MasukJuniper
Grayson seemed to catch my stare and his eyes twinkled with recognition and I immediately averted my eyes from him. The anxiety and slight fear of getting on his bad side seeping into my mind as i nervously fiddled with my fingers. Jasmine made me promised to stay away from them and I was going to do just that. “Hey? You’re the new girl right?” I looked up from my hands coming face to face with Archer. My eyes widened in horror as the three of them stood right in front of me. I tried to say something so as not to look weird but my mind was whirling with so many thoughts and questions. Like why the hell they all stood in front of me and acting like they wanted to talk to me. Must be a joke or something. “Hi.. ye..yes I am” I stuttered nervously finally finding the words to say. “You don’t need to be so scared of us juniper, we just wanted to say hi. Since you’re new here” he said my eyes widening in shock at how he knew my name. His smirk widened in a coy manner as he watched my surprised expression. “I’m Archer, this is Ivan and the glaring looking one is Grayson” he introduced slightly teasing Grayson who just rolled his eyes at that. “It’s nice to meet you guys, I’m juniper” I answered introducing myself already knowing that they definitely knew everything about me. Archer smiled at that immediately taking his seat next to me on the bench wearing a coy smile on his face clearly enjoying watching me fret in anxiety. Grayson and Ivan eventually left to join some students in the other side of the gym leaving just me and archer. “I hear you’re from Spain” he asked “Yeah, Barcelona actually” I answered my eyes wandering towards Grayson. He looked so attractive as he tried dribbling a basketball with his friend Ivan and I couldn’t help but stare at his exquisite body and facial features like a creep. Everything about this boy intrigued me. “Why do you keep looking at Grayson?” Archer asked his voice sounding slightly confused. “What do you mean?” I asked trying to play it off. “Like he’s some kind of experiment, you keep on observing his every move. It’s weird” he answered giving me a blank look. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was staring so much. Your friend just seems different” “It’s okay, Grayson has that effect on people, it’s no surprise you have a crush on him” Archer teased with a sly smirk on his face, as my eyes widened in shock at his words. “What?! No I don’t have a crush on him” I immediately refused his allegations the embarrassment eating me up inside as I heard him laugh out loud at my facial expressions. Yes, Grayson was serious eye candy and drool worthy but I barely know much about him to start crushing on him. I mean c’mon? “You’re so cute Juju” Archer said with a soft laugh causing me to blush shyly but my eyebrow raised in question at the name he called me. “Juju?” “Yeah. Juju. What do you think of the nickname? It sounds cute just like you” He smiled his eyes bright making his baby face look so much handsome and I couldn’t help but blush at that. “It’s okay.” “Of course it is, I came up with it. It’ll be like our thing okay” he said with a coy smile patting my head softly as I stared softly at him. Was archer flirting with me? Our thing?..Juniper The hallway was nearly empty, the echo of slamming lockers and rushed footsteps fading as most students headed home. My own locker door creaked as I shoved my books inside, hands trembling too much to fit them neatly. My chest still felt raw, like my heart had been scraped open, and no amount of Jasmine’s soft words seemed to ease the sting. “Juni…” Jasmine said gently, her hand brushing my shoulder. “Grayson’s just… angry. He’ll come around, you know that.” I shook my head, biting my lip until it hurt. “You didn’t see his face, Jas. He looked at me like I betrayed him. Like I wasn’t—” My voice cracked, and I slammed my locker shut before I could completely fall apart. “Like I wasn’t his anymore.” Before Jasmine could respond, a sharp, cruel laugh cut through the hall. “Well, well,” Ciara’s voice drawled, every syllable dripping with venom. “Look who’s been knocked off her pedestal.” I froze, my spine stiffening as she sauntered up, arms folded, her perfect hair swaying
Grayson The water was the only thing that made sense right now. Stroke after stroke, I cut through it like I could outswim the image of Juniper with Archer’s mouth on hers. But no matter how deep I dove, no matter how long I held my breath until my lungs burned, it was still there— branded in my skull, taunting me. Her lips. His hands. Her silence. I slammed into the pool wall harder than I meant to, the sting shooting up my arm, but I welcomed the pain. It kept me from drowning in the storm inside my head. “Jesus, Gray,” Ivan’s voice echoed across the empty pool hall. “Trying to kill yourself or what?” I ignored him, pushing off again, my body cutting through the water in another furious lap. The chlorine stung my eyes, but I didn’t care. By the time I finally surfaced, Ivan was crouched at the edge of the pool, his elbows on his knees, watching me with that calm, steady look he always had. The look that made you feel like he saw too much. “You’re gonna tear yourself apart
Grayson The lounge was quieter than usual, a low hum of voices blending with the faint crackle of the fireplace. I was halfway through answering a text from my father when her perfume hit me — sharp, sweet, and suffocating. “Gray.” My jaw tightened before I even looked up. Ciara. She stood there like she owned the place, hair perfect, lips painted that same shade of red she used to wear when she wanted me distracted. I hadn’t seen her in weeks, not since I caught her tangled up with some other guy in the back of her car. “What do you want?” I asked flatly, already irritated. She tilted her head, fake innocence dripping off her voice. “Just checking in. You’ve been… busy. With her.” Juniper. She didn’t even have to say her name. The venom in her tone was enough. I slipped my phone into my pocket and stood, towering over her. “If you came here to run your mouth, don’t. I don’t have the patience.” But Ciara only smirked, stepping closer. “Funny, you look like a man who’s about t
Juniper I slid into my seat in Literature, still trying to shake off the way Grayson had kissed me in the hallway like he was drowning. My lips still tingled, my chest still tight. I told myself to focus, to bury myself in the lesson. But fate, of course, had other plans. Because Archer sat two rows over — and right beside him, his twin sister Sophia. Sophia was effortlessly beautiful in that Daleton kind of way: sleek dark hair, piercing eyes, and a smirk that could slice through anyone. She was Archer in feminine form, which made her twice as dangerous. The moment I caught her glancing between me and her brother, my stomach sank. “Juniper,” Sophia sing-songed across the table once the teacher stepped out for a moment. “Tell me the truth. Are you and my dear brother secretly dating?” My pen froze mid-word. Heat rushed to my face as the class perked up, some heads turning. “What? No! Of course not,” I blurted, too quickly. Archer leaned back in his chair, that lazy grin stretch
Juniper The library smelled of old paper and lemon polish, quiet except for the scratch of pens and the occasional shuffle of pages. Midterms had everyone buried in books, myself included. But no matter how hard I stared at the notes in front of me, the words blurred together. Because my mind wasn’t on history dates or formulas. It was on Archer. And Grayson. “Earth to Juniper,” Jasmine whispered, snapping her fingers in front of my face. Her braids swung as she tilted her head, giving me that look — the one that said she wasn’t fooled. “You’re not even here right now. Spill.” I groaned softly, dropping my pen. “I can’t, Jas. It’s… complicated.” Her brows lifted. “Complicated as in you’re caught between the two hottest Daleton boys and don’t know which one to choose? Yeah, sounds real complicated.” I shot her a look, but my cheeks burned anyway. “It’s not like that.” “Juniper,” she said firmly, leaning in. “They’re both circling you like wolves. Grayson with his dark, broodin
Grayson The lounge was our spot. Leather couches, the faint hum of music from Ivan’s phone, and the lazy sprawl of bodies after practice. It was where we could be loud, stupid, and just… us. But not tonight. Not for me. Because every time I leaned back, closed my eyes, tried to unwind, her face was there. Juniper. Her soft voice at lunch, her trembling hand in mine, the way Archer couldn’t stop looking at her. “Man, you’re wound tight as hell,” Ivan said, tossing a football up in the air. “You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack before senior year’s even over.” I grunted, not in the mood. Archer smirked from his corner, stretched out like he owned the place. “Maybe he’s wound tight because of Juju.” My eyes snapped open. “What did you just call her?” He tilted his head, grin widening. “Juju. What? I’ve called her that since forever. She doesn’t mind.” My jaw clenched. “Her name’s Juniper.” “Yeah, your Juniper,” Archer said, sitting forward now, his tone dipping sharp. “But







