Celeste “Celeste! What the hell? You can’t just play around with Matt’s heart now that you’re official!” “Shh!” I hissed. “Not so loud!” Fiona let out a sigh. “Sorry,” she whispered. Looking around, she spotted a bench off to the side in one of

Celeste The warm afterglow of the confrontation with Sabrina left an odd mix of emotions bubbling inside me. The college quad, with its students lounging on the grass and chatting amiably, felt like a surreal backdrop against the internal tempest that raged. “Celeste,” Fiona began, her voice hesitantly optimistic, “I really, really hope you’re not planning on listening to Sabrina.”

Celeste I kept my gaze fixed on my reflection as I applied the last touch of lipstick. The striking red contrasted vividly against my pale skin. It was a bold choice for sure, but tonight was all about audacity. Fiona stood by my side, offering words of encouragement. “Celeste, you look stunning,” she said. “Red really is your color.” 

Celeste The sharp intensity in Matt’s eyes took me aback. “Does your brother know that you’re here?” he asked, glancing over at Jack. I swallowed, following his gaze. Jack was leaning against the side of one of the cabins, a beer in his hand and a new girl on his arm. They were mak

Matt The clamor and chaos of the party had faded into a dull buzz in the back of my mind as I tried to process my conversation with Celeste. Her unexpected advance had shaken me, her lips so close to mine, the dim moonlight casting shadows over her confused, vulnerable eyes. I always did find Celeste to be pretty. Under other circumstances, maybe I wouldn’t have refused the kiss.