Lahat ng Kabanata ng Off Camera : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Dinner was loud, everyone was still talking about the compatibility stream results from yesterday trying hard not to talk about the one thing they all really wanted to talk about and that was the group chat that Cole had created.“There's a party off campus tonight, it's going to be lit as hell.” I stared at Cole's message on the group chat on my phone and wondered exclusively why in God's name the group was named cocksuckers.“Shut up and eat your food cole.” Mira responded to him, the both of them avoiding eye contact with each other like they were on some sort of top secret mission.“It's going to be really fun guys, I have a plan to sneak us all out.” Cole responded.“What's the plan? “ Sean added, which was surprising since I never even saw him pick up his phone.“Let's all pretend that we're going to bed now and just when they think we're asleep we can sneak out, have fun and sneak back in before any of them finds out.”“Would that work?” Sasha asked, her gaze shifting to Cole

Kyrian's povI picked up the last bin bag, tied it off and handed it in and that was the end of that.An hour of my life I was never getting back. Cole had been talking the entire time—not just talking, narrating, like he was providing live commentary on the single most significant event in human history and that event happened to be picking cigarette butts off the pavement outside the campus building. Every crushed can got a eulogy, every soggy napkin got a backstory. I'd stopped listening after a while and started just watching Sean's face because Sean was listening to every word and finding all of it genuinely, unreasonably funny, and somewhere around the third bag I stopped pretending it wasn't at least a little funny to me too.We walked back into the house and I felt the odd vibe the moment we came through the door. The ones who hadn't come that night were in the common room and they looked at us the way people always looked at anyone who got caught doing something they secretl

Whales scored two minutes into the second half and the crowd made that low collective exhale, like the air had gone out of the whole building at once.I was still watching Kyrian on the bench and the man in the stands. Kyrian was sitting with his helmet off now, towel over his shoulders, not watching the ice at all, just watching that one fixed point in the stands."Whales extending their advantage now, Crestfield looking fatigued in the defensive third and they haven't recovered the momentum they had in that electric middle period. Without Maddox driving the play the team just isn't the same."It wasn't obviously. The team had reorganised around his absence but the certainty was gone, that particular vibe the game had carried when he was on the ice—like the outcome was already decided and they were just playing it out. Without him, the team was really just ordinary. They pulled it back to one through Sean on a penalty shot that brought everyone to their feet briefly, that collective

"Alright loves." Pat set her glass down mid dinner, her gaze focused mostly on Cole. "The next event on our list is a choreographed dance-off. Every couple would have to bring their best dance moves.""Let's go." Cole sat up straight. "I've been waiting for this.""You've been waiting for a dance competition," Sean said."I've been waiting for an opportunity to demonstrate my celestial dancing skills.""C'mon Cole, we all know you can't dance to save yourself." Zarek said and everyone burst out laughing.I looked across the table at Kyrian who was also laughing without a care in the world.Back in the room I propped my phone against the lamp and pulled up a playlist. Something with a clear beat, that only requires simple dance moves.Kyrian sat on his bed with his arms crossed and watched me like I was doing something offensive."You need to stand up," I said, testing the opening, checking if my moves aligned with the beat."I'm fine here." He said, still watching me like I was doing

Kyrian's pov The swimming centre was loud before we even started. Twenty four people in swimsuits, the commentator table around the corner. Mark and James talking over each other into microphones that didn't need to be as loud as they were. "Welcome," Mark said, spreading his arms wide, "to day three of the House Olympics. We'll be having a swimming competition today, and points will go to the couple collectively which means—" "Which means," James cut in, "if your partner is slow and you're fast, you're gonna be having a bit of a problem." "Beautifully put." Mark interjected. "Thank you." "All competitors in the water at the same time," Mark continued, looking down at his notes. "The first four people to get across the pool wins points for their room—" Cole appeared at my shoulder in swimming trunks that deserved their own commentary. Skin tight, aggressively aerodynamic, the kind worn by people who had trained for years and had the results to justify them. Cole had t