“I don’t get it,” I tossed my phone on my bed and groaned in frustration, “He isn’t replying my texts and he’s not answering the phone either.”
Nico, my college roommate and one of my best friends sighed as he spun himself around on the spinning chair placed next to the study desk. “Dude, it’s obvious that he’s blowing you off and probably blowing on some other guy while he’s at it” I tossed a pillow at him and he laughed as it made contact with his face. “Don’t say that” I scolded, “Julius likes me way too much to do any of that” Nico shook his head and hugged the pillow. “You know you can do way better than him, right?” Better than Julius? He was the golden boy of Heldon college and indisputably one of the wealthiest and most attractive guy on campus. Not to mention how he touched me the way nobody else could. It was so easy for him to see through me and turn me on. So who exactly is supposed to be better than him? I could hardly think of any other person. Plus, I had feelings for him. “I don’t know why you keep acting like he’s the spawn of the devil. Julius is a good guy” I defended my boyfriend. “I don’t know many good guys who act the way he does. Has he decided to make your relationship official and open yet?” “Not yet, but he….” “And he’s blowing you off on top of all of it” “These things take time, Nico. It’s not exactly easy to come out of the closet. Plus, his folks are super strict and religious” “I bet they are” Nico responded sarcastically. “They actually are. He just doesn’t want to get in trouble with them because of me. He’s really a good guy if you take the time to know him” “I know Julius and he’s an arrogant prick,” he tossed the pillow at me and i caught it, “You, on the other hand need to get to meet new people. Who knows, you could meet a cute guy that doesn’t hide you” “Julius isn’t hiding me” “I bet you a thousand dollars that he is” I scoffed at him and rolled my eyes. “Get off my dick, Nico. You’re not exactly the best at this love thing seeing as you and Rita still don’t know what you are” “Rita and I are a completely separate situation and you know that” I folded my arms. “Yeah right. You’ve been in love with her for years and all you two do is make out. Hello, give it a tag already” “I want to. She’s the one whose scared of commitment. Her sister’s divorce did a number on her” “Was it that bad?” “Bad enough for her to never trust a word that comes out of a man’s mouth” I sighed and lay back on one of the two large beds that was provided for Nico and I in our standardized dorm room. Rita was a wonderful person and an even better friend. It sucked that she was not willing to take a shot at love especially with Nico. He may be a tad annoying but he was a great guy with even better intentions. “So what really happened?” I asked. He shrugged. “Don’t know, man. Not my story to tell” I understood. “Hey, maybe I should stop by his dorm and see what he’s up to” I blurted out. “Stop by where?” He asked like he didn’t already know. “Julius’ private dorm” I replied Nico scoffed and shook his head. “And the asshole even has a private dorm” he murmured. “Don’t be jealous, Nico. Your family is pretty rich as well” He shook his head. “It’s not about that. I told you that he was an arrogant prick.” It was my turn to roll my eyes. Nico always had something negative to say about Julius. He was usually nice to other people but it was a load of criticism and accusations when it came to Julius. “Do you think you can take me there?” I asked and Nico froze and stared at me. “What?” “I… well, look, Nico I don’t want to go alone” “You’re about to make me very uncomfortable, Alex” “I know and I’m so sorry but…” “You do know that I really don’t like this guy right?” I hated that i was dragging him into this but i was losing my mind here. I needed to know if my boyfriend is trying to silently dump me.. “I just want to find out what’s wrong with us and why he’s been avoiding me” Nico rose to his feet, his curly hair bounced on his shoulders. “Or I could tell you what is really going on and we could save us so much time” I got up and picked up my jacket and wallet. “It’s fine,” I said as I put on the jacket, “I’ll see you very soon” Nico called out for me as i was headed for the door. “Dude, are you serious? You really could be chilling and watching demon slayer right now” I turned to face him; there wasn’t a smile on my face. “Will you help me or not?” Nico studied me for a moment and slumped his shoulders in defeat. “Whatever, dude. Let me grab my keys” My face lit up as I watched him grab his car keys and throw on a hoodie to ward off the cold outside. “Thank you, thank you, thank you” I was glad that I didn’t have to go alone just in case my intuition was right and Julius was over what we had. I really did hope that I was wrong though. Besides, I don’t think I’m ready to live a life without him in it. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m not walking you into his so called private dorm just so you know” He dragged the words private dorm. “It’s fine. Can we please leave already?” “Yeah, come on” I grabbed Nico’s hand and pulled him out of the dorm room and he followed with very little resistance.115[ALEX'S POV]Cheers erupted from our friends as I knelt with him, pulling him into a fierce, breathless hug. The applause from Nico, Rita, Marilyn, and Mathew was thunderous, a joyous sound of love and support. We kissed, and in that moment, all the pain of Heldon, all the long, lonely nights in Australia, all the uncertainty of our future simply dissolved. It was just us, in a circle of love and celebration, finally home and finally whole. The ring felt impossibly light and impossibly heavy all at once on my finger.As our lips parted and the cheers reached their peak, the doorbell rang.The sound was a jarring, discordant note in the symphony of our joy. Marilyn, bless her heart, bustled to the door. I saw her open it to a girl who couldn't have been more than seventeen or eighteen. She was pretty in an unassuming way, with kind eyes and long, brown hair. She wore a simple, functional backpack and looked lost, a little out of place, and entirely unfamiliar."Hello dear," Maril
[Four years later....]The descent into the familiar sprawl of Los Angeles felt surreal. For four years, our lives had been framed by the endless blue of the Pacific from a different hemisphere, the sun rising on a new day while America slept. Now, the sprawling grid of city lights below us was a promise, a beacon of a life we had worked so hard to reclaim. I felt Tristan’s hand tighten around mine, his thumb tracing a slow, steady pattern on my knuckles."Home," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me.I just nodded, my throat tight. The last time we had left, it had been an escape. A frantic, humiliating flight from a life that had been ripped to shreds. The scandal that had consumed Heldon University—and our lives—had forced us to rebuild from the ground up. Tristan had lost his job, his reputation, his life's work. I had lost my scholarship, my future, and the trust of my friends that I had thankfully managed to regain before we left.Australia had been ou
The sleep that had swallowed me was a heavy, dreamless blanket, a welcome oblivion from the crushing weight of reality. I woke slowly, the morning light filtering through Tristan's curtains feeling foreign and soft. The house was quiet, but as I made my way to the living room, I heard hushed voices.My heart immediately seized with panic. Tristan? Was he on the phone with his lawyer? With the university? I rounded the corner, expecting to see him pacing, but stopped dead in my tracks.Sitting on the sofa, looking small and exhausted but undeniably real, were Rita and Nico. Wait, how? Is this a dream? What were they doing here?Oh no, they came here to give me more of a tongue lashing? Well, I'm not going to stay and let that happen. I turned to run back into my bedroom when I heard his voice.Nico looked up first, his eyes wide with relief. "Alex," he breathed.Rita just stared, her face a complicated mess of shame and relief. I felt my legs quake under me but I fought to keep steady
The tranquil elegance of Samantha's home had been a temporary haven, but her words had been a catalyst. I drove away, my mind no longer held any resentment.In its stead was a storm of guilt and regret. Alex. Nico. My two best friends. I had turned my back on them when they needed me most, all because of a truth I had completely misunderstood. Even if I had misunderstood it, I was right to be angry. Tristan had broken my sister's heart but he had done his best to make up for it with her and had given her a shot at happiness.Samantha had let go of the anger and pain that I was still stubbornly holding on to all these years. It was the reason that Alex must have been so scared to tell me the truth about what was happening.I thought back to the way that I had come at him that day. The awful names that I had called him. It made me flinch the more I dwelled on it. I was angry and I had said some very cruel things.I wish I could take them back.I wish that I could take care of Alex now.
The dorm room, the campus, my friendships—it all felt like a battlefield. The only person I could think to go to was my sister, Samantha. I drove to her house, a sprawling, modern-gothic marvel tucked away in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood. My own family's wealth meant I was used to this kind of luxury, but Samantha's home was a masterpiece of taste and refinement. At least that was how I felt. Our mother, on the other hand, felt it was too morbid.It reminded her of a horror movie and she hated it. Samantha didn't care about our mother's feelings. She liked to do what she liked.As I walked up the marble steps, past the impeccably manicured lawn and the fountains that whispered rather than splashed, my chaotic emotions felt completely out of place. The floor-to-ceiling windows seemed to look out on a world of perfect order, and the air inside smelled of expensive lilies and quiet wealth. It was all so serene, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me.I found Samantha in her
The quiet of the house felt deafening, usually it would have been punctured by laughter and stories but not today.Today, we were dragged into the storm that our lives had become all of a sudden. Alex was asleep, finally, a deep, heavy quiet emanating from the bedroom. I’d watched him collapse onto the bed, pulling the comforter over his head like a child seeking shelter from a monster. I had said nothing. All I could do was watch from the doorway.His raw pain, the way he’d flinched from Nico, the primal scream he’d let out at Caleb—my Alex. My poor darling was utterly shattered and it was all because of me.My own email, the cold, curt termination notice, felt like a branding iron against my skin. Professor Tristan Walker. Archeology Department Head. Gone. Just a few lines of corporate jargon, severing years of dedication, research, and passion. It was swift, brutal, and completely absolute. The university, in its infinite wisdom and self-preservation, had acted with ruthless ef