บททั้งหมดของ Puck me. I’m yours: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Third Person:It had been five days since the leaked videos, chats, and voice clips spread across the internet. Chloe Vance dared not go to class, and she certainly didn't leave her apartment during daylight hours. Only under cover of night would she step out, and even then, reporters still chased her down the block, wanting her side of the story.As always, Chloe waited for everywhere to go dark, and with a black hoodie over black jeans and a bag slung over her shoulder, she snuck out of her apartment. The building was quiet, just a low mumble from other units, and with haste she hurried down the stairs and into a waiting cab."Thank goodness," she sighed inwardly, watching the reporters waiting on the opposite side of the street. She'd changed her usual route, and as expected, they were staked out on the front west side instead.The ride was quiet, the driver keeping his eyes on the road while Chloe kept calling Marcus. At first, it rang. But after the tenth call with no answer, it

Violet:I picked up my pen, wrote a line, looked back up at him. "You weren't. And as I said, you're not the first. But the internet isn't punishing you for what you did. It's punishing you for how you handled it."He stared at me for so long I went back to writing more notes, letting the silence settle, waiting patiently for him to gather himself."That's harsh," he whispered finally."You asked for the truth." He didn't argue further. Silence continued, and I kept writing."Dad always says charm does the work. Doesn't matter what's said or done, there's nothing a smile can't fix." I raised my eyes to him. Before I could say anything, he quickly added, "Forget I said that." He leaned back, the pale look from a second earlier already replaced with his signature smirk.Without mentioning it, without asking a follow-up, I noted it down anyway. It was my job. Once I was done, I looked at him with a small smile. "We're not forgetting it. And before you ask why, which I know you want to, i

Liam:I showered, lay down, and stared at the ceiling for so long it lightened instead of darkening. I didn't sleep, despite counting more sheep than I could keep track of. Pulling on my running clothes, I dashed out of my apartment. The air was cold, and with the rainy season around the corner, shops had already closed early. Few people or cars were out on the road. I ran until I could no longer feel my legs, then sat down, tired, on the quiet pavement, breath coming in shallow gasps.All through my time with Violet, I hadn't thought about tomorrow's meeting once. Her company made me forget my own dread; her smile stuck in my mind, the way her lips had curled when she saw the pastry box. She hadn't said anything, but I'd noticed how long she'd stared at that particular shop, more than once, tilting her head back whenever we drove past it. And the hoodie. I thought about why I'd even bought it. Shopping was never my thing, but Derek dragging me into random purchases at the mall was p

Violet:I waited with Amara, who stopped by and heard Liam was coming, and concluded Derek would be with him. For one thing, I couldn't wrap my head around why she likes troubling the young man. The shop wasn't busy, and with the new staff under Jess’s training, the new semi-boss was taking more pleasure in making him do almost everything while she sat with us, gave orders, laughed, and gossiped.“So how is your new job? We barely see you around these days,” Jess complained.“Well, nothing out of the ordinary,” I sighed, lazily sipping my coffee.“Yeah, nothing out of the ordinary, and your ex is your patient,” Amara scoffed, her eyes glaring at me as if I owed her an explanation.“What!” Jess gasped so loud that heads turned.“Keep it down; I am not supposed to discuss my patients.” I held a hand over Jess’s mouth, glaring at Amara.“Yeah, but aren't we supposed to discuss your ex?” I hated the direction this was heading, but it was too late to hold it from turning.“First Liam and n

Liam:Practice ran long that morning. Hendricks pushed us through drills until my legs felt like they belonged to someone else. By the time I got out of my gear, my phone had gone untouched since before sunrise, with no update from the burner number or the identity of the person behind it. It was Friday again, and for some reason I'd begun hating this day.Noon came sooner than I wanted, and like every Friday, I had a session with Caleb. Without delay, I rushed home, rinsed off the day's sweat and tiredness, then got into black jeans and a top before heading back out again. The drive was swift but silent; I wasn't in the mood for music, nor did I fancy the campus gossip updates.Caleb was inside, and I found his office with ease this time."Welcome, Carter," he said, showing me a seat, his other hand holding a pen. "Hmm," he groaned, and I found my way to the chair. Caleb gave me a little smile, but I could tell he was a little tense by the way the pen flipped between his fingers. The