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HUNTER’S P.O.V“Tell me why you’re here today, Hunter James.”It had been weeks since Vera left me, and I hadn’t seen her since I took her to Ellie’s. She stopped showing up to work, I expected her to. I’m sure she resigned from Haven’s and relieved herself of the burden of seeing me every day. If it were up to her, she’d never want to see me ever again. Vera hated me that much.In some ways, I was grateful she resigned; she did us both a favour, me especially because I hated seeing things I couldn’t have. Her presence alone in that office would do much more damage to me, even worse than my current state. I couldn’t eat properly or sleep well. I couldn’t get things done like I normally would, even when under pressure. The other interns were noticing, the supervisor and even senior staff, they all knew something was very wrong with me. And even though the interns never asked, they knew Vera had a huge part in it, most especially because of her absence.I wished she could see me

HUNTER’S P.O.VVera sat quietly in the back of my car. She didn’t make a single sound—one would almost forget she was there.My eyes grew heavy from lack of sleep. The migraines that started after the accident were creeping back, pulsing right behind my eyes. I rubbed at my temple as I slowed for a red light.I watched her through the mirror. She sat stiffly, her back straight, and her gaze fixed on the passing streets. She couldn’t even relax around me anymore.It really had come to this.That stupid “break” had only been a softer landing. A nicer word for what we both knew was coming. Now she was bold enough to say it plainly— we were done.Vera was too good for me. I’d always known it, and I’d been horrible for her. *I fucking lost her.*The light turned green, and I pressed my foot against the accelerator, speeding up. It was late, but at least there’s no work tomorrow, so she could rest for the weekend.I kept driving, a little faster, so she could get home on time. By the time

VERA'S POV The car ride back to Havens was torture. I sat at the end of the car, as far from Hunter as the space would allow. I stared out through the tinted window while Attorney Dickson spoke lowly on the phone in the front passenger seat. The city blurred past me. My head ached and my eyes burned behind the layers of concealer I'd slathered on this morning. I had cried all morning. After slipping out of Hunter's bed while he watched, I made it outside before the first sob tore out of me. I sat on the steps for nearly twenty minutes, hugging my knees and burying and resting my forehead against them, crying so hard my ribs ached. Leaving Hunter had been the hardest thing I'd ever done; it was harder than watching him spiral, it was harder than the two times he'd almost gotten me killed. Because no matter how toxic it became, some part of me still loved him. I still loved the man he could be when his demons weren't swallowing him whole. But I couldn't stay, not anymore.

HUNTER’S POVImagine losing the best thing that’s ever happened to you, only to go to work the next day and see her act like nothing’s happened, while you secretly lose your mind. Depressed was an understatement. I didn’t know how to feel. I was numb, like it hadn’t dawned on me that Vera had left me.After she told me last night, I went mute. I didn’t know what to say.She kissed me last night, let me touch her for the last time, let my cock, slide between her wet folds. She let me push my way inside her, let me fuck her till she was well spent.The sound of our bodies slamming together mixed with her broken moans and my ragged breathing. I couldn’t stop kissing her. Her mouth, her neck, her collarbone, anywhere I could reach—while I fucked her like I could change her mind with my body.“I love you,” I growled against her throat, hips snapping harder. “I love you so fucking much.”Tears were streaming down her face. She held my face in both hands, forehead pressed to mine, staring

VERA’S P.O.VI woke to the low murmur of Hunter’s voice.“She’s stable now. Yeah...she was discharged a few hours ago.”My head raised a little too fast, but firm hands caught my shoulders.“Easy,” Hunter whispered.I blinked, slightly disoriented. I was in his bedroom.It was dark, only the dim glow of his phone lit the space.He reached over and turned on the bedside lamp, a soft golden light spilt across his face. He looked exhausted,“Why am I here?” My voice came out hoarse.Hunter sat up slowly. Only then did I realise I’d been lying on his chest, his arms wrapped around me.“You had an allergic reaction,” he said calmly. “Ellie wasn’t home...so I brought you here.”I tried to recall the past events that all led up to this moment. The awful smell that made me gag, and the nasty, taste of the drink Charles innocently got me.“The latte?” I asked.“Yes.”I sat up, ignoring the dizziness.I searched for my phone.I wanted to get my phone, get my things, then leave.Why was I here

HUNTER’S P.O.VVera left the moment the meeting ended, not wasting a second longer.Her friend Charles got up, following her out, too.“There’ll be a thirty-minute lunch break, then a brief meeting with the interns,” the supervisor announced as soon as the attorneys and senior staff left.The rest of us exited the conference hall, and I followed a few of the interns out for food.“Do you want to eat with us at our table?” One of the interns, Dana, asked me.The other two, Samson and Destiny, wait for my response.“I have to get something done,” I replied, declining as politely as I could.Dana smiled. “No problem, good luck with that.”I reached the canteen, and as I walked in, I saw Charles leave with two large coffees in his hands.One for him, and I assumed the other one was for Vera’s.I don’t know what to feel about him, getting close to Vera, buying her coffee, snacks, and even taking her home.All things I’m supposed to be doing, but can’t because of the dumb break.I’m not goi

LUKE’S P.O.VFor the next two hours, Ian and I spent it scrolling and analysing every single picture we could access of Nathaniel. Group photos, selfies. We even went to socials scanning every single one we could find of him. We even asked a few guys to send pictures they had of him too, and they did, we searched through them too, keeping an eye out for a single piece of jewellery. A black lace bracelet. Whoever is in that video with, Dre wore it. It’s the only clue I could find.The only other options are worse. A, breaking into Nathaniel’s room myself to see if it matches the one in the video, or B, showing Dre the actual video and asking directly who the guy is.Ian suggests we do the latter. “It’s the fastest way to know. Just ask her. Its more easier too.”I shake my head. I don’t want, Dre knowing about this at all. I’m going to protect her, her dignity and her mental health because she’d lose her mind if she finds out. “Should we just break into his house then?” Ian asks.

LUKE’S P.O.V I drive straight to Ian’s instead of Dre’s. I need to think. I need someone who isn’t going to look at me with the whole time with those big, trusting eyes and ask why I sound off. Ian’s house is dark except for the basement light. His parents are probably still out. I let myself in, as always and head downstairs. He’s sprawled on the old couch, controller in hand, some shooting game paused on the TV. “Luke? Grab the controller; I’m about to play another round,” he says, barely looking at me before fixing his eyes on the screen again. “I’m good.” Ian frowns then pauses the game. His eyes scan over me. "The fuck happened to you? You look pale.” I drop onto the beanbag across from him and pull out my phone. “They fucking texted again.” My hands are still shaking a little as I hand him the phone. “It’s not Nathaniel.” Ian sits up straighter his game forgotten. “How do you know? You said you were sure it’s him.” “Yes, because he's the only person

LUKE’S P.O.VThe first picture opens after what feels like forever. Dre’s in it, and it’s not what I feared it could be. My eyes narrows, straining to decipher the poorly shot image. It had obviously been taken in secret—the awkward angle gave it away. It’s Dre and me in the school's parking lot, together. I open the next one; it’s Dre and me in hallways. The next is Dre and me in the cafeteria during lunch. Dre and me sitting next to eachother in class. Dre and me driving out of school. Dre and me in the library. Dozens and dozens of pictures of Dre and me together. All at different days and times, all proving I didn’t stay away from Dre. Nathaniel comes to mind but Nathaniel’s in juvenile; phones aren’t allowed. It’s possible an outsider is helping him do this, or he’s not the sender.No, it has to be him; it’s the only logical option. He’s Dre’s ex; he's been with her; he already has a record of keeping sex tapes of girls in our class. He has a motive, and this is his way of

LUKE’S P.O.V “Did Darren Ford approach during your game, Lucas?” I’m back at the law office, meeting with Mr Reyes again, accompanied by my attorney, Ross. “He didn’t approach,” I answer. “What about your friends, anyone you know. Did he approach any of them?” I made sure to ask Dre and Halle, and they both assured me Darren didn’t say a word to either of them. Aside sitting behind them like a creep, that was it. “No, he didn’t speak to either of them.” “Has he tried to contact you since?” The attorney asks. “No, he hasn’t.” It doesn’t make sense. He’s been in hiding, or at least I thought he was, so why come back here? Why risk showing his face for a high school basketball game?” My phone buzzes loudly on the desk but I ignore it. Mr Reyes leans back in his leather chair, the wood creaking under his weight. Beside me, Ross looks over his notes, his pen tapping against his yellow legal pad. “He’s messing with you Lucas,” Ross says quietly, breaking the silence. “

LUKE’S P.O.V(PRESENT)Dre walks straight into my chest, wrapping her arms around my waist. She’d told me everything Ruth had told her this night. But even after listening to everything, every painful detail, I still don’t know how the hell to fix this. But I sure as hell don’t want her carrying any of it. She’d barely recovered from the last wave of insecurity a few days ago — where she convinced herself she wasn’t worthy of this, of us. It had taken nights of reassurance, of me holding her and repeating that she was it for me, before she finally started to believe she deserved this relationship.And now here comes another wave, heavier than the last.This time it’s the guilt — the heavy, crushing belief that she had ruined any chances of Ruth and me, when the chances have been zero from the start. That she was the reason everything had blown up, and no matter how much we had planned to tell Ruth the truth tomorrow, she had still become the girl who took what someone else wanted

DRE’S P.O.V (FLASHBACK: BEFORE THE LAST QUARTER) “I love you.” Luke’s molten dark eyes have a shimmery glow in the dark hallway. I said it again, I’ve told him I love him three times. Words can't describe how he's feeling, how long he’s waited for me to say it back to him. To openly hear me confess the feelings he knew I had deep down for him. His breath shakes as he draws me nearer, pressing his soft lips against mine, breathing into my mouth and opening it up to deepen the kiss. He loves me too. He pulls back when he hears the whistle. It’s time for him to go, and this time win because nothing is going to distract him on the court again. “I have to go,” he whispers. I nod eagerly, of course, he has to. He takes a few steps back, turns around, jogs through the tunnel, back to the court while stealing one more look from me. I stand there watching him leave, and once he’s out of sight, I take a step to follow him out, head back to the bleachers. A voice cuts t