Third Person POV The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the secluded corner of campus, where old brick buildings met overgrown hedges that hadn't been trimmed in months. The spot was tucked away behind the maintenance shed, far from the usual foot traffic of students heading to and from classes. The air smelled of motor oil and damp earth, mixed with the lingering scent of cigarette smoke that seemed to cling to everything in this forgotten corner of the university.Caleb's heart pounded against his ribs as he heard footsteps approaching on the gravel path. He'd been hoping to cut through this shortcut to avoid the main walkways, but now he realized his mistake. The footsteps were deliberate, heavy, and moving with purpose rather than the casual gait of students."Well, well, look who we found," came a gravelly voice from behind him.Caleb turned slowly, his stomach dropping as he recognized Steve's bulky frame emerging from the shadows between two buildings. Steve was built
Deborahās POV Olivia's eyes widened, darting around as her hand moved to the spot the punch had hit on her face. The shock in her expression was absolute, like she couldn't believe that sweet, quiet Charlotte had just hit her. Her perfectly manicured fingers trembled as they pressed against her cheek, and I could see the red mark already forming where Charlotte's knuckles had connected. The impact had knocked her slightly off balance, and she stumbled backwards on her designer heels."Did you justā" Olivia started, her voice higher than usual, but the words seemed to stick in her throat.With my eyes wide and my mouth opened in surprise, I turned to look at Charlotte, who looked at me with the same mirrored expression on her face. Her glasses had slipped down her nose from the force of the punch, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly like she couldn't quite believe what she'd just done. A minute ago, she was praising me for my bravery, and now she had done the same. Her small
Deborahās POV I darted my eyes from Liam and looked back at Charlotte, my heart still racing from that intense eye contact. The fluorescent lights above made everything seem too bright, too exposed, and I was grateful she hadn't noticed that brief eye contact between Liam and I. My palms felt sweaty against the strap of my backpack, and I could still feel the phantom weight of his gaze on my skin.I took a deep breath, the air tasting faintly of floor cleaner and the lingering scent of someone's perfume, as I noted that tomorrow evening was the dance and my poor fashion sense would be permanently taken care of and it would bring me closer to my goal of having Caleb see me as a woman and farther from the player that is Liam. The thought should have been comforting, but it felt hollow in my chest, like I was trying to convince myself of something I wasn't sure I believed anymore."You know what our other classmates call him?" Charlotte asked, making me blink as her voice cut through my
Deborahās POV "Debby!" Charlotte screamed excitedly just after we finished our computing structure exam. The sound of her voice echoed off the classroom walls, bright and cheerful above the murmur of other students that were already filing out of the classroom. I adjusted my glasses with a smile playing on my lips as I watched her run over to me, her backpack bouncing against her hip with each hurried step. The familiar weight of my glasses settling back into place felt comforting after the two-hour exam. I knew she wasn't running over to talk about the exam we just finished and acedāby the way.Students moved around us in tired clusters, some looking relieved, others worried about their performance. The fluorescent lights overhead cast everything in that harsh institutional glow that made everyone look slightly pale."Oh my god! You punched Olivia in the face," She whispered as soon as she got closer to me, her breath warm against my ear as she leaned in conspiratorially. Her eyes
Deborah's POV The unexpected punch from Liam to Caleb made me gasp as my eyes widened. The sound escaped my throat like air from a popped balloon, sharp and involuntary. My heart jumped into my throat, beating so hard I could feel the pulse in my neck. The bundle of clothes slipped from my suddenly numb fingers, falling to the carpet with a soft thud that seemed impossibly loud in the charged silence.Caleb stood up with both his fists clenched and ready for an all out fight between he and Liam. The chair he'd been sitting in rolled backward from the force of his movement, hitting the wall with a dull thunk. Blood was still streaming from his nose, creating dark red drops on his shirt and the carpet below. His face was flushed with anger and pain, his perfect features twisted into something I'd never seen before. The golden boy image was completely shattered, replaced by someone who looked almost feral.Liam was still standing in the same spot, his chest rising and falling rapidly li
Deborahās POV "Caleb, hey," I said somewhat enthusiastically, though the way I sounded was the direct opposite of how I felt. My voice came out higher than usual, with a false brightness that even I could hear. The words felt sticky in my throat, like I was forcing them through honey. Caleb's eyes widened a bit as he turned to look at me, his perfect features shifting from casual conversation mode to surprise in the span of a heartbeat.The morning light streaming through the window caught the gold highlights in his hair, making him look like some kind of golden boy from a magazine. Even now, after hearing what he'd said about me, my stupid heart still skipped a beat at the sight of him. His eyes were that same warm brown I'd been dreaming about for years, framed by lashes that any girl would kill for.In that same cocky manner with his easy smile, Caleb acknowledged me with a slight wave of his palm. The gesture was so casual, so dismissive, like I was a neighbor he barely knew inst