LOGINOliver approached with a team mate, Ben, at his side, laughter still clinging to them like static from whatever inside joke they’d been carrying across the quad. Their voices blended into the general noise of the camp—shoes scuffing pavement, distant music, the low buzz of people who hadn’t quite decided whether the night was over yet.Oliver’s eyes found hers almost instantly. They always did, like a reflex he hadn’t managed to unlearn.“Hey, Sloane,” he said, easy and warm. “We were about to grab something in the main lounge—wanna come?”The words landed heavier than they should have.It was the first time Oliver had asked her to join them—join him—in months. Not a group chat invite. Not a casual “we’re all going.” A direct ask. Clear. Intentional.And on any other night, she might’ve said yes just to see what it felt like again. To pretend nothing had shifted between them since camp. To sit across from him and search his face for something familiar.But tonight, her head was buzzi
When she finally reached the track, the sun was slowly dipping, spilling that golden late-day light across the field. A few of her sophomore teammates were already stretching on the grass, laughing about something dumb. She dropped her bag beside them and joined in, forcing herself to match their chatter, pretending she wasn’t internally spiraling.A few minutes later, she saw Oliver arrive, jogging across the field with his usual confident stride—followed closely by Julian and Uriah.Great. Just great.Her stomach did a full gymnastics routine as the two of them joined the warm-up circle. Thankfully, she was on the opposite side, but that didn’t make the air feel any less charged. The minute she saw Julian, all those tangled thoughts and feelings from earlier started buzzing again. Luckily he didn't catch her stealing some glances. She needed to get a grip, fast, or her performance was going to crash and burn. So she decided to actively ignore him and concentrate on the practice.C
A minute later, Julian’s tone softened, casual but probing. “So,” he said quietly, eyes still on his notebook, “what’s going on with that King guy?”It took Sloane a moment to process. “What?”“Oliver. That’s his last name, right? King?”Her hand froze mid-note. “Oh…Yeah. Why?”Julian shrugged, pretending to focus on the next equation. “Dunno. Just thought there was something there. Didn’t want to, you know, cause havoc or something. It’s only the start of the semester.”Her brain tripped over itself. “Havoc?” she repeated, keeping her voice low. “You didn't seem to care about that before, at camp.”He smirked, tapping his pencil on the margin. “Maybe. But the way he looked at you, he didn't look very friendly at us.” He glanced sideways at her, voice dropping even quieter. “And I am not a home wrecker.”Sloane felt a vein pop in her forehead, the numbers on the page suddenly blurry. It took all her self control to not give into the embarrassing rage of that memory.. “He is my best fr
The campus looked deceptively peaceful that morning—like it hadn’t just swallowed a hundred overworked students back into its stone belly after the summer vacations. New Semester, New Me, Sloane though with pretended optimism.Sloane stood outside her dorm, clutching her travel mug like it was the only thing keeping her upright. The sky was a muted gray with the early mist, the kind that promised rain but never quite delivered. Her legs still ached from training camp, her brain still felt like mush, and the only coherent thought she could string together was coffee first, civilization later.The familiar hum of campus life began to rise around her—the sound of skateboards rattling down the path, sneakers squeaking against wet concrete, someone laughing too loud at something stupid.Her phone buzzed. A text from Laura.babyLaura: you alive? Lynn says Uriah saw Julian at the gym already lolSunSloane: You don't say (¬.¬)Sloane snorted into her coffee. Of course he was. The man prob
By the time they got back to camp, the porch lights were dimmed and the air carried that soft, sleepy hush that came after 2 a.m. The gravel crunched beneath their shoes like the night itself was eavesdropping.Sloane barely had time to kick off her sneakers before Laura and Lynn pounced."Spill," Laura demanded, hands on her hips, eyes blazing with the kind of energy only fueled by gossip and caffeine. "Start talking, Sloane.""I—what?" Sloane blinked, still halfway through pulling her hoodie over her head. "About what?" She let out a sigh out loud when she was finally free from that torturous bra."Don't play dumb!" Lynn squeaked, her voice rising an octave in excitement. "Julian! You and Julian! You've been holding out on us!"Sloane groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "Oh my god. There's nothing to hold out about." She wiped her face fiercely, couldn't take off the make up fast enough."Nothing?" Laura repeated, eyebrows shooting up. "You mean to tell me you've met him before,
"I was trying to get your attention! You had your AirPods in, you heathen!" she said, crossing her arms defensively—though the corner of her mouth betrayed her with a twitch. "Oh gosh, let it go!"His grin widened. "You could've, I don't know, tapped me on the shoulder? Used your words?""I did! Twice! You ignored me!""I didn't ignore you—I couldn't hear you.""Excuses," she declared, like she'd just won a trial. "Desperate times, desperate measures."Julian ran a hand through his hair, laughing. "I remember turning around and thinking, 'Who the hell throws breakfast food at strangers? What kind of country is this?'"Sloane snorted. "Yeah, and then you glared at me like I'd personally offended your ancestors.""I was startled! You don't expect a bagel to become a projectile weapon at eight a.m. outside the admin office."They both burst out laughing, their voices echoing off the porch beams, breaking the soft rhythm of crickets outside.Julian glanced at her with that lazy half-smile







