LOGINKenz's POV
Chapter THREE “Shit,” I muttered under my breath. Jeremy pulled away from me so fast it almost made me laugh, but it would be stupid to do that with my situation right now. “Kenz?” my sister called again from outside my door. My stomach dropped. I was as good as dead. Ellie was a full time chatterbox. If she saw Jeremy with me, I would be completely done for. Jeremy looked around the room like he was planning an escape route. Then he pointed toward my closet. “Oh my God, absolutely not.” He rolled his eyes. “What? Scared of something, or you got way better ideas?” Another knock hit the door, harder this time. “Kenz, open up!” I grabbed Jeremy by the wrist and shoved him toward the bathroom instead. He nearly slipped trying not to hit the wall. “Hurry up,” I whispered. The second the door clicked shut behind him, I opened my bedroom door just enough to peek through. “What do you want?” My sister squinted immediately. “Why do you look like that?” “Like what?” “Like you've seen a ghost.” “What do you want, Ellie?” “Chill. Why are you acting so tense? And you're sweating too.” I touched my forehead way too quickly. “It’s hot, and I was fixing something.” She leaned against the doorframe, clearly not buying it. “Mum asked me to check on you. She thinks you’re sick or something.” “I’m fine,” I replied almost immediately, wanting to dismiss Ellie as soon as I could. Her eyes drifted past me into the room. For one horrible second, I thought Jeremy was about to sneeze or knock something over because the bathroom suddenly felt way too quiet. Then she sighed dramatically. “You’re acting really weird,” she said, scanning my face like she could read my thoughts through it. I snorted. “Thanks.” “Whatever. Goodnight.” “Yeah. Night,” I replied coldly as I shut the door and breathed a sigh of relief. A few seconds later, the bathroom door creaked open. Jeremy stepped out, trying to hold in a laugh. “That was painful to watch. You looked like you were gonna pee.” “Oh, shut up.” “You’re such a bad liar, Kenz. I’m surprised we were ever able to hide our relationship.” “Relationship? We were never in one,” I said, my mood shifting slightly. He grinned at me for a second, and annoyingly, it still did something to me. “So you didn't like what we had going on?” he said, stepping closer to my face. The smile I had before slipped off instantly. The room suddenly felt too warm, like there wasn’t enough air anymore. I crossed my arms. “That’s in the past. You treated me like shit.” His expression changed immediately. “I know.” “No texts. No calls. Nothing.” “Kenz...” “No, because you don’t get to just show up and act normal. You can't expect me to immediately forget how you treated me like I was something you'd never want to lose, and then you just disappeared without saying anything.” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away for a second before speaking again. “My dad found out we were hanging out.” I frowned. “And?” “He started asking questions. I panicked.” I laughed once, but there was nothing funny about it. “So your solution was pretending I didn’t exist?” “It wasn’t like that. I just needed space, and I was having issues accepting who I am. A lot of shit went down that I couldn't handle. It was really a lot for me, and I'm sorry I let that come between us.” Silence filled the room after that. Jeremy stood up slowly and walked closer to me, careful this time, like he already knew I was one second away from telling him to leave. “I thought staying away would make things easier,” he said quietly. “For who?” He didn’t answer. That hurt more than if he actually had. I looked down at the floor because if I kept staring at him, I already knew I’d fold. “You should go.” He stepped closer anyway. “You don’t mean that.” “I do. This was never supposed to work. It still can't work, and I feel nothing for you anymore.” I was lying, obviously, but I really needed to accept reality. Jeremy let out a quiet breath, shaking his head a little. “No. You make staying away impossible. I wish I could rewrite whatever happened before, but we could start over too.” My chest tightened so hard it annoyed me. For a second, neither of us moved. Then he reached for my hand carefully, almost hesitant, like he thought I might pull away. “Maybe I shouldn't have left, but I did. I'm sorry, bunny,” he murmured. I rolled my eyes immediately even though my face felt warm. “Stop calling me that.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You still react every time, though.” Before I could answer, my phone buzzed loudly from across the room. Both of us froze. “Probably your mum,” Jeremy whispered. I walked over and grabbed my phone off the desk. It was an email from NYU. My eyebrows pulled together. “Who is it?” Jeremy asked, but I was too shocked to answer. I opened the message without thinking. Then my heart nearly stopped. “CONGRATULATIONS, YOUR APPLICATION HAS BEEN ACCEPTED. WE ARE EXCITED TO ADMIT YOU. CLICK BELOW TO ACCEPT THIS LETTER.” I just stared at the screen. Jeremy’s expression slowly changed when he saw my face. “Kenz?” I looked up at him, completely speechless. He looked at my phone screen and saw the message. “Wait, what? NYU? That’s like in New York.” “Yeah,” I replied almost inaudibly. “Oh. So you’re leaving Greenville. That’s...” “That’s just...” I was dying in anticipation for him to finish his sentence. “That’s what? Say something.” “I don’t know. It’s just a lot. So, like, you really wanna go?” he asked, looking like he had just been hit in the face with a stone. “Yeah, I do. It’s all I ever wanted,” I said eagerly. “But, like, what am I gonna do when you're gone?” Oh, I knew where this was going, and I didn't like it. I wasn't ready to give up NYU for anybody or even consider it. I already knew the next words that were gonna come out of his mouth. Before he could say anything, I stepped back and asked, “What were you doing for the past few months when you weren't with me?” Those words fell out with no emotion, just blunt and rude. A heavy silence fell between us, and time seemed to stop. “So does this mean...” he said quietly. “Yeah. That’s what it means.”CHAPTER FORTY THREEKENZ’S POVI hadn’t planned on coming over.At least…That’s what I kept telling myself.Truth was, I’d been thinking about home all day.About the living room.About Mrs. Alexis asking if I’d eaten before I even took my shoes off.About Dan yelling at me for stealing another one of his hoodies.Funny.I still called it home even though I barely stayed there anymore.My classes ended earlier than usual, and before I knew it, I was already on a bus heading there with a bag of takeout resting on my thighs.Maybe things didn’t have to stay awkward forever.Maybe Dan and I could slowly find our way back to each other.Maybe.Maybe I was getting my hopes up.The familiar house came into view.Nothing had changed.The flowers by the porch were still there.Dan’s car still sat near the garage.Everything looked exactly the same.So why did it suddenly feel like I was visiting instead of coming home?I grabbed the bag of food and rang the doorbell.A few seconds later, the
CHAPTER FOURTY TWO DAN'S POV The door clicked shut behind me. I did not lock it. I just stood there with one hand still on the doorknob trying to catch my breath. My chest felt really tight. The kind of tight that made it hard to think straight. "What the fuck," I whispered to myself. I let go of the handle and stepped back until the backs of my knees bumped into the edge of the bed. I sat down quick before my legs decided to give out completely. The room stayed dark except for the streetlight coming through the blinds. I did not even bother turning on the light. I did not feel like I deserved it anyway. I buried my face in my hands. What the hell was that downstairs? No. I knew exactly what it was. It just was not what it looked like from the outside. Toria had not done anything wrong. She saw me falling apart and tried to help. She got me some water. She listened and did not push for details. She put her hand on my arm. That was it. That should have been all of it. So wh
CHAPTER FORTY ONETORIA’S POVI spent the entire day pretending last night never happened.It was easier said than done.Every time I walked into the kitchen, I remembered how close he’d been.Every time I looked toward the staircase, I remembered the way he’d stepped back like he’d just woken up from a nightmare.Nothing had happened.Not really.So why couldn’t I stop thinking about it?I sighed and tossed another shirt into the laundry basket.“Get over yourself, Toria.”The house was quiet again.Kenz had classes.Dan had practice.Just me…And my own stupid thoughts.I turned the TV on, hoping the noise would drown them out.It didn’t.Instead, I found myself replaying every second from yesterday.The look on Dan’s face.How exhausted he looked.How defeated.He hadn’t looked at me like a man looking at a woman.He’d looked at me like someone who’d been carrying too much for too long.Maybe that was why I reached for his arm.Maybe…Or maybe I was lying to myself.A car door slam
DAN’S POVI closed the bedroom door behind me and stood there for a second.The house felt empty again.Way too empty.I rubbed a hand over my face and let out a slow breath before dropping my bag beside the desk.“Idiot,” I muttered under my breath before I could stop myself.I pulled my hoodie off and tossed it onto the chair before heading straight for the bathroom. I turned the tap as cold as it would go and splashed water across my face.Once.Twice.Three times.When I finally looked up, my reflection looked just as exhausted as I felt.“What the hell were you thinking?” I asked quietly.My reflection didn’t have an answer either.I grabbed the towel beside the sink and dried my face before walking back into the room.The bed looked inviting, but I wasn’t tired enough to sleep.Not with everything running through my head.I sat on the edge of the mattress, resting my elbows on my knees.The second I closed my eyes…I saw it again.Toria standing in front of me.Her hand resting
CHAPTER THIRTY NINE TORIA’S POV The house felt too quiet. Not peaceful. Just… awkward. The kind of silence that settles over a place after something happens, even if nobody wants to talk about it. I sat cross-legged on the couch with my laptop balanced on my thighs, pretending to work on an assignment that hadn’t moved past the first paragraph in almost an hour. The TV played quietly in the background. I wasn’t even watching it. Every few minutes, I found myself looking at the front door. Dan should’ve been home by now. Practice usually ended around five, and unless Coach had decided to torture the team again, he was never this late. I glanced at my phone. 8:46 p.m. Still nothing. I sighed and shut my laptop. “Yeah… this assignment wasn’t getting done today.” I laughed quietly to myself. I got up and wandered into the kitchen. The fridge was almost empty except for leftover pasta, juice, and a carton of milk that had probably expired two days ago.
KENZ'S POVI must've opened Dan's message at least twenty times.Can we talk?Three words.That was all it took to make my stomach twist itself into knots.I kept staring at them, hoping they'd somehow become less terrifying the longer I looked. They didn't. If anything, they only got worse.My thumb hovered over the keyboard.Yeah.Delete.Sure.Delete.Where?I stared at the blinking cursor for another few seconds before finally forcing myself to type.Okay. Where do you want to meet?I hit send before I could change my mind.Almost immediately, the typing bubble appeared.The old basketball court.Of course.For a second, I just sat there on the edge of my bed, phone still clutched in my hand as my heart pounded against my ribs.The old court.The same place we'd spent countless evenings shooting hoops just because neither of us wanted to go back inside yet.The same place where we'd laughed until our stomachs hurt over the dumbest things.The same place where we'd once promised ea
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN FIONA’S POV The funniest part about almost dying is that no one tells you when it’s coming. It’s not stamped. It’s just sudden. People always talk about the fear, the pain, the last voices you hear of the people you love. But nobody talks about how pathetic it is to be drown
CHAPTER THIRTEEN KENZ POV The mansion looked like it had been ransacked. Plastic bottles littered around the floor and red cups were covered on every available surface. The smell of alcohol made me want to puke. I stepped over a pile of empty boxes drenched with alcohol. “
Kenz’s POV Chapter TWO I stared at the text for so long, not knowing what to do. Why the hell was Jeremy texting me? He had ignored me completely after spending the entire summer together, yet those few words he sent shifted something in me, and I really hated it. I finally decided to reply,
KENZ POV CHAPTER ONE "Fuck Jeremy,” I moaned as his hands slowly slid lower. The kiss was the most erotic thing I'd ever felt.He pulled his top up, and I saw the most perfectly carved body.“Get on your knees,” he commanded with his calm but deep voice.I reached out for his trousers, maintainin







