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Need to get what I can from her so I can pass this goddamn test and keep my father from destroying my life. I grab my chemistry textbook, my laptop with all the PDFs the teacher sent, and my notebook that has approximately three pages of terrible notes from the past month. Then I wait. Summer said she needed to freshen up first. So I sit on my bed, scrolling through I*******m to kill time. Notifications flood my screen. Comments on my latest post from the game yesterday. *You're so hot 🔥* *Marry me Crew* *Best player at Blackwood 😍*

“I mean, you’re a gamma, and you can’t fight. How did you even get your position? Sleep with your alpha?” My head shakes at her audacity, but I don’t entertain her snide remarks, sidestepping her. “I bet that’s what you did.” She trails behind me, incensed that I won’t respond. “I mean, you haven’t won a single sparring session in the weeks you’ve been here. You’re a loser who has to sleep her way to the top.” “Can we beat this bitch’s ass now?” Summer growls, pacing like the caged beast she is. Once I’ve found a suitable location, I set down my bag, mentally preparing myself for the next steps.

But it wasn’t enough. “The Night Walker is back up!” I rotated my shoulder, cracked my knuckles. Blood already smeared my knuckles from the last round. I didn't mind being thrown on the floor over and over again. I wasn’t here to win. I was here to feel something that wasn’t her: Pain. I blinked. Summer crossed my mind again. I saw her in my shirt. In my arms. Her eyes glassy with need. Her lips parting just before she said— “I want you to be my first.”

After all these years of being her doormat, backup plan, and lapdog, she still thought I was groveling. She didn't get it just yet. But… she would. One day, she would wake up and realize the game was over.

"Honey, don't be afraid. When I was your age, I managed to defeat the poachers. Now, I'm much older, and I have you with me. Together, we can defeat Kendrick." "Okay," Summer answered hesitantly, "but how?"

It is finally the weekend. I am so happy that the weekend has arrived. I don’t have much homework since it is only the first week of school. I would love to invite my friends over. But they don't know that I live with Reed. “Youngblood say you want it Say you want me Say you want me Out of your life And I am just a dead man walking tonight.” I was singing youngblood by 5 seconds of summer and dancing in my room with my hairbrush. Then I suddenly see a flash go off. I immediately stop my dancing and look towards my door to see Reed running away.

My fingers trembled as I picked up each shard, my mind racing far faster than my hands could move. Silverlake. Why was he going back to Silverlake? Nothing about this made sense, and the nonsense of it terrified me more than if it had made perfect, predictable sense. I swept the broken pieces into a small bag, stood, smoothed my hair back into place, and turned to face them both with a smile stitched carefully across my mouth. "I'm so sorry," I said. "When I heard Silverlake, I just remembered a friend of mine who went through something terrible there. It caught me off guard for a second."

"One day, you'll be mine." "Good girl." Kenneth presses the G button, and the elevator descends. He imagined Kitty and how they would do it, given a chance. He pulled Dina close, caressing her breast as he rubbed her neck. Dina's hands were on his shoulders; she closed her eyes anticipatingly. They began frenching as the elevator music played. Ken's eyes were open the whole time; a tear started rolling down his face. Dina saw fireworks light up while Ken was crying silently. He was apologizing to Kitty, his Kitty. She was unaware, waiting for him to get home.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Naega gal gireun naega bakkuji mwo (I’ll change up my path myself) Wigineun gihoero da bakkuji mwo (If you really wanna see me cry) Guji uneun kkori bogo sipdamyeon Yetda nunmul (Fine, here are some tears) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Ryder smoothly took over from Joy and it seemed as if he was warning me through the next set of lines to not take advantage of his sister and her “loneliness” coz he was gonna “swallow up his hate” this time with a warning and “would not get mad”.

“Me? Soft? Not a fucking chance. In fact, I’ve been playing you the whole time. Getting you to do my bidding, et cetera, et cetera.” But his silver-grey eyes completely betray the sarcastic words coming from his mouth. A deep, heavy sadness flickers behind his pupils. Troy studies his face for one last, breathless second before she finally turns around and walks back to her dorm. The lock clicks shut behind her. She collapses against the closed door, sliding down the wood until she is sitting flat on the floor, her heart hammering violently against her ribs in the dark.