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LEAVE ME ALONE

~LUCAS~I shouldn't let Marcella distract me, I tell myself.So I sit up straight, clear my throat and take a deep breath.I start listening to Dr. Raymond again, not until her foot nudges mine under the desk again.I stiffen.She leans closer, her voice barely a breath.“You look cute when you’re pretending not to notice me.”I choke silently and scoot my body a fraction away.She follows.I don’t look at her. I absolutely do not look at her.Then she does something unforgivable.She taps my notebook.Once. Twice.I turn despite myself.“Yes?” I whisper sharply.She smiles sweetly. “You missed a line.”I glance down, and realize I didn't.When I look back up, she’s biting her lower lip.On purpose.Heat crawls up my neck.Dr. Raymond continues lecturing, and I hear a quiet giggle from her side.My jaw tightens.I should’ve sat anywhere else.Then…..“Mr. Santis.”My soul leaves my body.I jump so hard my chair scrapes loudly against the floor.A few students

A WISHFUL THINKING

~MARCELLA~For a moment, I don’t move.Not because I can’t, but because my body hasn’t caught up with what just happened.Lucas Santis walks away from me like I’m nothing more than noise he’s finally learned to tune out. His steps are fast. Purposeful. He doesn’t look back even once.That part hurts more than his words.I am now staring at the space where Lucas Santis used to be.His chair is still slightly pulled out. His bag is gone. The air around me feels colder, emptier—like someone opened a window and forgot to close it.Did he really just…Walk away?I swallow, but my throat feels tight.The lecture hall buzzes to life around me—chairs scraping, laughter spilling freely, conversations resuming like nothing monumental just happened. People are already packing their bags, complaining about assignments, planning lunch.I stay seated.My fingers curl slowly around the edge of the desk as his words flood my head.Not your looks. Not your games. Nothing.I sw

DID I JUST APOLOGIZE??

~LUCAS~I don’t stop walking until I’m outside.The cool air hits my face, and only then do I realize my hands are clenched into fists.What the hell was that?I drag a hand through my hair, breathing hard, and forcing my body to stop shaking.My goodness! She affects me so much.I have never been the one to be affected so badly by women.In fact, I don't really like women and I try my best to avoid them, but none of them have ever affected me like Marcella.Not even Stella.Stella was the first girl and only woman I ever dated in my entire 24 years.None of us did the chasing or asking out. We just became really close, enjoyed each other's company and that was it.I fell deeply in love with her, but she just reminded me of the reason why I hated women—that all women are the same.Now, meeting a lady who's seriously chasing after me and being bold of the fact that she likes me scares the shit out of me.It isn't something I'm used to and I don't know how to go

BE MY DINNER PARTNER

~MARCELLA~I’m seated at one of the long wooden tables in the library, when Lucas leaves, pretending to read.Pretending being the key word.My chin rests on my palm, eyes scanning the same line for the fourth time, and I still don’t know what it says. My mind isn’t here. It hasn’t been here since morning. It’s trapped somewhere between embarrassment, confusion, and the way Lucas looked at me earlier like I was something he didn’t know how to handle.The library is quiet. Peaceful. Predictable.The kind of place where emotions are supposed to stay muted.Then I feel it.That familiar rush of chaotic energy that only one person in my life carries.“Marcella!”I flinch slightly and look up.Stephanie is weaving through the tables, eyes bright, steps hurried, excitement written all over her face. She’s smiling so hard it’s ridiculous. A few students glance up, annoyed by the noise, but she doesn’t care.She stops in front of me, bends slightly, hands on her kne

PRETTY GIRLS DON'T GET REJECTED

~MARCELLA~I’ve never been good at standing still after humiliation.Scratch that! I have never been humiliated before.And I really do not like how humiliation feels.It clings. It crawls under my skin. It makes my palms itch and my throat burn and my eyes sting in a way I absolutely refuse to acknowledge.So when Stephanie reaches for my arm, I pull away.Not because of her.Because if I let her touch me right now, I might fall apart.“I’m fine,” I say quickly, though my voice betrays me, thin and strained and absolutely not fine.Stephanie doesn’t believe me for a second.“Marcella,” she says gently, stepping into my space anyway. “You’re not.”I swallow hard and force myself to breathe. In. Out. In. Out. My chest still feels tight, like something heavy is sitting on it, pressing down, refusing to move.Around us, the campus keeps living.Students walk past. Someone laughs. A group near the gate argues about football. Life goes on with an infuriating indiffe

I'M NOT ENOUGH

~LUCAS~I leave campus with my jaw clenched so tight it aches.I walk straight home to change my clothes so that I can go to the coffee shop to begin my shift. This clothes I'm putting on is one of the decent clothes I have. I can't afford to wear it to work.And I would have brought my work clothes in my bag, but I forgot because I was in a rush to leave the house.I keep walking home. I don’t slow down. I don’t look back. I don’t allow myself to.Because if I do—I’ll see her face again.Marcella.Running toward me like I mattered.Like I was worth chasing.My hands curl into fists as I walk faster, the weight of my backpack suddenly unbearable on my shoulder. My chest feels tight, constricted, like there’s something lodged there that refuses to move.I hear her voice in my head.“If you’d be my dinner partner.”Damn!!I drag a hand down my face, breathing out hard.I shouldn’t have rejected her like that. I shouldn't have said it like that. I know I sho

DADDY'S BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS

~MARCELLA~I can't stop thinking about what happened during the day.By nightfall, I have exhausted all my usual coping mechanisms.My first mechanism is food.I order enough takeout to feed a small family…rice, chicken, fries, cake, because if heartbreak won’t kill me, cholesterol just might. I eat slowly at first, then faster, like maybe if I keep chewing, the ache won’t have time to surface again.For a few minutes, it works.I eat until my stomach is full. My body feels heavy. Comforted.Then my brain kicks back in.Lucas.His rejection and humiliation.I sigh and shove the empty plate away.My next plan is to take a bath.If there’s one thing that usually resets me, it’s hot water. I run the tap until steam fogs up the bathroom mirror, pour in far too much bubble bath, and sink into the tub like I’m trying to disappear.The water hugs my skin. My muscles relax. I close my eyes, drowning myself in bubbles and lavender-scented foam, pretending I can wash

MY EX, XAVIER

~MARCELLA~My phone continues to ring and I stare at the screen like it might bite me.The ringing finally stops, and I exhale loudly–a breath I didn't know I was holding, only for it to ring again.I groan softly and drop my head back against the pillow. You have got to be joking!!Of all the people in this world. Of all the nights. Of all the audacity walking freely on God’s earth.Him.I haven’t thought about him in days.Actual, proper days.Which is wild and shocking, considering we only ended things recently. But somehow, my mind has been so clouded with Lucas—his calm voice, his stupid restraint, his rejection, his stupid calm eyes—that my ex has completely… evaporated.Deleted from memory. Like he never existed.The phone keeps ringing, stubborn and annoying.I consider letting it ring out again. Pretending I didn’t see it. Pretending he doesn’t exist.But something ugly and petty in me whispers, Answer it. Let him hear how fine you are.I swipe to answ

MAKING LUCAS JEALOUS

~MARCELLA~Damnit! I'm losing my mind.I don’t even wait to breathe properly before grabbing my phone again.Straight to Stephanie.Because if I don’t rant to someone immediately, I might actually scream into a pillow and I refuse to give Xavier that kind of power.The line rings once. Twice.Then…..“Marcella?” Stephanie answers. “What’s wrong? You are calling really late.”“I just spoke to Xavier,” I blurt out. My chest is still rising too fast. My fingers are trembling.There’s a pause.Then a very deep, very tired sigh.“Ah,” she says. “That explains it.”I flop back onto the bed dramatically. “Steph. This man has audacity on tap. Unlimited supply. No power outage. He called me to ask if I was alive.”She snorts. “Classic Xavier.”“And then,” I continue, talking fast now, “he starts ranting about how he thought I was just being emotional, how he gave me space so I’d miss him, how he expected me to crawl back like a prodigal daughter.”“Of course he did,”

BUYING A SUIT FOR LUCAS

~MARCELLA~By the time morning finally breaks, I’m already awake.Wide awake.Like someone that drank three cups of coffee in her sleep.I don’t even bother pretending to rest anymore. I roll off the bed, brush my teeth, shower, moisturise, dress up—everything on autopilot. My mind is already at the mall, already scanning suit racks, already picturing Lucas standing tall and uncomfortable and handsome in something that actually fits him the way he deserves.I message Stephanie at exactly 9:02 a.m.Me: Good morning, Steph. Are you up?Steph: Girl, I’ve been up. You will have my head if I was sleeping by now.Me: Good. Get dressed. We’re going shopping for Lucas, remember?Steph: Yeah yeah. I’ll be ready in twenty minutes.Me: Alright, I'm driving to your house now. I'll come pick you up. Be ready before I get there, I don't want to wait.Steph: Okay, sugar mummy.I smile and roll my eyes.Silly girl!!I don't even wait till it's twenty minutes before I am out of

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