. Mr. Wright sat opposite, quiet as always, flipping through the menu like he was studying an ancient
Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths Danger Wearing Comfort’s Clothes
We hadn’t even stepped out of the car yet, and Mr. Wright was already looking at Ethan like he’d just been handed a death sentence wrapped in glitter.His arms were crossed. His jaw—tight enough to cut stone. His expression? The literary equivalent of discovering his carefully curated novel had been replaced with a neon-pink comic strip titled “FUNLANDYLAND.”“You brought me to an amusement park?” he said, voice clipped, eyes cold, like Ethan had just insulted Shakespeare to his face.“Surprise!” Ethan beamed, radiating chaos.“I told you I wanted peace.” Mr. Wright’s tone sounded like it belonged at a funeral, preferably Ethan’s.“And I gave you pieces,” Ethan declared dramatically, “of joy! Of excitement! Of your lost youth!”Mr. Wright didn’t respond. Just turned his head ever-so-slowly with a look that could vaporize a planet. Ethan, the unbothered phoenix, only grinned wider.I, in the backseat, shrank deeper into my hoodie.The tension in the car was so thick I could've roasted
Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths They are the Perfect Couple
I chewed toast like it held the answers to life, love, and algebra.Across from me, Ethan was already done with round one and piling up his second plate like a man training for the Hunger Games. Mr. Wright—Professor Wright—was sipping black coffee with all the serenity of a man who’d seen war, and now preferred eggs over people.And me?I was trying not to fall into the unholy emotional blender that was this kitchen.Ethan wiped his mouth, leaned back in his chair, and smirked.“You know, I think I’ve found your true calling.”“Chaos?” I muttered.“No.” He pointed at Mr. Wright like he was Vanna White showing off a prize. “Househusband.”Mr. Wright choked slightly on his coffee.“Excuse me?”“I mean, look at you,” Ethan gestured, wildly animated. “You cook. You clean. You scold me. You tolerate my stupidity. You’re already halfway there. Can be a good husband material!”I blinked. “Oh my God.”“You two are a rom-com waiting to happen,” I mumbled before my brain could filter my mouth.
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