LOGINI woke up the next morning at my uncle’s place feeling like I’d been hit by a truck. My body was weak, every muscle aching like I’d run a marathon in my sleep. My head pounded, and for a second I just lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to remember where I was. The guest room smelled faintly of fresh linen and the rain from last night. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, expecting maybe a few messages from my parents asking where I’d disappeared to.Instead, the screen lit up with dozens of missed calls and texts. Mom. Dad. Even a couple from Coach. My stomach dropped. I quickly texted the group chat with my parents: “I’m at Uncle’s. I’m fine. Don’t worry.”Before I could even put the phone down, it started buzzing again, nonstop notifications flooding in. Group chats. School page tags. DMs from numbers I didn’t even recognize. My heart started racing before my brain caught up.I opened the school’s main page.And there it was.Videos. Moans. Clips of me and Maya tangled u
I got home feeling like I’d been run over by a truck. The fight in the cafeteria, Maya’s face when I accidentally hit her, the way she told me to go it was all replaying in my head on a loop. I couldn’t breathe. The second I stepped into my room, something inside me snapped.I grabbed the first thing I saw — a trophy from last season and hurled it against the wall. It shattered with a loud crack. I didn’t stop. I ripped posters off the wall, knocked books off my shelf, kicked over the chair by my desk. Everything I could reach went flying. Glass from a picture frame crunched under my shoes. My breathing was ragged, chest heaving like I’d just finished a full-ice sprint.I dropped to the floor in the middle of the mess, head in my hands. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn’t take it anymore. The guilt, the jealousy, the pressure from Marcus, the way I kept hurting the one person I loved more than anything — it was all too much. I was losing everything. My team, my future, Maya. And it was
The cafeteria was loud as usual, trays clattering, guys shouting across tables, the usual chaos that normally didn’t bother me. But today everything felt too loud, too bright, too much. I sat with my teammates at our regular table, trying to act like everything was normal. But my eyes kept drifting to the corner of the room where Jordan and Maya were sitting.They were laughing loudly, heads close together, Jordan’s arm draped casually over the back of her chair like he had every right to be there. He said something and Maya threw her head back, laughing even harder, her hand lightly touching his arm. The sight hit me like a punch to the gut. My fork bent in my hand without me realizing it.Silas, one of the guys on the team, noticed me staring. “Hey man, are you okay? You look like you’re about to break that fork.”I stood up fast, chair scraping loudly against the floor. “I’m fine. I’ve got to run.”I didn’t wait for anyone to say anything. I left the cafeteria and headed straight
I stepped toward Maya slowly, the house eerily quiet around us. Mom and Dad were out for the evening, so it was just the two of us. The air between us felt thick, suffocating. “Maya… it’s not like that. You know it’s not. Those photos don’t mean anything.”“Don’t fucking touch me,” she snapped, stepping back. Her eyes were red-rimmed, like she’d been crying for hours. Her voice trembled with barely contained rage. “Don’t you dare come near me right now.”I took another step anyway, desperate. “Please, just listen to me for a second. Clara forced that date. I had no choice. She’s still threatening us with the videos—”The slap came fast and hard. Her palm cracked across my cheek, the sting sharp and immediate. I staggered back a step, holding my face, more shocked than hurt. She was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling fast, tears shining in her eyes.“I thought we had something real, Leo,” she said, voice cracking. “I thought you loved me! Why would you go on a date with her? A
The second Lorraine and Michael left, the front door barely clicked shut before I was already moving. My heart was still racing from everything that just went down at the table. I ran upstairs and knocked softly on Maya’s door.“Maya? Are you okay?” Worry laced every word. No answer. I knocked again, harder. “Maya, talk to me.”Still nothing. I kept banging on the door until it finally cracked open. Maya stood there, face pale, sweat beading on her forehead. She looked exhausted.Before I could say anything, her knees buckled. She started collapsing slowly. “Maya! Maya!” I caught her just in time, holding her up.“I’m fine, Leo,” she whispered, voice weak. “Just a bit weak. I’ll get some rest. Go to sleep.”She pushed me gently but firmly out of the doorway and closed the door in my face. I stood there for a second, staring at the wood, my chest tight. What the hell was going on with her?I walked back to my room, head spinning. What did Aunt Lorraine mean by Maya’s been puking? What
Nora stepped right in front of us, arms crossed tight, eyes moving between me and Maya like she was reading a crime scene. The kitchen suddenly felt way too small. “Leo… is Maya having sex?”I choked hard on the sip of water I’d just taken. It went down the wrong way, burning my throat as I coughed and sputtered, eyes watering. “Uhm… okay, first of all, that’s Maya’s private life, not mine,” I managed, voice hoarse.“Thank you!” Maya said quickly, rolling her eyes at me like I’d actually done her a solid for once.Before Nora could push any further, the front door burst open with loud, cheerful voices.“Surpriseeee!” Uncle Michael and Aunt Lorraine called out together, stepping inside like they owned the place. Lorraine was holding a bottle of wine, Michael had that usual confident grin. They looked like they’d just come from some fancy event, her in a nice dress, him in a button-up.The three of us froze. Nora recovered first, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. “What ar
Maya’s POVI barely made it down the hall to my room before my knees started feeling like jelly. The second the door clicked shut behind me, I locked it and just leaned there, back against the wood, trying to catch my breath.My uniform was completely ruined. My shirt was soaked and see-through, cl
I wiped my face with the back of my arm and shoved past Marcus. “Yeah. Outside. Now.”The hallway felt ten degrees cooler. I pulled the door mostly shut behind us, heart still jackhammering. “What’s good, Maya? I’ve got practice in like five, so we gotta be fast.”She shifted on her feet, twisting
My blood was boiling as I stormed straight toward Clara. She was still leaning against the lockers like she owned the fucking hallway, that smug little smile playing on her lips. The photo burned in my mind—Maya’s shirt shoved up, my fingers buried between her thighs, her face twisted in pleasure.
I slipped into class ten minutes late, the door creaking loud enough to make every head turn. My neck still burned from Maya’s lipstick and the fresh hickeys she’d sucked into my skin.My cock was half-hard just from the memory of her tight, dripping cunt clenching around me in that closet.“Mr. Lu







