LOGINMany students cheered. A few looked at each other in confusion, maybe a little disappointment. Some of the ones surrounding me turned my way, looking for a reaction that I refused to give. I tightened my grip on the strap of my bag and made a silent decision then and there that I was definitely not
Liora’s POV“Pregnant?”The word squeaked out of me, high pitched and weak, before I could stop myself, making a few nearby students glance my way in confusion. Marissa and her girlfriend both gave me an apologetic look the moment they saw my reaction.“I’m sorry,” Marissa said quickly. “It’s just a
Liora’s POVI woke up the next morning with my mind already made up. The moment I opened my eyes, looking up at the ceiling as the first rays of morning sunshine played across the white paint, I knew exactly what I was going to do today.I was going to tell Callum the truth.All of it. Who I really
Something cracked in my chest. I felt alone and stupid and small, and in that moment, I simply didn’t have the strength to send anyone away.“One drink?” she asked, noticing my look. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, but we do have a history together, and I’d feel awful letting you sit h
Callum’s POVLiora’s door clicked shut behind her. I stood there for a long moment in the darkness, smiling like a fool.It had been a good night. Better than good, actually. I hadn’t planned on the concert going the way it did—hadn’t planned on a lot of things going the way they had over the past w
The first note was loud and raucous, nearly drowning out the roar of the crowd. Around us, the bar patrons surged forward, and I went with them without thinking, pulled in by the music.Somewhere in the first song, Callum appeared at my side.He didn’t say anything. Neither did I. We just stood ther
I stayed quiet. The silence stretched.“I’m wearing a lace set you’d like,” she added, voice low, teasing. “It’s lonely in this room without you. And no one will be here until morning...”“Bianca.”“Mm?”“That’s not going to work.”There was a pause, just long enough to catch the strain in her breat
He was…clearly avoiding me.And doing a stunningly good job at it.The whispers followed me everywhere, snide comments, stifled laughter, and more than one accusation that I had somehow seduced him into chaos and was getting what I deserved. Bianca, of course, was thriving. Her corner of the cafeter
LioraThe rain didn’t bother me.Mia would shrink away from it, try to avoid the frizz or the cold or the mud. But I always would something oddly comforting about the way it blurred the world a little. Like everything was smudged in watercolor, and if you stared long enough, nothing really looked th
LioraPaper hit the side of my head with a satisfying thwack.I simply raised the book a little higher above my skull, like a makeshift shield against flying insults and cafeteria napkins. Mia walked beside me, her jaw clenched, her eyes already scanning the hallway like she might chuck a binder at







