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THE 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.HAYDENJessica found me in the west hall.The long, empty corridor echoed with the faint click of her heels and the soft hum of the old grandfather clock at the far end. I’d been heading toward the study to find a bit of quiet, Coleen had gone upstairs for a nap, and I desperately needed a few minutes to breathe after the disaster of breakfast.“Hayden,” she said, sliding into the hallway with that same too-confident sway she used to have in high school.I froze mid-step. “What do you want, Jessica?”Her painted smile only widened. “What, no hello? No ‘nice to see you again’?”“I didn’t exactly put you on the guest list,” I said flatly. “Why are you even here?”She tucked a strand of perfect blonde hair behind her ear. “Jared invited me, obviously. He’s sweet like that.”“Sweet,” I echoed, rolling my eyes. “Sure.”She took a few steps closer, and I caught the faint scent of her perfume. It was sharp, expensive, the same one she used to wear senior year. For a moment, it was like I was
COLEENThe morning light poured through the tall, arched windows of the Michaels mansion, painting streaks of pale gold across the floorboards. I woke up slower than usual, cocooned in the softness of Hayden’s comforter.For a few seconds, I almost forgot where I was until I caught the faint scent of his cologne on the pillow beside me and the distant hum of staff moving downstairs.Hayden was already up. The faint sound of running water drifted from the bathroom, followed by the squeak of the door. He came out toweling his hair, wearing a navy sweatshirt and joggers that did nothing to make him look less unfairly gorgeous.“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said with that easy grin that still made my heart trip over itself. “How’d you sleep?”“Like a log,” I said, stretching. “Though your bed might be too comfortable. I might never leave.”He laughed. “Please do. My mom would implode.”I groaned and flopped back onto the pillows. “Don’t remind me.”He chuckled and leaned down, pressing a soft
COLEENBy the time dinner rolled around, I had managed to convince myself that it couldn’t possibly get worse than the afternoon.Turns out, I was wrong.The dining room was straight out of a lifestyle magazine, gleaming silverware, crystal glasses that sparkled under chandelier light, and a table so long it felt like a bridge. Hayden sat beside me, close enough that our knees brushed beneath the table, but even that small comfort wasn’t enough to loosen the knot in my stomach.Mrs. Michaels sat at the head of the table, perfectly poised, every movement graceful and deliberate. Across from her was Mr. Michaels, reading something on his tablet before setting it aside as the housekeeper entered with a tray of food. Jared sat opposite me, swirling the wine in his glass like he was starring in some luxury ad campaign.“So, Coleen,” Mrs. Michaels began, lifting her wine glass, “I hear you’re working part-time at the athletic complex on campus. That must be… exhausting.”“It keeps me busy,”
COLEENThe moment I stepped into the Michaels mansion, I forgot how to breathe.I tried to remind myself that this wasn’t some royal palace. It was just Hayden’s house. His childhood home. The place he grew up in. But the longer I stood there, clutching his hand, the less it felt like a home at all.It felt like a museum. A place where everything looked perfect but no one actually lived.“Wow,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.Hayden gave my hand a squeeze. “You okay?”I nodded quickly, forcing a smile. “Yeah. Just… trying not to touch anything. I might accidentally break a vase and owe your parents a fortune.”That earned me a quiet laugh, but I could feel the tension in him too. He wasn’t relaxed, not even close. His eyes flicked toward the hallway, toward the sitting room where I could hear faint voices.And then his brother appeared.He looked like Hayden, if Hayden had been raised on charm and self-importance instead of hard work. His smile was dazzling, all teeth and bright
HAYDENThe drive stretched out before us, the highway flanked by bare winter trees that clawed at the sky. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than they needed to, knuckles white, jaw clenched. Every mile closer to my parents’ house felt like another weight added to my chest.Beside me, Coleen shifted in her seat for the fifth time since we’d left campus. She fiddled with the strap of her bag, then her bracelet, then the edge of her sweater. Her nerves radiated like static. I wanted so badly to take them from her, but I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t wound just as tight.I reached across the console, brushing my fingers over hers until she stilled. “You okay?”She gave me a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I’ll be okay. Just… trying to prepare myself, you know?”“I know,” I said softly. “But, babe… you don’t have to prepare like it’s an exam. There’s no right answers with my parents. They’ve already made up their minds about most things before they even ask the question.”Her bro
COLEENI sat cross-legged on my bedroom floor, my suitcase yawning open in front of me like it was mocking me. A pile of half-folded clothes was scattered around me, sweaters draped over the chair, jeans tossed onto the bed.I kept pulling things out, folding them neatly, then unfolding them again, unsure if they were “appropriate” enough for Hayden’s parents. My heart hammered with each decision, as if picking the wrong sweater would seal my fate.If it wasn't already obvious that I was nervous about this trip, one look at my room would have given it away.“Are you seriously stressing over socks?” Mark’s voice floated in from the doorway.I whipped my head around. He leaned against the frame with his arms crossed, watching me like I was the evening’s entertainment.“They have to match the outfits!” I snapped, holding up a pair of plain black socks. “What if I wear these and his mom thinks I’m boring? What if I wear the striped ones and she thinks I’m tacky?”Mark snorted and sauntere







