LOGINColeen
I slammed the door to the apartment as soon as I arrived. Heavy breaths left me. It felt like I had just run a marathon. But nothing, absolutely nothing could get rid of the image in my head. How on earth did Hayden Michaels in the same college. That wasn't hard to find an answer to. This was a private prestigious college his family could afford after all. In some twisted coincidence, he had also chosen the same college. This was my Dream college, my hope out of those memories and he was here with them. “I can see you had some fun,” I flinched as a voice came out of nowhere. Looking up, I tensed as I found Mark staring at me from his doorway, a knowing smirk on his face. “How was the party?” I asked “It wasn't anything.” I said, trying to keep my expression from giving anything away. “Sure, I believe you. Coleen, all grown up,” he teased, To my relief, he didn't push the matter further, moving towards our living room as he rambled about his day in college. As he told me how he met up with a girl in his classes he was interested in I couldn't help but smile, genuinely happy for him. I was going to forget about that night. Whatever Hayden was doing in the same damn college wasn't my business. I was never going to cross paths with him ever again. Not if I could help it. … After recovering from the leftover hangover, I went to college for my current classes, set on moving forward with the day. In the midst of the classes and the familiar feeling of work, everything else faded from my mind. I was fine. Great, even. By the end of my final class for the day I stepped out only to be called by the Lecturer to see him. Anxiety filled me as soon as I was alone with him. Why was he calling me? Had something happened? “I'm sorry for the inconvenience Miss Miane. This should have been addressed earlier, but because you received a scholarship in this college due to your high grades, you have the offer if joining in an after school study group alongside other full scholarship students. Not everyone is present but they are actually having a meeting now if you'd like to join in.” Mr Morrison said. In an instant, the anxiety was replaced with pure excitement. “Thank you for this opportunity sir ,” I smiled, heart racing as he nodded. It took everything in me to not jump as he led me towards the ‘Scholarship study group’. Less than a minute after learning of it I was already excited to meet them and make new friends. I stepped inside and my smile froze in place, a chill filling me. A group of people were sitting in a group and among them… Hayden sat on one of the tables, eyes trailing towards me. “Ah, I suppose you've met Hayden Michaels, he was in the same highschool as you, I believe?” Mr Morrison smiled, seemingly noticing my stare. “He's also here on a full sports scholarship if I'm correct. He's also in several of your classes. Since you two are familiar I'm sure you'll get along,” he patted my shoulder before leaving me. How wrong he was. My heart sank into pure dread as I met the faces of the other people waiting for me. Their stares bored into me, expecting me to move but I couldn't, frozen in place. This had to be some sort of mistake. The Michaels family owned one of the biggest companies in the whole damn city. Everyone knew his name. How could he of all people need a scholarship? There were others, more deserving people who needed it. Not him. Bitterness filled my insides. No matter how unfair it felt , I couldn't find the words. It didn't change the fact that I was face to face with him once again. The one who I hated most, who for some twisted reasons I had slept with last night. Did he recognize it was me? Had he done it on purpose? Was he mocking me? Panic filled me, and I felt my belly roil when I met his gaze. His sea green eyes seemed to taunt me from here. And slowly, s smirk grew on his lips m I recognized that smirk. The same look he had given me after that day of our graduation. It brought me back to the humiliating prank after graduation. Bile filled my throat. I couldn't stay here anymore. I spun around, rushing out the door and ignoring Mr Morrisson’s calls. Blinking back tears, I ran out of the hallway and entered the nearest bathroom. Thankfully I realized it was empty just as the first sob crawled up my throat. “You can't cry now Coleen. You're stronger than this” I told myself, forcing the choked tears down. The entire day had been a rollercoaster of emotions by itself. First the one night stand and now this? What kind of sick joke was this? He was the last person “You're overthinking it,” I shook my head frantically. This was just a mistake. One that could easily be resolved. Thinking back to that signature smile of his anger welled up inside me. How could I let him singlehandedly intimidate me with only a single gesture? I was stronger than before, but I knew how to pick my battles, and he wasn't worth it. The place was big enough for both of us, and I would make sure that I never saw him. Ever.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







