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Lena’s POVBy the time I get home that evening, my mind is already made up, even though a small part of me keeps trying to question it like I still have time to change my decision, but I know I don’t because this isn’t one of those choices I can afford to delay when money is involved and bills don’t wait for you to feel ready.I drop my bag on the bed and stand there for a moment, looking around my room in a way I haven’t done in a long time, taking in the small space, the familiar arrangement, the things I’ve managed to gather over time, and suddenly it feels different, not because anything has changed but because I know I’m about to leave it, even if it’s just for a job.This place has never been much, but it’s mine, and for a brief second, the thought of leaving it settles somewhere deeper than I expected, making me hesitate just enough to notice the feeling before I push it aside.Then I remember the amount Amelia mentioned, and just like that, hesitation stops being an option beca
Lena’s POVI got to school half sleepy and half awake. I couldn't get much sleep because I was nervous about my new work that looked like a set up.It feels normal in a way that almost annoys me, because nothing about my life is actually normal anymore, not after yesterday, not after finding out that the job I accepted somehow places me inside Derek Hayes’ house like that is something a person just adjusts to overnight.I try to focus in class, I really do, but my mind keeps drifting back to the same thing, the house, the silence inside it, the way he looked at me like I was a mistake that walked in uninvited, and the part that keeps replaying the most is that word he said so casually.Live-in.By lunch, the noise around me should have been enough to distract me, conversations overlapping, trays clattering, people laughing too loudly like they always do, but even that doesn’t fully pull me out of my thoughts, not until I notice a shift in the air around me.I don’t need to look up imm
Derek’s POVI almost ignored the notification when it flashed across the screen.There is always movement at the gate, deliveries, random people, sometimes guests who show up uninvited thinking this place is as accessible as it looks from the outside, so I didn’t pay attention at first until something about the figure standing there made me look twice.At first, I thought I was mistaken.So I zoomed in.And then I just stared at the screen, my expression slowly shifting from mild curiosity to complete disbelief, because there was no way I was actually seeing what I thought I was seeing.It was her…The same girl from school.The same girl from the cafeteria and the one who turned a simple delivery into a full-blown disaster, and now she was standing at my gate like she had every right to be there.I leaned back slightly, letting out a quiet breath as I tried to make sense of it, but the more I looked, the less sense it made.though she was with a familiar face from our school…both look
Lena’s POVThe gate slides open slowly, almost too smoothly, and I find myself stepping in without realizing I’ve been holding my breath this whole time.Amelia stops walking beside me.“Go on,” she says, like this is the easiest thing in the world.I turn to her quickly.“You’re not coming in?”She shakes her head.“No. You’ll be fine. Just be calm and be on your best behavior.”I let out a small breath, trying not to look as nervous as I suddenly feel.“Okay.”She gives me one last look, then added, “And don’t talk too much.”That almost makes me smile.“That part is easy.”She smiles a little, then steps back, leaving me standing there alone like I just signed up for something I don’t fully understand yet.The compound is quiet.Not the graveyard kind of quiet, the kind of quiet that makes you eager to want to hear something…even if it's a water drop.Just want to hear something to confirm if this is real or not.For a house this big, I expect to see at least one or two people movi
Lena’s POVBy the time lunch ends, I already know today is not going to get better.It’s just one of those days where everything feels off, even when nothing is happening anymore.I walk out of the cafeteria with Maya beside me, her voice still sharp from earlier.“I swear, Lena, if she touches your stuff again, I’m not going to keep quiet.,”I give a small shrug.“It’s fine.”She stops walking immediately.“It’s not fine.”I know that.But I also know arguing about it won’t change anything.So I just give her a small smile and keep walking.The rest of the day passes slowly.Too slowly.People whisper saying only God knows what.Some stare and some pretend not to.I keep my head down and focus on getting through each class.One at a time.By the time the final bell rings, I feel drained.Not tired.Just…done.“Come on,” Maya says, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Let’s go before I find someone to fight.”That pulls a small laugh out of me.“Please don’t.”We walk toward the sch
Derek’s POVI see it happen, in that familiar, almost predictable way things unfold in this place, where certain people move like they already know no one is going to stop them, and Vanessa walking toward Lena’s table doesn’t immediately feel like something important, just another situation that will probably pass like most things do.Maya reacts first, which isn’t surprising because she looks like the type who gets involved without thinking twice about whether she should, her body already tense before anything fully happens, while Lena stays where she is, not frozen, not confused, just sitting there in a way that feels too still for what’s about to happen.Vanessa doesn’t hesitate when she reaches for the bag, and that’s the part that makes it clear this isn’t random, because people hesitate when they’re unsure, when they’re testing boundaries, but she doesn’t, her hand moving like she’s done this before, like she already knows how it ends.I don’t move.Not because I don’t see it, b







