Coleen Maine hated Hayden Michaels with her entire heart. After high school graduation, she thought she had escaped the hell that being a classmate to Hayden was. Being his academic rival was enough to put her, Coleen, at the top of his shit list. To make matters worse, he’s the hot, popular jock with a full-ride scholarship he doesn’t need, because he has all the money that she doesn’t. When Coleen finds herself in close contact with Hayden again out of no free will of her own, she expects things to be the same. But somehow, somewhere between summer and starting their first year at college, something changed. Now, Coleen isn’t sure Hayden hates her anymore. Between her new job, college, and her friendships, she finds herself wondering what lies behind Hayden’s deep gaze towards her.
View MoreTHE DAY OF GRADUATION, 6 MONTHS AGO
Coleen “This was all a mistake. I swear it.” I cried out, pleading with the Principal. Tears stung my eyes. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Today was the day I had been waiting for for ages. The day I was going to graduate. And it was ruined. All because of a prank. The older man looked at me with a look that made my heart sink lower. “I've heard you, Coleen. However, there is nothing we can do.” He said, “The graduation celebrations have ended and despite you being Valedictorian, you were not present.” “I wasn't there because of this. I'd prepared everything but someone played a prank on me. Look. The date of graduation was changed here, see?” i begged, showing him the phone where the evidence clearly showed. Please, please understand, I begged , After a moment, my phone was pushed aside and I held hope. “I'm sorry Coleen,’ he said and my heart sank instantly, “No matter what excuses you have, it doesn't change your absence during the graduation ceremony. You were the most important person there as Valedictorian no less, yet you were gone. As a result, we have no choice but to fine you.” My heart dropped lower before he pulled out a card. “This is an IOU to pay the graduation f*e as a consequence for your absence. Sign it quickly if you wish for your certificate.” He said harshly, I felt like I had been dropped underwater as I looked at the numbers laid on the document. This f*e…my parents couldn't afford it and I couldn't bear to burden them with it. I wanted to beg and explain , but the look on the principal's face told me that it wouldn't matter. Why did this have to happen? What did I do to deserve this? I forced my tears back as I took the nearest pen to sign the IOU. Taking my certificate, I turned to leave as quickly as possible. Now all I wanted was to get out of here “You really disappointed me Coleen,” the principal said, stopping me in my tracks, “You were also required to give a speech. We were lucky that in your absence Hayden was already prepared and he gave the speech ahead of you.” I stiffened at his words. Hayden? Rage boiled inside me. This was all Hayden's fault. I knew it from the moment I realized my calendar was changed. There was only one person who could have played such a prank on me. Who hated me and constantly tried to humiliate me in the name of rivalry and it was him. Hayden freaking Michaels. Ever since I entered this highschool he suddenly had an enmity with me. What started out as an Academic rivalry stormed to being subject to his bullying and remarks about everything else about me. How poor I was in comparison to me. And because he was the popular kid, from one of the richest families, nobody batted an eye. He was everything and I was a nobody. So I learned to match him and bear it. Beating him academically even if I couldn't in anything else. But this? This was where he'd crossed the line. I stormed out of the office, leaving the school building while still holding back tears while I stepped out of the school building when I saw him. Hayden in his graduation gown, still talking to some of his jock friends when he spotted me. And then he smirked. That was my last straw. A tear slipped out of my eye before I turned away running before he could see me crying. I practically ran out of the school, finding my way around the neighborhood to the destination I wanted. Wiping my tears, I moved towards his porch. Chase. I needed to see him- My heart stopped the moment I opened the door. They separated but I couldn't unsee it. Chase, my boyfriend was kissing someone else. He was cheating on me. “Babe,” he whispered wide eyed but I couldn't see anymore. Turning away, I stormed out of his house, ignoring his calls of my name. As his voice disappeared from earshot, I wiped my tears away, a bitter laugh leaving me. Before I felt sad, now I just felt empty. Life must truly have a vendetta against me. The moment I reached my home I rushed to my room only to freeze at the sight of mail, the name clearly written. A bittersweet thought pierced my mind. I had applied to my dream college months ago. To see a rejection would truly top off the day. I tore open the letter, ‘Miss Maine, congratulations, you have been offered a full ride Scholarship to…’ My heart could have stopped then and there. I read it over and over again to make sure, but nothing changed. I…was accepted? The sound of my phone ringing suddenly alerted me . I quickly answered it, still stuck in disbelief. “Coleen.” “Mark?” i answered shakily at the sound of my best friends voiced “Did you get it too?” A frisson of shock broke through my misery at his words and I gasped, “you also got a scholarship?” “Full ride to music major baby,” he sang through the phone and I gasped, “It's exactly as we planned Coleen. our dreams are coming true,” he said, excitement and I nodded frantically. “Yeah,” i.whispered, tears burning against my eyes. Ever since we became best friends, we'd made plans together on our dream college and majors, wanting to stay together through it all. And now they were coming true. After talking with him more, the call ended and I dropped my phone, looking out the window. This small town was all I knew. Thinking back to the dual humiliation and heartbreak I suffered today, bitterness filled me. The one day I was looking forward to and it had to end like this. But now I had a future, one that involved leaving this town behind along with everything that happened here. And that was something to look forward to.HaydenThe coffee shop was crowded, the low hum of conversation mixing with the hiss of the espresso machine. Jason and I had claimed a corner table near the window, the kind of spot that gave you just enough space to stretch your legs without brushing against the next table over.Jason leaned back in his chair, a steaming mug in his hand. “Man, I swear, these people put more caffeine in a cup than should be legal.”I smirked, stirring the foam on top of my latte. “That’s because you order the strongest thing on the menu every time.”“Hey, if you’re gonna drink coffee, you gotta do it right. I'm not going to do any of that latte shit. That's just a whole ton of milk disguised as coffee,” he said, then tilted his head, studying me with that easygoing grin of his. “So. Things have gotten pretty serious between you and Coleen, huh?”I froze with the spoon halfway to my mouth. “What about me and Coleen?”Jason laughed, low and amused. “Don’t play dumb. Half the campus saw you two at the t
ColeenIt was no secret that I was averse to social gatherings. I didn't like the fact that I was going to be around a bunch of people that I didn't know and would most likely be expected to make conversation with them in some instances.However, I didn't have a choice tonight. There was no excuse for me not to show up. That woul have made me the worst friend in the universe and I liked to think I was better than that.The auditorium wasn’t anything grand, just the small multipurpose hall on campus that student events always seemed to get crammed into. Still, fairy lights strung along the walls gave it a cozy glow, and the buzz of chatter filled the air as students trickled in.Beside me, Hayden’s hand brushed mine, casual but deliberate. “You sure Mark’s performing tonight? Or is this one of his fake excuses to get you out of the apartment?”I shot him a look, though I couldn’t help smiling. “Don't do that. Of course he’s performing. He’s been practicing that new piece all week, reme
HAYDENColeen’s apartment always smelled faintly like vanilla and fresh laundry. It was nothing fancy, just the small space she shared with Mark, but for me, it was starting to feel like a safe place. A place where the noise of hockey, expectations, and scouts couldn’t reach me.In fact, I could be beside a dumpster and still feel the same as long as I was with Coleen.She was curled up on the couch when I came in, a blanket draped over her legs, her hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. A textbook sat open on the coffee table, though the way she was staring at it, I doubted she was actually reading.“Long day?” I asked, shutting the door behind me.Her lips curved into a tired smile. “You could say that. You?”I let out a low laugh and dropped onto the couch beside her, running a hand through my hair. “Practice was brutal. Coach is pushing us harder with playoffs coming up. But that’s not even what’s draining me.”She tilted her head, studying me. “Then what is?”I hesitate
COLEENI have always shied away from the spotlight.Weird right? I mean I was the freaking valedictorian and I was going to give a speech in front of the whole school.Still, that kind of attention was different from the kind of unwanted attention I seemed to get in high school so I hated being noticed for anything other than my accomplishments.But it was virtually impossible for me to date Hayden and think that I would be able to escape the attention that came with it.By Wednesday, the whispers weren’t whispers anymore.It felt like every hallway I walked through carried my name on other people’s lips. Sometimes low, sometimes sharp, sometimes followed by laughter that cut deeper than I wanted to admit. I used to be invisible here. Nobody noticed me unless I raised my hand in class or clocked in at the athletic complex. Now, everywhere I went, eyes followed me.And not in the good way.I walked into my literature lecture, notebook clutched against my chest, trying to keep my head d
HAYDENThe student lounge always carried the faint, familiar stench of cheap pizza and body spray, but you learned to love it after a while because it meant somewhere to crash, somewhere to unload. Tonight it felt like home in the way only cluttered, loud rooms can be, messy, honest, and full of guys who’d seen you at your worst.I opened the door with Coleen at my side. She looked small next to the sagging couches, with her fingers tight on the strap of her bag, a careful, curious look on her face. For a second I had that stupid, protective impulse to steer her away from the boys, to shelter her from the noise, but she didn’t need shelter. She didn’t need me to fix her. She needed me to stand beside her. So I did.“Hayden!” Jason called from the couch, where he balanced a soda can on his stomach like it was a trophy. “There he is. Mr. Relationship!”The room filled with the easy, loud laughter we always managed. The guys loved a moment to rally around a new story. Coleen stiffened
COLEENIn my next life, I'm definitely going to be born into a rich home. Not that I wasn't happy with the parent I have, I was. I would choose my dad in every lifetime. But it sure won't hurt if he was crazy rich in his next life.Because if my dad was rich, I wouldn't need to worry about my finances or do hard labor. I would simply just be laid-back and study without any worry in the world.The mop bucket squeaked against the gym floor as I dragged it down the hallway, my arms aching from hours of scrubbing and wiping. My sneakers squeaked with every step, and I felt like a walking sound effect.I hated nights like this, the long shift at the athletic complex after a full day of classes. My brain was fried from lectures, my back sore from bending over treadmills and wiping down lockers. By the time closing rolled around, my body screamed at me to collapse on the nearest bench and never move again.But instead, I grabbed the mop, dunked it into the soapy water, and pressed it agains
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