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2026-05-23 15:09:39
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IN BED WITH HER GIRL BEST FRIEND
DRE’S P.O.VAfter hours and hours of lying awake, my alarm finally puts me out of my misery.The glow of my phone screen is the only light in the room. I keep staring at it, willing Luke to text or call me back, but the last message I sent him hours ago still sits unread. He’s at Ian’s. He’s supposedly ‘still’ asleep, but it’s seven in the morning; he has to be awake by now.While brushing my teeth, I call Luke again, hoping that this time he’s wide awake and already on his way to drive us to school. I can’t imagine going alone. Ruth is still mad, and I have a feeling she’ll confront me again and I don't want to face it alone. After I told Luke she knew about us, he went straight to her place to meet her himself. He never told me what happened when he was there— what he said to Ruth, or what she said to him. He came home afterwards and said there was nothing I needed to worry about, and that was it.But worrying is all I seem capable of. Worrying about what happened with him and
IN BED WITH HER SUSPECT
DRE’S P.O.VThe line connects after a third call.“Hello?” I call impatiently. “Luke, are you there?”A few seconds pass, and I finally get a response, but it’s not Luke.“Hi, Andrea,” the soft-spoken person responds. I immediately recognise the voice; it’s Ian’s.My cheeks still burn when I recall our last conversation. Ian caught Luke and me messing around in the locker room, and I haven't known how to face him ever since.“Hi, Ian...can you put Luke on the phone?” Luke did mention he’ll be staying at Ian’s, but then he changed his mind. At least, I thought he did. Why else would he leave me here alone tonight?“Uh, he’s asleep. Is everything okay?”I swallow hard. I just want to know if he’s fine, from him and not Ian. But if he’s asleep at Ian’s, everything should be okay then.“Yeah, everything’s fine,” I assure, forcing lightness into my tone. I just wanted to know if he’s okay... that’s all. Sorry I called, good night—”“Wait,” he cuts in. My ears perk up. I strain
IN BED WITH HER CLUELESS
LUKE’S P.O.V For the next two hours, Ian and I spend it scrolling and analysing every single picture we can get of Nathaniel. Group photos, selfies, we even got our hands on some family photos. We go through his entire socials. Posts he uploaded himself, posts he was tagged in, every single one we can find. It gets to the point when we have to ask a few guys and a couple of his first to send pictures they have of him too. They did, we search through each one. At the end of it, we gathered close to three hundred pictures of Nathaniel, and not one of them has a single piece of jewellery we're looking for. A black plaited bracelet. Whoever is in that video with, Dre wore it. It’s the only clue I could find. The only other options to get to the bottom of this are worse. It's either we: A- break into Nathaniel’s room to see if it somehow resembles the room in the video. Or B- show Dre the actual video and ask her directly who the guy is. Ian suggests we do the latter. “It’s th
IN BED WITH HER FACELESS MAN
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
IN BED WITH HER FAKE PASS
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
IN BED WITH HER SEVERAL PICTURES
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. “
IN BED WITH HER STUNT
LUKE’S P.O.VIt’s been fifteen minutes since the last bell of the day rang. The school’s parking lot is already packed with students. Some try to drive out of it, while most hang around.Dre’s mum, Halle, texted earlier. She wants me to check out the venue for the memorial.*I know we normally do t
IN BED WITH HER HIS FLING
DRE’S P.O.VThe midday bell rings, and I leave class just before my other classmates can start rushing for the door.Silver texted earlier, telling me how we could sit together during AP English—another class we both have.It’s nice having someone to talk to during class, other than Luke, who didn’
IN BED WITH HER FATHER
LUKE’S P.O.V “I thought you wouldn’t come,” DeVante mocks me as I step into my father’s warehouse. I say nothing to that, hating the way he looks me up and down, like I’m a coward who is too afraid to go against my precious father’s orders. I motion towards the entrance, but DeVante stops me f
IN BED WITH HER GUILT SEX
LUKE’S P.O.VBefore I know it, Ruth captures my mouth with hers, enclosing my bottom lip whole.Her hands wrap around my neck.God, I try to pull away, I really want to— but I can’t do it.I grab her by the waist, pulling her out of the truck.She moans into my mouth, already weak in the knees.My
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