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I was never going back there again. That was my resolve. After that disastrous introduction of a study group I'd resolved to never go into another one again. The next day I apologized to Mr Morrison for the sudden outburst and told him just that. His confusion and disappointment made a part of me guilty but despite his questions and requests all I could give him was an awkward apology. After that cane my next step. To my surprise, it didn't take me long to find out the said classes that I shared with Hayden vis the school lists, thankfully nonne of them i had attended yet. Immediately I found them I quickly transferred from those classes to alternatives. Within two days I had received approval from all the transfers, ignoring the looks around recieved from the Professors themselves. That didn't matter in the long run. What mattered was separating myself far away from Hayden’s maliciousness. And I succeeded. This was the end. Everything went well after. Throughout the week I had attended classes like normal , talking to Lisa and making new acquaintances along the way. Despite the setbacks I had in the beginning, my life was back on track. Now it was the weekend and I was more than ready to recharge for the rest of the day. If not for Mark that is, “I have no idea why you're roping me into this. Why couldn't you guys just do like any other couple?” I complained exasperatedly in the face of Mark's pouting face. Mark's sudden request had put a bender in my plans for the day. It was rather simple. After a week of talking- and constantly gushing over her to me- he'd finally set up a date with Alicia, the girl he liked. The problem? They had agreed to a double date, including me and according to him, her single male best friend who was accompanying her. “Come on, I don't know who he is, but I'm sure he's great. Alicia definitely wouldn't be friends with someone who isn't half as amazing as her,” he said and I held back the urge to tease the stars in his eyes whenever he spoke about Alicia. He turned to me with a smirk. “Who knows, maybe you might even like him.” I huffed, rolling my eyes when Mark leaned in. “Come on Coleen. It's just one double date. Don't you want to see your best friend happy with the love of his life?” A part of me wanted to tease him for being too whipped, but his sincere pleading made me stop. No matter how annoying it was sometimes, I did want to see him happy. “Fine,” I sighed reluctantly, “I'll go with you.” I fought a smile when he hugged me tightly. When the time came we headed to the restaurant they'd agreed to meet, stepping in together. We spotted her immediately, her description exactly as Mark had gushed over, with bright purple dyed hair and blue eyes. “It's so nice to meet you.” She smiled, before leading us inside. The moment I saw a familiar frame I tensed and Mark did the sane beside me. “This is our second contender for the date. Hayden, come meet Mark and Coleen.” she waved him over. My jaws clenched the moment his eyes met mine. Turning to Mark I found panic on his face before he made eye contact with me. “Alicia….I didn't know you knew…Hayden.” Mark chuckled uneasily and Alicia's brows furrowed in confusion. “We go way back. Do you two know him?” She asked “In a sense.” Hayden was the one to speak this time but his eyes were completely focused on me. Anger boiled inside me. What sort of sick joke was life playing on me? A tug brought me out of my thoughts and I turned to find Mark staring at me pleadingly. His eyes said enough. He was begging me to bear it, to play along for now. The urge to lash out was tempting but I forced it down. I wasn't going to let this or him ruin Mark's happiness. “Let's uh… get a table,” Mark said. Tension grew in the atmosphere as soon as we sat down. It was clear to everyone, Alicia included that something was wrong, but we all tried to ignore it. As time passed agonizingly slowly, Mark and Alicia got along despite the tension and I could see why Mark fell head over heels in love with her. My eyes were focused on them, watching them bond lost in their own bubble. All the while I tried to ignore Hayden's presence. “You haven't been coming to the study group.” my skin prickled as I heard his voice. Clenching my jaw, I kept silent, still decidedly ignoring him. Every once in a while, he continued trying to ‘make conversation’ with me. Whether it was to pretend in front of Alicia or to dig in a taunt, I didn't want to know. I kept silent, looking decidedly away from his direction, unwilling to respond despite his persistent stare. Clearly, he was acting oblivious to the hint that I wanted nothing to do with him. I tried to focus on Mark and Alicia's conversation when his sigh broke through the chatter, “Are you really so intimidated by me that I scared you off joining?” His words hit me like a jab and I could feel the outright smugness in it, “The Coleen I knew wouldn't have let anyone scare her off studying. Wasn't it your dream to be part of some prissy study community? Why back out now?” he asked With those words, my patience snapped. How dare he talk like he knew me? Like he could predict me? I finally turned to face him, yet as soon as I saw the smirk laid there, I snapped . “Why the hell do you care? So you can humiliate me just like you did back then? Tough luck Hayden. I'm done dealing with you.” I sneered, satisfaction filling me as the smirk on his face fell. Immediately after my outburst I realized how loud I'd been. Whipping my head I found Mark and Alicia staring at me, faces paling. Guilt filled me instantly. They were having such a good time and I'd ruined it. Taking in a deep breath, I turned away, walking out of the diner. As I called the nearest cab. I heard the door open behind me. “Coleen…wait!” he called out. And I frowned at the sound of Hayden's voice. “Screw you Hayden,” I shouted, not sparing a glance right before I entered the car. As I drove away I spied him though the car mirror running towards me and for a moment I was filled with confusion. Why was he persistently chasing after me? Why couldn't he leave me alone? Eventually the car drove past and he was soon out of sight. I looked away from the mirror shortly after. …. I didn't see or talk to Mark the next day. Even though I knew he wouldn't fault me for the incident. My outburst still sent waves of humiliation through me. Leaving the silent apartment, I headed straight to my morning class, still agitated from the day before. The class was spare, thankfully giving me time to think. At this point I wasn't sure what was worse, that I'd been in close quarters with the man I hated and encountered him three separate times in a row, or that with Mark's new attachment to Alicia, he was going to be a part of my life indirectly. The last thing I wanted to do was burden Mark with this. He had witnessed more than enough of Hayden's treatment towards me in highschool and the last thing I wanted was for it to affect what already seemed like a beautiful relationship. I would talk to him. There had to be a way to work around this. There always was. Prepping my books, I took a deep breath. Now was the time to focus. No more thinking about yesterday, about mark or h- A loud thump rang right beside me, making me stiffen. Someone was sitting beside me, their body nearly brushing mine. A wave of confusion rushed through me. This class had plenty of empty spaces. So why sit beside me? I looked up to speak when I froze in place at the green gaze. It was Hayden, looking straight at me.HAYDENI’d never admit this to Alicia or anyone, but I’d started memorizing Coleen’s schedule.It wasn’t as creepy as it sounded. Okay, maybe it was a little creepy but it wasn’t like I was stalking her. I just… had this need to be aware of what she was up to.Honestly, it was a miracle I’d been able to keep this up without her knowledge. Not to talk of the fact that it was so fucking difficult to do given my class and practice schedule but I’ve somehow been able to make it work.Ever since that conversation in the library, something had shifted between us. She still kept me at arm’s length, but it wasn’t like the iron wall it used to be. And if there was a chance that Coleen was going to give me even the slightest opening, I wasn’t about to waste it.But something about her had felt off lately. When she smiled, it didn’t reach her eyes as usual. She also flinched at sudden sounds and checked her phone like she was waiting for a bomb to go off.I knew what fear looked like and Coleen
COLEENThere were days when I felt like I was finally adjusting to college. When the air didn’t feel so heavy with anxiety and I could walk into a lecture hall without scanning for a particular pair of hazel eyes.This was not one of those days.“Tell me again why you’re refusing to come,” Mark said for the third time as he dramatically sprawled across the beanbag in our living room, chewing on a Twizzler.“Because,” I said, not looking up from my laptop, “I’m two chapters behind in my reading, my back still hurts from working on the field, and I’m not in the mood to fake smile at strangers tonight.”“You wound me,” he said, clutching his chest. “This isn’t just any event. It’s the first open mic night of the semester. You know, music, food, awkward poetry from people who overshare… It’s a rite of passage.”I snorted. “You just want to get on stage and sing so the cute girls swoon.”He wiggled his eyebrows. “Guilty. But seriously, you need to stop hiding in here like a recluse. It’s n
HAYDENPractice was hell.I don’t mean the usual kind where your muscles burn and your lungs fight for air and the coach’s whistle feels like a scream in your eardrums. No, this was a different kind of hell.The kind where your head's a fucking mess and your body refuses to cooperate.Every time I dropped back to throw, I felt like her eyes were on me even though she wasn’t there. Every time I ran a drill, I kept hearing her voice in that lecture hall. Coleen Maine was haunting me.“Michaels!” Coach Thompson’s voice thundered across the field. “What in God's name was that throw? My grandmother could make a tighter spiral!”I gritted my teeth, yanked off my helmet, and ran a frustrated hand through my sweat-soaked hair.“Sorry, Coach,” I muttered, already knowing I looked like crap out there.“You’re not even trying today!” he barked, storming toward me like a linebacker on a mission. “What’s going on with you?”“Just having a rough morning,” I said, avoiding eye contact.Coach folded
COLEENSometimes, pride had to be swallowed, even if it burned all the way down.I didn’t want to admit it, not even to myself, but my bank account was in the red zone. Between textbooks, and the occasional splurge on microwave noodles that weren’t the cheapest brand, I was barely hanging on.Not to talk of the financial hit I took when Mark and I agreed to rent a two-bedroom off-campus apartment.So, after spending the better part of a night staring at my empty wallet and ignoring the dull ache in my stomach, I finally did what I’d been avoiding, I walked into the student employment office on campus and asked for a job.The receptionist, a guy with square glasses and tired eyes, barely looked up from his computer screen when I stepped in. “Name?”“Coleen Maine,” I replied.He typed something with the enthusiasm of a slug and let out a long sigh. “Let me check what’s available for your year and schedule.”I shifted awkwardly on the cheap linoleum tiles while he tapped away. Every seco
COLEENI hadn’t slept.The night crawled by in a haze of embarrassment, replaying my outburst in class on a loop in my head. My voice cracking. My heart racing. The silence that followed. Hayden’s face, confused, almost guilty. And worst of all, the way the whole room looked at me like I was two seconds from combusting.This wasn’t how I imagined college going. It wasn’t even close.I curled deeper under my sheets, hoping for some kind of divine intervention. Maybe the ground could swallow me whole or I’d wake up in an alternate timeline where I’d kept my mouth shut and hadn’t exploded in front of my classmates.But the sun kept rising and the responsibility of going to school knocked like an annoying landlord.By 8:00 a.m., I was sitting up in bed with dark circles under my eyes and a knot in my stomach the size of a boulder. There was no way around it, if I wanted to survive this school, this scholarship, this life I was clawing toward, I had to face what happened.I showered, dress
HAYDENToday couldn’t have gone any worse.My attempts at speaking with Coleen went to absolute shit and I couldn’t even place my finger on how it went fucking wrong.Since I found out that Coleen and I went to the same college, I haven’t been able to get her out of my fucking mind.It’s like she put a spell on me or something. The guys on the football team heard about the disaster that was today, and it was all they could tease me about during practice.When I got my acceptance letter for a full-ride football scholarship to Domino's University, it was like a dream come true.This school was my first choice, and even though all my parents could care about was the fact that it wasn't Harvard, I couldn't care less.I had earned my place in this school. This wasn’t handed to me because of who my father was, I worked hard to prove myself in the classroom and on the field and it fucking paid off.So, I couldn’t give a fuck if my achievement didn’t measure up to what their golden son had,