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he laughs and i grumble. I look around to get my mind out of that stupid incident. I see Flo worrying walking to and fro worried. I go up to her and ask whats wrong. “Oh Summer, the dj that was supposed to come for the party is stuck in traffic, I dont know what to do!” “Oh.. Well I have some songs of some djs in my phone.. I can use some of them if you like” “will you? Oh my god thank you Summer! You’re the best!” She hugs me.

“Don’t worry, it will not happen. I won’t die. I won’t abandon you and your mommy, okay?” She nodded and then gazed up at Summer. “Mommy, can you come here? Let’s all have a group hug.” Summer stood still for a moment, looking unsure. Then, with a hesitant step, she moved towards us. I reached out and took hold of her, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. With a gentle embrace, I pulled her close and kissed her forehead. I could feel the softness of her hair as I whispered, “I won’t leave you.”

I had called Summer. “Summer, are you okay?” I asked, worried she was sick. “No,” she croaked. “I’m dying.” “What the fuck?” I barked, hurrying to grab my car keys, and stopped. I smelled like sweat and cat hair. If she was sick, being around me would be the last thing she’d want. I threw a random tee shirt and pants, still hearing some shuffling on the other side. “Hello? Summer, are you there?” “Y-yes. Void. Void will get all my assets,” she said, her voice groggy. “Goodbye, cruel world.”

Tessa's POV: From the moment the door clicked shut, I knew things were going to spiral. For goodness' sake. Summer’s breath came out in hitches in the silence, too loud in the large room. I pressed my body tighter to the cold floor, every muscle locked and straining. The recorder blinked once, then vanished into shadow again—silent, but ever listening. “Hey,” Summer said again, her voice fraying at the end. “I just… I need to know. About that night.”

His face was all pout, and my heart flipped. “God, he’s such a menace,” I muttered. Summer leaned over to peek. “Damn. That man is weaponized. How do you say no to that face?” “I don’t,” I admitted shamelessly. *** The next morning, Summer had already left by the time I woke up, but she’d left a note: He’s probably already outside waiting for you. Wear sunscreen, bitch. – S

We grab our sodas, and as we step back onto the boardwalk, the sun dipping lower behind the horizon, I can’t help but think that summer is just beginning—and I have no idea what it’s going to bring. But one thing is certain. Gavin hasn’t stopped affecting me, and Eben… Eben is just as dangerously magnetic as ever. Summer has a way of changing everything. The sun dips lower, casting the pier in molten gold, the waves lapping rhythmically below. Josh and Gemma are still splashing around, and I’m walking beside Gavin, surfboard tucked under his arm. The quiet between us feels loaded, and I’m just about to break it when Eben’s voice cuts through.

"You never let anyone in. You build a fortress around yourself and expect me to break through it without getting cut." "I just let you in," I said, my voice dropping dangerously soft as my gaze flicked down to her lips. "I just stripped away every bit of control I had left. So don't stand there and tell me I'm hiding." Summer swallowed hard. Her hands hovered near my waist, her fingers brushing the hem of my jacket, threatening to pull me closer, but stopping just short. The hesitation was torture. "Where does that leave us, then?" she asked, her voice dropping lower, laced with a vulnerability she rarely let me see. "When the music stops tomorrow... what are we?"

What do normal people do when they come to Crete for a summer vacation? They probably post photos on I*******m with captions like "Sun, sea, sand #blessed," sip ouzo in the evenings, smash plates, and just soak up that effortless island vibe. And what am I doing? I’m covering my ears with my hands, counting prime numbers backward in my head, and trying not to lose my absolute mind. I am in a literal marathon to stay sane.

I backed away even though there is no space for me to stepped on the moment you started dancing with a not so decent moves as you sang the song. "Watermelon sugar high. Watermelon sugar high. Watermelon sugar high. Watermelon sugar. Strawberries on a summer evenin'. Baby, you're the end of June. I want your belly and that summer feelin'. Getting washed away in you." Rolling over the floor, swaying your body in a not so decent move, pulling your shirt up to show your toned abs, and giving such intimidating look to give such sexy impression. I couldn' help, but admire on how cute yet hot you are for trying so hard. But at the same time, I couldn't help, but laugh at how funny you are for doing

CHAPTER 25: I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER I know what you did last summer (ah-ah) Just lied to me, "there's no other" (he-ey) I know what you did last summer Tell me where you've been — Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello A U T U M N