All Chapters of Letters And Lies : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Close escape

Chapter Eleven— Close escape Summer's POV I watched Phoebe slip into the girls’ locker room after practice like the pathetic little mouse she was.My blood boiled just looking at her. First she had the audacity to ride on Seth’s bike this morning, and now she thought she could just exist in the same space as us?I waited until I heard the shower running before I quietly pushed the door open. The sound of water covered my movements perfectly. Her uniform was folded neatly on the bench, shoes placed underneath like she was some delicate princess, disgusting.I moved fast. I grabbed her blouse, skirt, underwear—everything and stuffed it all into my sports bag, my hands shaking with excitement. A wicked smile spread across my face as I imagined her face when she stepped out.“Let’s see how confident you are now, bitch.”I took one last glance toward the shower stall, hearing her humming softly under the water. How innocent, rather pathetic.I slipped out of the locker room without ma

Warmth in the cold

Chapter Twelve — Warmth in the cold Phoebe's POV The music was too loud. Even with my headphones on full volume, the bass from downstairs vibrated through the walls and into my chest. I curled up tighter on my bed, pressing the pillow over my head. I hated this. I hated parties. The noise, the chaos, the drunk people… it all reminded me of that night. The night I lost my dad. When Seth asked me why I hated parties, I wanted to tell him but I wouldn’t give him that kind of power over me. After almost an hour, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed water. Just a bottle of water and I’d come right back. I slipped out of my room and went downstairs. The house was packed. People were everywhere—laughing, dancing, making out. Some were already swimming in the pool outside. The entire backyard had turned into a full-blown party. My eyes scanned the crowd and landed on Seth. He was in one corner near the bar, kissing some girl. His hands were on her waist, and she was presse

Always a fuckboy

Chapter Thirteen— Always a fuckboy Phoebe's POVSeth slept soundly beside me. I couldn't stop staring at the tattoos covering his back. They were beautiful; intricate designs of roses, skulls and dark patterns that somehow suited him perfectly. Curiosity got the better of me, I slowly reached out and Traced one of the larger tattoos with my fingertip, feeling the raised ink on his warm skin.Near his left shoulder blade, I noticed a name written in elegant script.“Mary Anne..” I whispered softly.Seth's eyes suddenly flew open. He turned around so fast I jerked back, my heart jumping into my throat.“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice still husky from sleep.I blinked rapidly, scooting away like I'd been caught stealing. “I'm sorry. I just… your tattoos. I didn't mean to…”“You were staring at my tattoos.” He said, staring at me with an unreadable expression.The air suddenly felt thick and awkward. I became painfully aware of how close we were. His chest was right there, st

Watch and learn

Chapter Fourteen— Watch and learn Seth's POV The room smelled of laundry detergent, the sound of water running echoed from the bathroom.“Is someone in there?” Tasha asked, she had her arms around my hand, clinging to me like some pest.I exhaled slowly, stepping into the room fully. “I’ll check.” I said and walked towards the bathroom, almost in haste.The door closed with a soft click.Phoebe stood in front of my washing machine, one of my dirty shirts hanging over her shoulders. I narrowed my eyes. “What’s going on here?”She turned sharply. Something in her expression changed the moment she saw me. “Are you blind? I'm doing your laundry.”The defiance in her voice was unmistakable.Good. She was pissed, exactly what I wanted.I took a step closer to her, staring at the clean ones she had washed. “Didn’t think you'd do them, you were quite stubborn back there.”She let out a dry scoff. “Dont flatter yourself, Seth."“Can you leave? I'm trying to work here.” she added.She turned

Science gone wrong

Chapter Fifteen— Science gone wrong Seth's POV I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist, water still dripping down my chest.Tasha was already waiting on my bed. Completely naked.She smiled seductively, stretching her body like a cat. “Took you long enough.”I should’ve been all over her. She was hot, willing, and ready. But the second I climbed onto the bed and kissed her, something felt wrong.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Phoebe.Her cheeks flushed in the kitchen. The way her breath hitched when I leaned in. The way she didn’t pull away.“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.I kissed Tasha harder, trying to push the image away. My hand moved down her body, fingers slipping between her thighs. She moaned loudly, arching into me.But Phoebe’s face kept flashing in my mind.I pulled back suddenly, breathing hard.“I’ll be right back,” I said, getting off the bed.Tasha sat up, confused. “Seth, where are you going?”I didn’t answer. I just grabbed a pair of shor

Bitch slapped

Chapter Sixteen— Bitch slapped “Class dismissed.” Mr Moore said, closing his books. I quickly packed my books and lab coat into my bags. I just wanted to get out of here. The foam accident had already made me the center of attention and I was tired of the Stares.I was almost at the door when Seth's voice stopped me. “Phoebe, wait. We're going home together.”I turned around, frowning. “I came alone and I'll leave alone.”“No,” he said firmly, already walking toward me. “We’re going together.”Before I could argue, a group of girls rushed toward him with notebooks and papers.“Seth, please! Can you sign this for us?”“Seth, just one signature!”He sighed but stopped to sign quickly, scribbling his name while glancing at me every few seconds, clearly trying to catch up.I didn’t wait. I turned and kept walking toward the parking lot.By the time he finally caught up, I was already swinging my leg over my bike's seat.I paused, one foot still on the pedal.“It’s getting late,” he sai

Buried Deep

Chapter Seventeen: Buried DeepThe house was quiet.I couldn’t sleep. The need to find that letter and end this nightmare kept eating at me. I waited until I was sure Seth was asleep, then quietly slipped out of my room and made my way to his.His door was slightly ajar, and the room was dark. I pushed it open gently and stepped inside.It was empty.I started searching—quietly opening drawers, checking under the bed, inside his closet. My hands trembled as I looked everywhere, but I found nothing. No letter. No Nothing.Just as I was reaching for his bedside drawer, the lights suddenly flicked on.I froze in my spot.Seth was standing by the door, arms crossed, watching me with a cold, calm expression.“You’ll never find the letter, Phoebe,” he said quietly. “And for trying to break the contract by sneaking into my room…”He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “You're going to be punished for that.”Before I could speak, he crossed the room in quick strides, grabbed my wr

Wet & Trembling

Chapter Eighteen: Wet & trembling Phoebe's POV Every step I took felt like torture.The small pink vibrator Seth had pushed inside me this morning was still there—snug, full, and impossible to ignore. It wasn’t even on yet, but just the feeling of it stretching me, pressing against my walls with every movement, made my thighs tremble.I kept my head down as I walked through the hallway, trying my best to look normal. But I wasn’t. My panties felt damp already, and every time I shifted my weight, the toy moved slightly inside me, sending little sparks of unwanted sensation through my body.I hated him.I hated how aware I was of my own body now.I made it to the cafeteria and quickly found an empty table at the far corner. I sat down carefully, pressing my thighs together, hoping no one could tell something was wrong.I had barely taken out my phone when a familiar voice spoke beside me. “Hey, Phoebe.”I looked up.Conrad was standing there with his tray, smiling that charming smi

His signature

Chapter Nineteen: His signature Seth's povA loud knock suddenly sounded on the classroom door.“Is everything okay in there?” Mrs. Sofia’s voice called out. “I heard strange noises.”Phoebe’s eyes widened in panic, she jumped down the desk. “She can't see us like this.”“Sit down.” I whispered urgently, pushing towards the chair.She moved fast, dropping into the seat and grabbing a random textbook from the desk. She opened it and pretended to read, her face flushed and hair slightly messy.I took a deep breath, adjusted my lab coat, and walked to the door. I unlocked it and opened it just enough to see the teacher—Mrs. Sofia, the strict literature teacher who had always had a thing for my father.“Everything’s fine, ma,” I said politely. “We were just studying for the practical.”Mrs. Sofia peered inside, her eyes scanning the room before landing on me. “Studying?” she repeated, sounding skeptical.“Alright.” she turned to leave but then stopped halfway. She stepped a little cl

Closer to Conrad

Chapter Twenty: Closer to Conrad Phoebe's POV Conrad drove us to a small, quiet café just outside the school area. It was one of those cozy places with soft lighting and barely any students from our school. I was grateful for that.We sat at a corner table near the window. He ordered coffee for both of us without asking, then leaned forward, looking at me with gentle eyes.“You’ve been crying,” he said softly. “What happened?”I shook my head, wiping my face again. “It’s nothing. Just… school stuff.”He didn’t push. Instead, he stayed quiet for a moment, then smiled a little.“You know… I’ve always noticed you, Phoebe.”I blinked, surprised. “Really? Because for years you acted like I didn’t exist.”He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a bit shy—something I’d never seen from the golden boy before.“I noticed you. A lot. But I thought… if I approached you, you’d reject me. You always seemed so focused on your books and staying away from drama. I didn’t want to make things awkward.

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