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SEVENTY EIGHT
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2025-06-05 20:22:17
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WRECK ME QUIETLY EIGHTY TWO
SAMANTHAI woke up to warmth.Too much of it.Mason’s arms were locked around my waist like a human seatbelt, his chest pressed firm and solid against my back. His breath fanned hot against my neck, and…Oh.Oh.Something else was pressed against me, too.My eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the soft morning light sneaking through my curtains. I didn’t remember falling asleep.I definitely didn’t remember giving him permission to turn into a literal furnace in the middle of the night.He shifted behind me, just a little, and I felt it again... hard, solid, unmistakable.My breath caught in my throat.He was… yeah. Very much there. And very much hard.I should’ve moved. I should’ve slid out of bed like a normal person with boundaries and self-respect.But instead, I just… lay there. Stupidly still. Caught between logic and the ache blooming low in my stomach.His arms tightened around me in his sleep, pulling me closer like his body knew mine. Like it had already made the decision
WRECK ME QUIETLY EIGHTY ONE
SAMANTHAI slammed the door behind me harder than I meant to and leaned back against it, eyes squeezed shut.No tears. Not again. I didn’t have any left anyway.The hallway was still. No sounds, no movement, just me and the echo of everything I didn’t say to Macey.I dropped my bag by the shoe rack and exhaled hard. I was exhausted.Talking about Mason was like scraping at a scab that never healed. But what drained me more was begging Macey. For forgiveness. For answers. For just... anything.I’d gone over there hoping for peace. All I got was the ache of pretending I wasn’t still holding my breath around her.I walked into the living room, tossed my phone face-down on the couch like it had offended me, and stood there for a second. Staring at nothing.I needed to get out of my head.School. I needed to focus on school.I picked up my sketchbook from the coffee table and grabbed a pencil, sliding to the floor, crossing my legs. My back hit the edge of the couch cushion.“Crying didn’t
WRECK ME QUIETLY EIGHTY
MASON“Are you mad?” He asked, calm. Too calm.I blinked. “What?”“Are you mad?” He repeated.Mom froze mid-scoop, the mashed potatoes halfway to her plate. Macey’s eyes flicked to me. Even David, who never really looked up from his food, stopped chewing.“What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral.Dad turned to Mom, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it needed to be said out loud. Then he faced me again.“You told Coach Simmons you don’t want to go pro anymore.”My heart dropped. Just flat-out dropped.I hadn’t expected him to know. Not yet. Not tonight. I thought I had more time to explain it my way.I stayed quiet. Maybe too quiet.“That,” he said, voice rising, “is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done. And that’s saying something.”Macey sucked in a breath. David stared at his plate like it was a lifeboat. Even the air felt heavier.“You’ve spent your whole life training,” Dad went on, eyes narrowing. “Years. Early mornings. Injuries. State tournam
WRECK ME QUIETLY SEVENTY NINE
MASONI finally started the car, gripping the steering wheel tighter than I meant to.I didn’t even think. Just drove. Straight to my parents’ house, like muscle memory was doing the work for me.The moment I stepped inside, I headed straight for Macey’s room.Knocked.No answer.I pushed the door open slowly. It creaked, dramatic as hell.Empty.Perfect.I stepped inside anyway, standing there like an idiot while my eyes scanned the room as if she might materialize from under the bed or something.She was the only one who could fix this thing with Samantha. And God knew I needed her to.I was hanging on by a thread, and it was fraying fast. The past few hours without Sam felt like a week.And honestly? I didn’t know how the hell I ever survived not having her around while I was with Audrey.I backed out of Macey’s room with a sigh that felt like it’d been sitting in my lungs for years. I dragged my feet up the stairs and into my room.The second I walked in, nostalgia hit me square i
WRECK ME QUIETLY AUTHOR'S NOTE
Okay, who did this???WHO gave me 4,000 views?? 👀Because I swear I was just over here screaming about 3K yesterday, eating celebratory cookies like I’d won an Oscar.But seriously, thank you.If you’ve ever screamed at your screen, held your breath, or whispered, “Girl, don’t fall for him again”—just know I love you. Deeply. Emotionally. Romantically. (Okay, maybe not romantically, but you get the vibe.)Thank you for the love. And thank you for being obsessed with these two disasters in love as much as I am.More drama soon, I promise.O.J
WRECK ME QUIETLY SEVENTY EIGHT
MASONMy phone buzzed just as I pulled up to the gate of my parents’ house.Coach Simmons.Shit.I stared at the screen, my heart skipping. I’d missed two practices. Not one. Two. No excuses, no heads-up, just radio silence.The call went to voicemail. I didn’t answer. Didn’t have the guts to.I cursed under my breath and moved the car in reverse.Whatever half-assed excuse I had planned for my parents about Audrey’s pregnancy—that conversation could wait.I couldn’t think about them right now. Or Audrey. Or how I hadn’t told them anything yet.My tires kicked up gravel as I turned the wheel and headed toward campus.I rubbed a hand across my face, the air in the car feeling too thin.By the time I parked in front of the athletic building, I was practically sweating through my hoodie.My legs were moving before my brain caught up. I crossed the quad fast. Pushed through the glass doors like I was being chased.Maybe I was.Coach’s office was at the end of the hallway, the door cracked
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