MasukCortney clears her throat and laughs nervously, caught. “It’s not what you’re thinking.”“You stole your father’s yacht.”“I didn’t steal it,” she says defensively. “I just… took it.”My brows climb. “You just. Took it.”“Chancé. My father is rich and always absent. He won’t even notice.”“That doesn’t make it right.”“You know what isn’t right?” Her voice changes. “Him and mom being too busy to ever actually show up for us.”I look at her. “So this is a rebellion thing?” I wait for her to respond, but her jaw just tightens. “And you made me part of it?” I shake my head slowly. “Well played, Cortney.” I turn to leave.She follows immediately, footsteps quick behind mine. “Chancé—”“You said you wouldn’t do anything stupid.” I don’t stop walking. “You promised me. Four fingers and everything.”“Chancé, please—”I finally stop. Not because she caught up to me, but because I genuinely cannot wrap my head around what she’s done. I turn back to face her. “I trusted you.”“I know.” She sigh
I’m still.Shocked.Confused.His body is close to mine — one hand at my waist, the other cradling the back of my head, his lips on mine. My eyes stay wide open. My heart has stopped beating entirely. No thoughts. No words. Just the warmth of him and the complete inability to process any of it.His tongue parts my lips and deepens the kiss and I feel it, all of it, but I’m so deep in shock that I can’t move. Can’t respond. River Dawson is an absolutely devastating kisser and my body just…My senses suddenly comes to me.This is wrong.Wait. Did I hear him correctly before he kissed me? He said he missed me. He called me by my full name. But we said professional. I said professional. I am his tutor and if this keeps happening, teaching him is going to become impossible.I push him back gently.My breathing returns all at once — uneven, shallow, too loud for the small room. We stand there in the dusty silence, eyes searching each other like we’re both looking for answers to questions we
The beeping of the timer makes me close my eyes.I failed. Most people would think it’s just one question. But I didn’t fail it because it was hard, I failed it because I overlooked it. I could have gotten it. I should have gotten it, if I hadn’t been so sure of myself.Question fourteen: Solve for x using the completing the square method — x² + 6x + 5 = 0.I know quadratic equations. I could solve this in my sleep using the formula. But that’s not what it’s asking. It wants the long way. The method I skimmed past because I was so certain we wouldn’t be given that when the formula gets you to the same answer faster.I was wrong.I was so damn wrong. And I failed.The papers are collected. I stand and walk straight out of the classroom without a word to Cortney. She calls after me, footsteps quick behind mine, and I finally stop when she catches up and plants herself in front of me.“Chancé. What’s wrong?”I try so hard to keep my face composed, but the tears are already there, have b
I’ve tried not to feel bothered about what happened Tuesday night — River, the text from Sasha, all of it.Instead, I’ve kept my focus on the test happening today.I wave at Cortney as I lock my front door behind me, jog to her car, and slide into the passenger seat. “Did you sleep well?” I ask, reaching for the seatbelt.Cortney groans low, head dropping back against the headrest before she turns to face me. “I know you’re all chill and put-together. You always are during exam season. But me?” She exhales. “I’m struggling.”I roll my eyes internally as she keeps talking, her voice fading into background noise. She does this every single test, or exam period. I ask how she slept, and somehow it spirals into a whole monologue.As for me? I’m not bothered. If anything, I love this period. It’s a reminder that in two more terms, I’m out of this school. For good. No hot-or-smash lists. No Sasha Mackline. Nothing left to bully me or pick me apart. Just my own world, finally university, som
***~~~CHANCÈ~~~***With every fiber in me, I try my best to stay grounded.Every time River Dawson walks into a room, my head turns. It’s automatic at this point — something I can’t fully control. But today is different. I don’t want to send him any signal, not when this evening he’ll be at my house for his tutorial.And when I say professional, I mean it. I might melt when he’s beside me. I might lose track of a sentence mid-thought because of the way he looks at me sometimes. But none of that matters right now. My mission is simple — get his grades up, get my reward, and keep my head on straight while doing it.My heart skips when murmurs ripple through the room and I see Sasha Mackline stride in.For one wild second, I think she’s coming for me. Our eyes meet, but then she keeps walking, straight toward River.One thought lands hard and fast: Does she know about us?Is this the next thing she wants to take from me?River isn’t mine. I have no claim, no right to feel anything abou
Taking my helmet off, I push into the locker room and step inside. I pull off my gear, reach for my towel, and wrap it around my waist. The guys are mid-conversation about what they did over the weekend — the same conversation they had yesterday, before and after practice. I get it. I do. But I'm rolling my eyes internally the whole time, wishing I'd actually been there to celebrate with them instead of lying half-conscious in a hospital bed. My phone had buzzed. It had rung too. But I was in the middle of a three-hour blackout and never saw any of it until later. Only Riley knows what really happened to me. Even he doesn't know Daniel was the one who nearly ended my life that night. Only Cort knows that part. Yesterday, when they asked about the bruises — why I hadn't replied, hadn't picked up, hadn't shown up at the party the girls had apparently been expecting me at — I lied. Told them I'd been in a car accident. Not life-threatening, I said. It was. I would be dead right no
"What are you doing here?" I slowly walk into my room, closing the door behind me. My mind races. Why is he here? And he used the front door? "Maybe because I missed you."I'm taken aback. Missed me? River Dawson missed me? No. I can't fall for that anymore. Something smells fishy. Is he just here
I decide to stay under the radar for now.The wicked smirk I saw on Sasha’s face earlier still lingers in my mind. It instilled real fear in me. I can’t be the reason another accident happens to my family.And then there’s Cortney, still giving me the silent treatment because I chose a birthday par
Cort speeds through the city traffic. In the passenger seat, I lean back, my body tense, phone clutched so tightly in my hands. Cort’s voice sounds muffled, while my mind spins out every worst-case scenario. I don’t want anything bad to happen to my daddy. I won’t be able to bear it.A sharp ring f
I take a large gulp as Mrs. Cetera stares at me. A warm smile slowly curls her lips. “You have a really good friend looking out for you. Do you want to audition?”I freeze for a moment. My mouth opens to decline, to say I’m only here for backstage work, but the words die in my throat. Instead, I no







