- KILLIAN - It's the d-day. The game is finally here and seats are getting occupied by home students and the school professors, guests and the opposing team. Certain board members have their own seats in the stadium and everyone seems to be getting cozy. I feel better. I've been on medication and haven't done anything stressful for the past week so despite certain minor aches, I'm confident that I'm improving very nicely. "Got popcorn." Liam says, walking to me. I stared at him with a brow raised. Did I forget to add that I invited him? Not by choice, obviously. Liam wanted to come. "Need I remind you I'm the coach. I won't be sitting with you nor will I have time to snack." "Who said I got them for you?" Liam smirks and puts some popcorn in his mouth. I scoff, looking away. I ran my eyes around the stadium, hoping to find someone. Certainly one week is enough time. Hazel didn't text me back but that doesn't mean I'm backing off. "Looking for someone?" Liam's voice slid in my e

- HAZEL -I stood outside the closed amusement park with an extra paper-cup of coffee in my hand. I'm freezing and I don't have a jacket, plus, I'm alone. I wouldn't have been if Kaiden didn't have urgent things to attend to, leaving me stranded. And if Kate hadn't pulled an awol on me. I sigh and stick the tip of my half filled cup of coffee in my mouth, holding it firmly between my teeth and slowly dip my hand in my pocket to take my phone. I turn on the screen and head to my chat with Killian. Killian hasn't texted me since then but I'm waiting for him. I couldn't get any network signal to call a taxi and he was the only one I could think of that would actually be willing to help me. That's why I texted him. That, and also the fact that I want to talk, yet I feel devastated about that. I feel like I'm taking advantage of a situation I definitely have no upper hand in. Maybe it's because I know he cares about me. I'm a terrible person!!I pace back and forth in a line, still hol

- HAZEL -I stare at the love poster on the wall of Jasmine's corner. That could be me right now, with someone by my side, but I chose to stay here. I look up to face the wood supporting the bed above me. I never knew Jasmine as the lovey-dovey type but even she has a hidden poster on her wall. Maybe there's someone she's not telling us about. I'm sure if there is someone, she must have it nice. I don't. I can't believe I'm sulking after making my decision. When Killian said those words to me, my mind got trapped in the fantasy of what it would be like to follow him and be in his arms but the thought dried up to dust when it hit me that he was inviting me to his home. It was all about the sex. Not because he cares about me. Killian just wanted me to be his play toy, again. Then hurt me after and I don't want that. I huff. I can't stand being someone's toy when I know that deep down, it's more than that. My feelings towards him are more than just physical because knowing me, I won't

- HAZEL -My eyes open when a knock on my door wakes me up. Confusion is the first thing I feel and I roam my hand on my bed to look for my phone. I check the time. It's six thirty pm. I still feel so fucking sleepy. Another knock draws my attention to the door. With a groan, I climb down from my bed and sluggishly make my way to the door. "Yes?" I yawn while opening the door. My eyes widen when an unfamiliar face visits me at the door. Sleep left my eyes faster than it came. "I don't know you..." My brows furrow. I look around in my room but no one is inside. She's definitely not a guest of any of my roomies. They never invite anyone over without being present in our room. "Did you get the room wrong?" "Hazel..." The lady looks at a jotter in her hand then looks up at me. "Summers?" I swallow, staring at her skeptically. "Yeah?" I raise a brow. That's my full name. She scribbles something down on the jotter and hands over a white gift bag to me. "You have an order. From a frien

- KILLIAN -"Liam, I sent you a file with some codes. It's a lead on the whereabouts of the murderer. Do your research." I say, standing in front of the table in my office while redoing my tie. I shouldn't have this conversation here, school is not a safe place to talk about something this delicate but here I am with no care in the world, leaving my phone on loud speaker on my desk while on a call with my brother. "Noted. I'll get back to you in the morning." Liam says. A grin masquerades my lips. Good. I just finished knoting my tie and I stick it underneath the inner layer suit then button my tuxedo. "That will be all for now." "Enjoy your dinner." Liam utters. Even without looking at him physically, I can see the sly grin forming across his face and hear the mock in his words. I abhor interactions and I hate school celebrations. Apparently, I have to participate with a smile or at least show interest. "You won't be laughing for long." I scoff. He bursts out laughing. "You sure