LOGINBrooklynThe girls’ locker room was almost empty after school. Only the occasional slam of lockers and distant laughter echoed through the long room as I stood in front of my locker, staring at my reflection in the small mirror attached to the metal door.I packed my hair into a ponytail slowly, looping the band around it twice before tightening it firmly.But honestly, my mind was barely in that locker room.It was back in Mrs Sinclair’s house. In Tyler’s bedroom, replaying that cold, ungrateful expression on Tyler’s face when he told me we’d changed.Like I was some random person he’d drifted apart from. Like we hadn’t once laughed at each other’s underwear.“Maybe we’re different people now.” The words rang painfully in my head again, sharp enough for me to tug my ponytail tighter than necessary.Because what the hell did he even mean by different people?For one second in his room, I’d honestly wanted to walk over and smack him across the head so maybe something inside him would
SydneySixth period after lunch passed. Then seventh, then eighth.Tyler didn’t show up once. And somehow it felt like I was the only person bothered by it.Everyone else just sat in class normally, answering questions, taking notes, laughing when teachers cracked dry jokes like nothing was wrong.At some point, I had to stop myself from turning around just to make sure Dean was actually still in his seat, and the occasional wince and murmured flirting I heard wasn’t something my brain had made up.But no.Dean was in class, Chirag was present too, and even Micheal.Oh, and Andy was in class too.That confirmed that every practice had ended after lunch.So where was Tyler?The thought stayed glued to me through every class, and the little I could catch from what was taught, I carved it in my memory, shoving the sick feeling in my stomach down.But by the time the last bell rang, and Tyler still didn’t show up? I knew something had to be wrong.And honestly, only two possibilities made
Sydney Well, good news, Tyler and Dean hadn’t been expelled. Bad news, they were being paraded into the gym like criminals on a Monday morning. Well, at least that was what it was supposed to look like. “Oh my god, is that a plaster on his forehead? Hot.” “I watched those fight videos more times than I blink. Tyler is so fucking strong.” “Gosh, looks like he rested up well. I wonder what else those arms can do.” “Violent and attractive is actually insane.” As crazy as the whispers floating around me sounded, they weren’t exactly wrong. Tyler looked…fine. Way better than I’d imagined. From what I could see, a small plaster sat beneath the dark hair falling over his forehead, and there was a fading bruise near his jawline that somehow made him look even worse in the most annoyingly attractive way possible. “I love violent men,” someone’s voice caught my ear. I blinked slowly. What? But as terrible as it sounded, Tyler somehow managed to make walking into a
SydneyBy morning, I confirmed that Maeve had dragged me out to the lake to also clear her suspicions about me and Tyler.But honestly? I wasn’t mad.If anything, admitting out loud that Sydney Walker had a crush on Lakeview’s golden boy and captain of the basketball team, made me realize how ridiculous it sounded.Tyler Sinclair and I didn’t belong in the same sentence.I didn’t even belong in Lakeview. And before you say anything, Tyler being in my room was not a sign. No matter how many times Maeve reminded me over text throughout the weekend.I learned to lower my expectations a painfully long time ago.But here’s the thing though, I woke up on Monday morning, and the first thing I saw on my screen was the game against Redwood scheduled for Tuesday.My eyes had widened slightly.Because that meant Tyler had to be in school for one last practice.And somehow, that alone cleared every trace of sleep from my eyes.And by the time I walked through the school’s doors that day, the ent
SydneyIt was beautiful.Not the kind of beautiful where you just nod at a tour guide and move on to the next thing.This was breathtaking. The kind that stole your attention completely. The kind that makes you afraid to breathe too loudly in the space.The place was silent.“Pretty, isn’t it?” Maeve asked softly beside me.But I didn’t even look at her. My eyes stayed on the dark lake in front of us.It stretched endlessly beneath the night sky, dark and still, reflecting the moon so perfectly it looked unreal. Like someone had poured the entire sky into water.From where we stood, I couldn’t tell where it ended, but I could tell it was surrounded by grass—well trimmed and clean, the few trees nearby swaying softly like they were protecting the place from the rest of the city.And somehow, it felt untouched.“Look,” Maeve whispered, tugging me lightly closer.My eyes shifted, drifting further across the dark lake. The city glowed in the distance.Tiny lights from houses, passing car
Sydney We got kicked out of the mall. Well…not exactly kicked out. More like chased out. Let me explain. “Come on, slowpoke!” Maeve had yelled, nearing the large building like it was her father’s complex, her energy still ridiculously high like she was running on vibranium instead of oxygen. Meanwhile, I was fighting for my life behind her. And before I could even ask what exactly we were doing there at almost closing time, she’d already disappeared through the glass doors. “I think we should get matching PJs. Or maybe sleeping bags.” She said, moving through the aisles. “Wait, no. You should just sleep in my bed. That’s way more fun.” We were totally in the electrical appliances section, by the way. I stared at her. Then, at the microwave beside her. Then back at her. “You like blue, right?” She continued, already halfway into another aisle. “Oh my God, we should totally get canvases and paint.” She suddenly grabbed a random white baby dress off a shelf and ga







