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I don't know what I was hoping for. Maybe I was hoping for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. Or maybe I was hoping I had confirmed that Caleb was alone before I baring my heart to him and telling him my secret. Or maybe I was hoping for Caleb to stand up for me and stop Olivia.
But as I looked at Caleb, then at Olivia, then at all the students that had gathered around me, pointing fingers at me and laughing at me, I felt my face wet. I touched my face and realised I was really shedding some tears and that gave Olivia all the satisfaction she needed.
Unable to stand there anymore, I ran out of Caleb's dorm, absolutely embarrassed. As I pass through the hallway, several of the students laugh loudly at me. āWhat's going on, Debby? You're trending on Olivia's i***a,ā Charlotte, my best friend, mouthed to me as she saw me with an apologetic look on her face.
I couldn't answer her nor could I return to my room to cry in peace as Olivia had said. Everywhere I turned, it seemed people were waiting for me there, waiting to criticise me or to laugh at me for still being a virgin. It also seemed they were running after me as wellābecause why did it seem like footsteps were following me?
I turned back briefly and truly some of the students were running after me, with their phones clutched in their hands like they were still videoing my run of shame.
As I got to the end of the hallway, only two escape options remainedāthe gym and the male locker bathroom. I couldn't go to the gym because there was no place to hide in there as all the work out machines were in one open hall. And the male locker room was out of bounds for females for obvious reasons.
āDeborah, the borer, come take a selfie with us,ā I hear Olivia's voice.
āWe want your autograph, borer,ā one of her minions called far behind me.
Left with no choice, I ran into the male locker bathroom hoping that it was completely empty as practice ended more than two hours ago.
As soon as I enter, I lock the door behind me and rush to hide in one of the bathroom stalls with my head facing the floor because I had no inclination to know what the boys bathroom looked like.
As I took a few hurried steps, my body suddenly collided with something hard, making me jump in shock. With my heart racing, I lost my balance for a moment, my hands instinctively reaching out to steady myself as strong arms reach out to hold me steady at the same time.
I freeze, holding my breath as standing in front of me is Liam Reynods, with his chest bare and wet and a towel wrapped around his waist, it was obvious he had just finished taking a shower.
Before either of us could say anything, Liam's towel drops on the floor. āHuh!ā I gasp, keeping my head at his eye level, ādid your towel just fall?ā I ask.
āWhy? Do you wanna sneak a peak?ā Liam asked in a cocky voice, looking down at his body.
Unable to hold it in any longer, I burst out in tears as this wasn't how I had pictured my day or my confession to go.
āOh, come on. It's not that bad,ā Liam said, his hands still around me. But I don't realise that as my tears pour out more.
āI just told Caleb that I was in love with him, but then Olivia was there and now the whole school is gonna know that I'm aā¦ā before I could complete my statement through my tears.
āVirgin,ā I hear Olivia call from the other side of the door, her hands hitting against the door like she knew for sure that I was in here. āAre you in there trying to slip on some guy in the shower?ā she asked as I heard her minions chuckling excitedly beside her. āCome on, I know you're in there, Virgin. I can smell library dust and eyeglass cleaner,ā she added as she rattled the door knob.
Without realising it, I shrunk further into Liam's body hoping that I would just disappear and totally avoid the disaster that was about to happen if Olivia caught me in there.
In one swift move, Liam moved me to one of the bathroom stalls. Then quickly moving back, I hear Liam bend to pick up his towel, securing it tightly around his waist before opening the door.
āOh Liam,ā I hear Olivia say, disappointment clearly dripping from her tone.
āThere are no virgins here, but you already knew that right?ā Liam says with a playful smile on his face.
āGoodbye, ex-boyfriend,ā Olivia said with a roll of her eyes, then she turned and walked away, but not before both her minions sneak a peek into the room.
As soon as I heard the door lock back, I breathed a sigh of relief, āthank you,ā I said to Liam as soon as I came out of the bathroom stalls.
Wiping my tears with my palm, I decided to go to my room since the coast was clear, but as I walked past Liam, his hand held on to my arm, stopping me. āOh not so fast, Deborah the ignorer,ā he said, turning me to face him.
āI saved you and now you owe me, big time,ā He continued.
āNo way. Guys like you only want one thing,ā I replied. The fact that Liam helped hide me from Olivia can never change the way I see him.
āSuch as?ā He asked, leaning his back against one of the bathroom stalls, with what looked like a smug smile on his lips.
āHelp passing maths,ā I replied with a roll of my eyes. Liam was a player who was used to using whomever to get whatever he wanted.
āListen, I've got a really weird tech situation, and I know you're good with that kind of stuff. But it's gotta be kept a secret,ā Liam replied, pressing his fingers together like he was nervous.
Was I reading that wrong? Why would the captain of our college basketball team be nervous about asking a tech nerd for help? My eyes widened slightly as the answer occurred to me.
āIf you got a virus from a p**n site, that's your own problem,ā I replied.
āWhat? No, no. That's not it. Some stranger has been putting money into my account and I'm worried they're setting me up to make it look like I'm throwing games,ā he replied.
My brows furrowed in confusion, āMatch fixing? That also sounds super dodgy, I'm not touching it,ā I replied then turned to leave.
āWait,ā Liam said, stopping me with his hand on my arm again. āWhat if we made a deal?ā
Deborah's POV ***Two years later***I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, adjusting my graduation cap for what felt like the hundredth time. The tassel kept falling in my face no matter how many bobby pins I used to secure it."Stop fussing," Charlotte said from where she sat on my bed, already dressed in her own cap and gown from our graduation from college two years ago. "You look perfect.""I look like I'm wearing a very flat hat," I muttered, but I stopped touching it anyway.Today was the day. Graduation day. Not just any graduation either, but grad school graduation with honours. The gold cord around my neck marked me as someone who had achieved academic excellence.My phone buzzed with a text from Liam saying he was already at the venue with my mim rqcand the rest of our group."Ready?" Charlotte asked, standing and smoothing down her dress. She had taken the day off work to be here."As ready as I'll ever be," I said, grabbing my purse.The drive to the university auditorium
Deborah's POV The sunlight streaming through my dorm room window felt warmer than it had in weeks, or maybe I was just finally able to appreciate it again. I stretched in my bed, feeling the pleasant ache of muscles that had been worked hard during my morning self-defense session with Liam.Over the next few weeks, things slowly started to feel normal again, or at least a new version of normal that I could live with. We resumed our last semester in college. I laughed more. That was the biggest change I noticed. Real laughter that came from deep in my belly and made my cheeks hurt. Not the polite, careful laughter I had been forcing in those first days after the hospital, but genuine joy at silly things like Charlotte tripping over her own feet or Liam making terrible puns that were so bad they circled back to being funny."You're smiling," Charlotte observed from where she sat cross-legged on her bed, textbooks spread around her in organized chaos."Am I?" I touched my face and real
Deborah's POV My hands shook as I unfolded the letter, the paper crinkling softly in the quiet hospital room. Charlotte had moved closer, her presence a silent support, while my mother hovered on the other side of the bed looking worried.I read the first line, and my heart dropped.As I read the contents of the letter, tears dropped freely down my face, blurring the words until I had to blink several times to clear my vision enough to continue reading.The letter wasn't long. Maybe that made it worse somehow. All it said was how he loved me too much to keep putting me in harm's way and how it was best we separated because I was no longer safe with him.Each word felt like a knife cutting into my chest. I could picture him writing this, probably with tears in his own eyes, convincing himself he was doing the right thing. The noble thing. Protecting me by leaving me.But he was wrong. He was so completely, utterly wrong."That idiot," I whispered, then said it louder. "That complete i
The hospital hallway smelled like antiseptic and floor polish, sharp and chemical in a way that made Liam's eyes water if he breathed too deeply. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in a harsh white glow that made everyone look slightly ill.While the police came to take statements and photograph evidence, Deborah and all those who had been injured were rushed to the hospital in a convoy of ambulances, their sirens wailing through the night like a chorus of grief.Liam had ridden in the ambulance with Deborah, holding her cold hand while the paramedics worked around him. Her face had been so pale, almost grey in the harsh ambulance lighting. Her breathing had been shallow and rapid, her pulse thready under his fingertips."Is she going to be okay?" he had asked the paramedic, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes."We're doing everything we can," she had replied, which wasn't really an answer at all.Now, hours later, Liam sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair in the I
Deborah smiled as she watched Emma play around the garden.The little girl was chasing butterflies through the rose bushes, her laughter carrying across the manicured lawn like music. Emma's dark hair bounced with each leap, and her small hands reached out, trying to catch the delicate insects that always managed to flutter just out of reach.It had easily been a couple of days since Liam brought her back to his family's home. Four days, to be exact. Four days of slowly piecing herself back together in this place that felt more like a fortress than a house, with its high walls and security cameras and armed guards stationed at every entrance.And though she still had a few nightmares about Noah and Alice and even sometimes Caleb, she knew she was getting better. The nightmares came less frequently now. Some nights, she even slept through until morning without waking up screaming.It was all thanks to Liam and Charlotte.She saw their effort in every small gesture. The way Liam never l
Liam's POV Please be fine. Please be safe.The words circled around my mind like a prayer. I couldn't stop repeating, over and over until they lost all meaning and became just sounds, just desperate noise filling the silence of my own fear.My hands gripped the dashboard of the lead security vehicle so hard my knuckles had gone white. Every second felt like an hour. Every mile stretched out endlessly in front of us.We were tracking the location of the last call Alice had made. One of my father's tech people had traced it within minutes, pulling strings and accessing systems that probably weren't entirely legal, but I didn't care about that right now. All I cared about was finding Deborah.Alice had ordered takeout and had it delivered to an abandoned warehouse at the outskirts of town, which was a bit far from the college. Too far. The distance made my chest tight with anxiety. What if we were too late? What if something had already happened?While I prayed for Deborah's safety, ano







