The lunch area, well one of the various lunch areas at Heldon was designed elegantly with comfortable seating arrangements.
The walls are adorned with artwork that cost quite a lot of money thus creating an atmosphere of inspiration and sophistication. The place was well-lit, with large windows offering a view of the beautifully manicured college campus. Several students interacted with one another, majority of these interactions based on networking and connections. Sometimes, it was sort of sad to see people not develop any real relationship. It was one of the few things that I was grateful for when it came to Nico and Rita. They genuinely cared for me and the smiles on their faces as I took my seat at their table showed that. However, no amount of smiling could ease my tension. I had slept with Rita’s sister’s ex husband and now I find out that he’s going to be lecturing me from now on. How was I going to face this? There was already no way in hell that I was going to tell them about it. Rita would kill me and even if she didn’t, I was not willing to take that chance. “Well, hello to you, Mr lost and found,” Rita said to me and took a sip of her iced tea, “Where did you run off to last night?” She asked. “You mean while you two,” I pointed at her and Nico, “were busy locking lips and forgot that you brought me outside to cheer me up?” “It did work out for you in the end didn’t it?” She asked and leaned forward making sure to lower her voice, “Was he any good?” “Was Nico any good?” She smirked. “I could give you some juicy details if you’d like” “Hell no!” Nico immediately protested, his face turning red, “Let’s not go ahead and do any of that please” Rita and I laughed. She loved to always get him like this and I, for one thought it was cute. “But seriously though,” Rita persisted, “Was he any good?” Tristan was good alright. Good enough to make me horny each time I think about the things that he did to me; things he said that I wouldn’t let anyone else say to me. But I needed to remember that his family ties to Rita and the entire situation in general, including him being my professor meant that he was now off limits. “He was okay, I guess” I tried to cooly play it off. “Was he big?” “Rita!” Nico scolded. “What? It’s not like we’re talking about some cursed object. Besides,” she glanced down at his pants, “You’ve got one too” Nico sighed and shook his head. “Why do I even bother with the both of you?” She leaned her head on his shoulder and looked up at him. “Cause you love us” He snatched her iced tea and began to drink. When she protested, he playfully raised the cup above her reach and laughed as she tried to get it back. “Whatever happened to love in sharing?” He asked. “It only works when I intend to share” she replied and snatched back her beverage. “Yo, check it out” Nico drew I and Rita’s attention to the door. Julius and Sophia had just walked in, hand in hand with fingers intertwined. My heart skipped a beat. I still loved this guy. Yes, I had slept with someone else to get over the breakup but I was still yet to recover. How did he go from being an absolute sweetheart to being a piece of shit with a mean attitude. He even said that he didn’t want people to know that he liked boys. Did that mean that he was truly just using Sophia as a cover and did he really mean it when he said that what we had was nothing? I watched Rita glare at them and then proceed to show them her middle finger. All without breaking eye contact. “Riri, don’t be like that” I said. God, why was I still defending this guy? “What’s he gonna about it?” She asked, “Try to start a fight?” “I’d love to see him try” Nico added, his tone serious. He was always ready for a chance to throw hands at Julius and I was sure that Rita wanted nothing more than to drag Sophia by her extensions. “It’s fine, you guys,” I said, “There’s no point pouring all that energy into something that isn’t even worth it” “I can’t believe that he settled for someone like her,” Rita said, “Are we really dating bullies in the 21st century? That’s who he chose? Gross” “Julius isn’t any angel himself” Nico said. “Oh my goodness, I know right. Such a royal asshole” I shook my head and laughed. I didn’t know what else to do. I was heartbroken, confused, possibly in trouble and I still had to find a way to navigate that while keeping my Gpa above water and attending class with a professor that makes my leg turn to jelly. All I really wanted to do was head back to the dorm and get some sleep. It was definitely a very overwhelmingly surprising day and it hasn’t even ended yet. “You good, baby?” Rita asked and touched my hand. I nodded. “Yeah, I’m cool. It’s just a little weird that’s all” “It is” “I think that I should maybe head back to the dorm and get some proper rest” I said. “You’re not going to go cry over that jerk are you?” Nico asked. “And that’s fine if he does” Rita said, giving Nico a small, nasty look. He looked away in defeat. He did not like to annoy her. Rita turned her attention back to me and gave me her most reassuring smile. “Hey, it’s fine to feel whatever you’re feeling right now. Take your time until you’re doing much better” “And in the meantime, we’ll be here cussing out your ex until you do” I chucked and began to gather my things. “You guys are the best.” “Yeah, we know” Nico said with a smug grin. “Whatever, while I’m gone, you two need to figure out child support payment plans with all that humping you get into” Rita grinned. “I always wanted a little boy” “I pick baby girl” I said. “We could totally name her Belle” “Isn’t that the chick that married a beast?” “At least he was rich,” she turned to Nico, “You wouldn’t mind our little girl marrying a wealthy but ugly dude do you?” “And fuck up my beautiful gene pool? God forbid it” “Aww, he wants to be my baby daddy” “Such a great pick, Rita” I teased. Nico groaned in frustration. “Don’t you have a dorm to go to?” He asked. “Fine, fine, fine,” I got to my feet, “See you later babies” I rushed out of the lunch area as fast as my legs could carry me. Today was really one hell of a day.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