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Chapter Twelve — Warmth in the cold Phoebe's POV The music was too loud. Even with my headphones on full volume, the bass from downstairs vibrated through the walls and into my chest. I curled up tighter on my bed, pressing the pillow over my head. I hated this. I hated parties. The noise, the chaos, the drunk people… it all reminded me of that night. The night I lost my dad. When Seth asked me why I hated parties, I wanted to tell him but I wouldn’t give him that kind of power over me. After almost an hour, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed water. Just a bottle of water and I’d come right back. I slipped out of my room and went downstairs. The house was packed. People were everywhere—laughing, dancing, making out. Some were already swimming in the pool outside. The entire backyard had turned into a full-blown party. My eyes scanned the crowd and landed on Seth. He was in one corner near the bar, kissing some girl. His hands were on her waist, and she was presse

Chapter Fourteen— Watch and learn Seth's POV The room smelled of laundry detergent, the sound of water running echoed from the bathroom.“Is someone in there?” Tasha asked, she had her arms around my hand, clinging to me like some pest.I exhaled slowly, stepping into the room fully. “I’ll check.” I said and walked towards the bathroom, almost in haste.The door closed with a soft click.Phoebe stood in front of my washing machine, one of my dirty shirts hanging over her shoulders. I narrowed my eyes. “What’s going on here?”She turned sharply. Something in her expression changed the moment she saw me. “Are you blind? I'm doing your laundry.”The defiance in her voice was unmistakable.Good. She was pissed, exactly what I wanted.I took a step closer to her, staring at the clean ones she had washed. “Didn’t think you'd do them, you were quite stubborn back there.”She let out a dry scoff. “Dont flatter yourself, Seth."“Can you leave? I'm trying to work here.” she added.She turned

Chapter Sixteen— Bitch slapped “Class dismissed.” Mr Moore said, closing his books. I quickly packed my books and lab coat into my bags. I just wanted to get out of here. The foam accident had already made me the center of attention and I was tired of the Stares.I was almost at the door when Seth's voice stopped me. “Phoebe, wait. We're going home together.”I turned around, frowning. “I came alone and I'll leave alone.”“No,” he said firmly, already walking toward me. “We’re going together.”Before I could argue, a group of girls rushed toward him with notebooks and papers.“Seth, please! Can you sign this for us?”“Seth, just one signature!”He sighed but stopped to sign quickly, scribbling his name while glancing at me every few seconds, clearly trying to catch up.I didn’t wait. I turned and kept walking toward the parking lot.By the time he finally caught up, I was already swinging my leg over my bike's seat.I paused, one foot still on the pedal.“It’s getting late,” he sai

Chapter Eighteen: Wet & trembling Phoebe's POV Every step I took felt like torture.The small pink vibrator Seth had pushed inside me this morning was still there—snug, full, and impossible to ignore. It wasn’t even on yet, but just the feeling of it stretching me, pressing against my walls with every movement, made my thighs tremble.I kept my head down as I walked through the hallway, trying my best to look normal. But I wasn’t. My panties felt damp already, and every time I shifted my weight, the toy moved slightly inside me, sending little sparks of unwanted sensation through my body.I hated him.I hated how aware I was of my own body now.I made it to the cafeteria and quickly found an empty table at the far corner. I sat down carefully, pressing my thighs together, hoping no one could tell something was wrong.I had barely taken out my phone when a familiar voice spoke beside me. “Hey, Phoebe.”I looked up.Conrad was standing there with his tray, smiling that charming smi

Chapter Twenty: Closer to Conrad Phoebe's POV Conrad drove us to a small, quiet café just outside the school area. It was one of those cozy places with soft lighting and barely any students from our school. I was grateful for that.We sat at a corner table near the window. He ordered coffee for both of us without asking, then leaned forward, looking at me with gentle eyes.“You’ve been crying,” he said softly. “What happened?”I shook my head, wiping my face again. “It’s nothing. Just… school stuff.”He didn’t push. Instead, he stayed quiet for a moment, then smiled a little.“You know… I’ve always noticed you, Phoebe.”I blinked, surprised. “Really? Because for years you acted like I didn’t exist.”He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a bit shy—something I’d never seen from the golden boy before.“I noticed you. A lot. But I thought… if I approached you, you’d reject me. You always seemed so focused on your books and staying away from drama. I didn’t want to make things awkward.