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MIAHe was… actually going to go through with this?I'd been watching in silence from the moment I left the pair in the living room. And before you say anything, no. I didn't care what happened between Max and Ellie. He's her ex, after all. They're young and free to do whatever they want to do.That didn't mean I couldn't peek from staircase. I was… keeping an eye on Max's leg. Yeah. That's what I was doing. If anything happened and he needed help, I could help quicker this way.But for the past ten minutes, I'd seen him on the couch with Ellie. He didn't back away. He didn't avoid her either. Form where I was crouched, it was going… surprisingly smooth. Until he stood, and my heart skipped a couple beats. Limping on his one good leg, Max closed the distance between them, and I heard the words clearly. “Say it, Ellie Braxton. Say you want me to fuck you.”It felt like a dagger’d been pierced straight through my heart. No. I'm overreacting. I… I don't care. At least I thought I

MAXIn light of tomorrow's literature convention, the entire Campus was given the day off. Not sure if that was because they genuinely believed it'd be the most successful school event on the calender, or President Hakeem's childhood dream to be an performer has paved open a soft spot in his heart. Either way, it didn't matter. I wasn't interested in attending the event anyway. After last night's ordeal, every muscle in my body ached from just sitting. If Ellie hadn't driven me home herself, I wondered how I'd have coped with the usual nonchalant Ubers. “So, you're back here now?” She asked, parking just in front of the porch. “Yeah” I answered, clicking the door open and hauling myself out. “Thanks for the lift.”A part of me obviously didn't want to see her face, but I knew I owed her at least a thank you for the help.“So, umm. When next can we like… meet up?” She asked. I closed the door behind me, and turned halfway to look back at her.I hadn't changed my mind from last ni

BIANCAAfter all the hustle and bussle these past couple weeks, the literature convention was finally here. I stood in front of my mirror, checking my outfit for the umpteenth time. As invested as I'd been, it was a bit of bummer I had to go in formal wear. The skirt felt too short, the suit wrapped around my bust in ways a lingerie never had… …I was uncomfortable to say the least. Still, I looked passed all of it with a smile on my face. The source of my stress was finally over. At least that's what I kept telling myself was the reason I was smiling from ear to ear. .It definitely wasn't because I got plowed through the mattress by a guy I thought wanted nothing to do with me anymore. My smile grew wider. I could feel my nipples already hardening against my shirt at the thought of it, but I pulled myself out of it twice as quick. Not here. Definitely not now. I grabbed my bag, clicked on some heels, and crept out of my room.The door to Max's room was slightly ajar when I

BIANCA In a matter of seconds, my discomfort drowned out… replaced by a horrifying bolt of fear. I reached for the handle as quickly as I could manage, and realised my fate had already been sealed when the door didn't budge. “Pinned the locks the moment you stepped in” he said. “It's unsafe to have doors open like that, you know?”A flurry of questions orbited my mind. How? When? Why?Yet the only words that made it out my mouth were…“Let me out. Now.”Sullivan looked back at me through the rearview mirror, and drifted ever so gently onto the highway. “Here I was, thinking you'd had a rough day. Seems that's in the past tense now.”“Let me out or I'll call the police.”“There's no signal in this car. Still, I invite you to try it.”I reached into my bag to pull out my phone… and suddenly realised it wasn't even in there. I'd forgotten it at home.Fuck.“Oh? You left it? That's a shame. Now how are you gonna reach the cops?” He spoke with such a calm, unhurried tone. A soothingl

BIANCAThe worst day of my life changed every couple years.When I was six, I remember the worst day of my life being the night I woke up in a puddle of piss because my bunk partner had a pretty unstable bladder.A couple years after that, the title shifted to the afternoon in junior high Ellie told me she had a crush on Max, and was planning to ask him out after midterms. But without a shadow of a doubt, when I turned 21, then worst day of my life… was the fourteenth annual literature convention.Ironically, I only had one simple role that night. Drop the curtains the moment the actors take a bow. That was it.Well, after a horrendous act of a makeshift “King Arthur” the curtains wouldn't come down. We not only got booed off stage, but I got a proper tongue-lashing after the event and even around Campus. Now, unsurprisingly, the worst day of my life was about to change again. “What do you mean Jeremy isn't around?” I asked, almost in disbelief. “I’ve been trying to reach him all