🖤 Jay's POV — Friday Night, Prom
I stood in front of the mirror—
again.
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The room was silent.
Just me.
And this version of me I'm still getting used to.
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The dark blue satin dress hugged perfectly.
Soft shine under the light.
Flowing down like it belonged to me.
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I turned slightly.
Watched it move.
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Elegant.
Controlled.
Strong.
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Not the girl from before.
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"…You'll survive this," I whispered.
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Because that's the goal tonight.
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Survive.
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But my chest didn't agree.
Because I knew—
Tonight isn't simple.
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It's him.
And him.
And everything in between.
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I picked my clutch.
Walked out.
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🚗 Outside
The cold breeze hit my face.
Calm.
But not enough.
—
And then—
Jass.
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Leaning against the car.
Black suit.
Sharp.
Clean.
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My steps slowed for half a second.
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He looked… unfairly good.
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His eyes lifted to me.
Paused.
—
Then—
A smirk.
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"Wow," he said softly. "You're trying to outshine everyone tonight?"
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I rolled my eyes.
"Relax. I'm just doing the bare minimum."
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He walked closer.
Slowly.
Eyes still on me.
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"Bare minimum?" he repeated. "Darling, this is illegal."
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I blinked.
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"Stop talking."
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"Can't. You look too good."
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I looked away quickly.
"…Shut up and drive."
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But my heartbeat?
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Not normal.
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Because a part of me liked that.
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The car moved.
Lights passing by.
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Silence.
But not empty.
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He glanced at me.
"You're nervous."
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"I'm not."
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"You are."
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I crossed my arms.
"I'm not nervous."
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"You adjusted your dress three times in two minutes."
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I froze.
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"…Shut up."
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He chuckled.
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Annoying.
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Why does he notice everything?
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🎉 Prom Entrance
The venue glowed.
Lights everywhere.
Music soft but present.
—
The moment we stepped out—
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Eyes.
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On us.
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Whispers.
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I straightened.
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Jass stepped beside me.
Close.
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His hand brushed mine.
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"For the act," he murmured.
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I hesitated—
Then let him.
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Our fingers intertwined.
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Warm.
Firm.
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We walked in.
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Together.
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And then—
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I saw him.
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Keifer.
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Standing across the hall.
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Navy blue suit.
—
Matching.
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My breath caught.
—
He looked—
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Incredible.
—
Sharp.
Controlled.
Dangerous.
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And for a second—
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I forgot everything.
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The room.
The people.
Jass.
—
Just him.
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That version of him—
The one I used to look at like—
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No.
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I looked away quickly.
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Don't.
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Don't go there.
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But my heart didn't listen.
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Because damn—
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He looked good.
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Too good.
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Jass's voice cut in.
"Careful."
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I blinked.
"…What?"
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"You're staring."
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"I wasn't."
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He smirked.
"Sure."
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I looked away again.
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Why does he always catch everything?
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CI N rushed forward.
"Jay, please—just listen—"
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Felix stepped in.
"We're sorry—"
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Yuri.
"Can we just talk for a minute—"
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David, Edrix, Calix—
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All of them.
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Trying.
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I walked past them.
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Didn't stop.
Didn't respond.
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Didn't even slow down.
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Because if I do—
I'll remember everything.
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And I don't want to.
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Not tonight.
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Jass didn't interfere.
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Just walked with me.
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And somehow—
That silence from him—
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Felt like support.
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A girl host stepped up.
"Tonight is all about partners!"
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Cheers.
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"Let's play a couple game!"
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I sighed.
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Of course.
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We were called.
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Of course.
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I looked at Jass.
"…Don't mess this up."
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He smirked.
"No promises."
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We stepped forward.
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🎯 Game 1 — Close Challenge
We had to stand close.
Balance.
Move together.
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His hand on my waist.
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My hand on his shoulder.
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Too close.
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"You okay?" he murmured.
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"I will push you."
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"Romantic."
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We moved.
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Almost slipped—
Then laughed.
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Actually laughed.
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And for a second—
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It felt easy.
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Too easy.
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And that scared me.
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I glanced sideways.
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Keifer.
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Watching.
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Eyes dark.
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And beside him—
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Luna.
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Holding his arm.
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Too close.
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My chest tightened.
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I looked away instantly.
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Why does that bother me?
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It shouldn't.
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But it does.
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And I hate that.
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The host smiled.
"Now, let's see how well you know your partner!"
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Great.
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Questions started.
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"What's their favorite memory?"
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I froze.
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Favorite memory?
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My mind didn't go to Jass.
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It went—
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To Keifer.
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Terrace.
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Late evening.
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Laughing over nothing.
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Wind in my hair.
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Him looking at me like—
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Like I mattered.
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I blinked.
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"…Jay?" Jass nudged softly.
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I snapped back.
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"Uh—" I forced a smile, "he likes annoying people."
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Laughter.
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Jass smirked.
"Correct."
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But inside—
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I wasn't there.
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Because my mind—
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Was somewhere else.
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Another question.
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"What moment made you trust them?"
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Again—
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Not Jass.
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Keifer.
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Haunted house.
—
Dark.
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His hand finding mine.
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Holding tight.
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Not letting go.
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That look in his eyes—
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Real.
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Or at least—
I thought it was.
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"…Jay?"
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I blinked again.
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"Uh—he didn't burn pancakes today."
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More laughter.
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Jass chuckled.
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But I wasn't laughing.
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Because my chest felt heavy.
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Why am I remembering him now?
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Why does it still feel real?
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We stepped down.
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People clapping.
Laughing.
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Jass leaned closer.
"You disappeared there."
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"I didn't."
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"You did."
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I looked away.
"…Doesn't matter."
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He didn't push.
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Just stayed beside me.
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But across the room—
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I could still feel it.
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Keifer's gaze.
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Burning.
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Intense.
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Unavoidable.
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And somewhere inside me—
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Something dangerous shifted.
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Because no matter how much I try—
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A part of me still reacts to him.
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Still remembers him.
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Still—
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Feels him.
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And that?
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That's exactly what will ruin everything.
The host kept going.
More couples.
More laughter.
More noise.
—
I stood beside Jass, but my mind wasn't steady anymore.
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Then—
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"Next couple—Keifer and Luna!"
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My body reacted before my mind did.
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I looked.
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Keifer walked up.
Calm.
Composed.
—
Navy blue suit.
Matching.
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My breath hitched for a second.
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He looked—
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Incredible.
—
Sharp jaw.
Perfect fit.
That quiet confidence—
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The same one that always got to me.
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I hated that I noticed.
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I hated that it still affected me.
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And beside him—
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Luna.
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Clinging.
Smiling.
Too close.
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Something inside me tightened.
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I crossed my arms.
Looked away.
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Why does this bother me?
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It shouldn't.
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It doesn't.
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…liar.
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Same game.
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Close.
Too close.
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His hand on her waist.
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I looked back—
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And instantly regretted it.
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They stood there.
Balanced.
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The host laughed.
"You two look good together!"
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Good together?
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My jaw tightened.
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He didn't react.
Didn't deny.
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That annoyed me more.
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Why isn't he moving away?
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Why is he letting her stand like that?
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Why do I care?
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I don't.
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But my fingers tightened around my clutch.
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Jass leaned closer.
"Easy."
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"I'm fine."
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"You're not."
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"…Shut up."
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He chuckled softly.
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I hate that he can read me.
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Then—
Questions.
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"What's your partner's favorite thing?"
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Luna answered instantly.
Too confidently.
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Like she knew him.
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I almost laughed.
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She doesn't.
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Not like—
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Stop.
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He didn't correct her.
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That hurt.
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More than I expected.
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I looked away completely this time.
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I'm done watching.
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Because this?
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Isn't something I should feel anything about.
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Applause.
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They stepped down.
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I didn't look.
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Didn't care.
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At least—
That's what I forced myself to believe.
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"I'm getting a drink," I said.
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Jass nodded.
"Go."
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Quieter here.
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Less noise.
Less pressure.
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I picked up a glass.
Didn't even check what it was.
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Just needed something to hold.
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Something to steady myself.
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"Jay."
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I froze.
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CI N.
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Of course.
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"…What?" I said without turning.
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"Can we talk?"
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I closed my eyes for a second.
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I don't want this.
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But I didn't walk away.
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So I turned.
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He looked nervous.
Guilty.
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Good.
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"You have one minute."
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"I'm sorry," he said immediately.
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Silence.
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"That's not enough."
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"I know," he nodded quickly. "I should've told you everything."
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My grip tightened on the glass.
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"Told me what?"
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"That Keifer had a plan… to use you… to take revenge for Aries."
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There it is.
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Out loud.
—
Again.
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"And you didn't tell me."
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"I couldn't," he said. "I wasn't confident enough… and I owed him."
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I let out a dry laugh.
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"Owed him?" I repeated. "So that mattered more than me?"
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"No—Jay, it's not like that—"
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"Then what is it like?"
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He struggled.
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"I was scared," he admitted. "You know how he is… I couldn't go against him."
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I looked at him.
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"You couldn't go against him… but you could stand there and watch me fall for a lie?"
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"I hated it!" he said quickly. "Every second of it—I hated it."
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"Then why didn't you stop it?"
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"I tried… just not enough."
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Silence.
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The music felt distant.
—
Everything felt distant.
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"I trusted you," I said quietly.
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"I know."
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"And you broke that."
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"I know."
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No defense now.
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Just truth.
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I exhaled slowly.
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This still hurts.
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More than I want it to.
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Then he said something that made me pause.
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"…I don't even know why Keifer told you like that."
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I frowned slightly.
"What?"
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"The plan was stopped a long time ago," he said. "We all knew it wasn't… that anymore."
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My chest tightened.
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"He didn't have to say it like that," CI N continued softly. "We could all see it…"
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"See what?" I asked, quieter now.
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He hesitated.
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Then said it.
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"…that he really loves you."
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Silence.
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My breath stopped for a second.
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"…Don't," I said immediately.
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"I'm serious," he said. "I don't know what was wrong with him that day, but that wasn't the truth anymore."
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I looked away.
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No.
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I'm not doing this.
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Not now.
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Not again.
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Because if I believe that—
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I'll fall right back.
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And I can't afford that.
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"Enough," I said.
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He nodded quickly.
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"I'm just saying… I'm sorry, Jay. For everything."
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I looked at him.
—
Really looked.
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He meant it.
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I can see that.
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And CI N—
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He was never like the others.
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More like…
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A younger brother.
—
Annoying.
Stupid sometimes.
—
But not cruel.
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I sighed softly.
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"I'm not forgiving everyone."
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"I know."
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"But you…"
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I paused.
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"…you get one chance."
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His eyes widened slightly.
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"I won't mess it up," he said immediately.
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"Don't."
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He nodded.
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That's it.
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That's all I can give.
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Because I can't carry this forever.
"Alright everyone!" the host called out. "Time for the couple dance!"
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Music shifted.
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Slow.
Soft.
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Lights dimmed.
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Couples moved to the floor.
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I looked at CI N.
"…Go."
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"Thank you, Jay."
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I didn't respond.
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Just turned.
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And walked back.
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To Jass.
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Because no matter what I just heard—
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No matter what part of me reacted—
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Tonight isn't over.
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And neither is this story.
Prom Night (Continue)
The music softened.
Lights dimmed just enough to blur everything else.
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"Partner dance," the host repeated.
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I stood in front of Jass.
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He extended his hand.
"Shall we, darling?"
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I rolled my eyes… but placed my hand in his anyway.
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Because that's what we're doing tonight.
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Playing the part.
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🎶 Dance Floor
His hand settled on my waist.
Firm.
Steady.
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Mine rested on his shoulder.
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We started moving slowly.
In rhythm.
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Close.
—
Too close.
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Across the floor—
I saw them.
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Keifer.
And Luna.
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Her arms wrapped around him.
Closer than necessary.
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Her head slightly tilted toward him.
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And he—
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Was letting her.
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Something sharp twisted in my chest.
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I looked away instantly.
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Fine.
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If that's how he wants to play—
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Then fine.
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I stepped closer to Jass.
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He noticed immediately.
A faint smirk.
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"Careful," he murmured. "You're getting bold."
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"Just doing the act," I replied.
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But I moved closer again.
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My hand slid slightly higher on his shoulder.
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His grip on my waist tightened just a little.
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We were closer now.
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Closer than before.
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And I knew—
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Keifer could see.
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Good.
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Let him.
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"Jay," Jass said softly.
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"Hm?"
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"You're not just acting."
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I stilled for half a second.
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"…I am."
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"No," he said quietly. "You're trying to prove something."
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I looked at him.
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"…Maybe I am."
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A pause.
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Then I exhaled slowly.
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"I think I should move on."
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The words felt heavy.
—
Real.
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"I can't stay like this forever," I continued. "Stuck on something that wasn't even real."
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Jass didn't interrupt.
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Just listened.
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"I need to stop… whatever this is," I whispered.
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Silence.
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But I didn't know—
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That someone else heard it too.
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👀 Nearby
Keifer.
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Close enough.
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Every word.
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Every single one.
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🎶 Back to Us
Jass's hand lifted slightly, tilting my chin up.
—
Our faces were inches apart.
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"Are you sure?" he asked quietly.
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I hesitated.
—
Because for a second—
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I wasn't.
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But then—
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"I have to be."
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His gaze softened.
—
And for a moment—
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Everything else faded.
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Just us.
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Close.
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Too close.
—
My breath hitched.
—
His gaze dropped to my lips.
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And I knew—
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What was about to happen.
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And I didn't stop it.
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Didn't move away.
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Because maybe—
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This is how I end it.
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How I move on.
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Our faces inched closer—
—
And then—
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Everything shattered.
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A strong force—
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Yanked Jass back.
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"WHAT THE—"
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Before I could react—
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Keifer.
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His fist connected.
Hard.
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Jass stumbled back.
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"Keifer—STOP—"
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But he didn't listen.
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His eyes—
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Wild.
Furious.
—
And then—
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He turned to me.
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Before I could step back—
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He lifted me.
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Over his shoulder.
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"What the hell—KEIFER PUT ME DOWN—"
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I hit his back lightly.
Struggled.
—
"LET ME GO!"
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He didn't stop.
Didn't slow down.
—
People stared.
Whispers.
Shock.
—
But he walked straight through—
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Like nothing else existed.
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Like nothing else mattered.
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🚪 Changing Room
Door opened.
—
Then slammed shut.
—
Lock clicked.
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He put me down—
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Not gently.
—
But not enough to hurt.
—
I stumbled slightly—
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And before I could react—
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He stepped forward.
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Close.
Too close.
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"Keifer—what are you—"
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He didn't let me finish.
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His hands cupped my face—
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And then—
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He kissed me.
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Not soft.
Not careful.
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It was intense.
Desperate.
—
Like he was trying to prove something.
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Like he was trying to hold onto something slipping away.
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My breath caught—
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For a second—
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I froze.
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Because this—
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This felt real.
—
Too real.
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But then—
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Reality hit.
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I pushed him back.
Hard.
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"STOP—"
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He stepped back slightly—
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And I saw it.
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Tears.
—
In his eyes.
—
Actually there.
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"You can't move on," he said, voice breaking. "You can't move on from me—I won't let you."
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My chest tightened.
—
"You're mine," he continued. "I love you—I can't watch you with someone else."
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Silence.
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And then—
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I slapped him.
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The sound echoed.
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He didn't stop me.
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"I deserve it," he said quietly. "Do it again if you want."
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I hit his chest instead.
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Again.
And again.
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"STOP IT!" I shouted, tears in my own eyes now. "Just stop!"
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My hands trembled.
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"You don't get to do this," I continued. "You don't get to say it was all fake—use me—and then suddenly say you love me when I'm trying to move on!"
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My voice broke.
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"What is wrong with you?"
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Silence.
—
"I'm sorry," he said.
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I laughed bitterly.
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"Stop lying."
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"I'm not."
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"Then tell me," I demanded. "Tell me why you did all of this. Why you acted like I didn't matter."
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He stepped closer.
Hands gently holding my face again—
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"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I can't tell you. Not yet."
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My expression hardened.
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"Of course you can't."
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"I'm going to London," he said. "For my inheritance. When I come back—I'll tell you everything."
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I didn't react.
—
"I'll spend my whole life making it up to you," he continued. "If that's what it takes."
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Silence.
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I pushed his hands away.
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"No."
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He froze.
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"I'm done waiting," I said quietly.
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Then I turned.
—
Walked to the door.
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Unlocked it.
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And left.
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TERRACE
The cold air hit harder this time.
Sharper.
Like it was trying to wake me up.
—
My hands rested on the railing.
Tight.
—
I could still feel it.
His touch.
His voice.
—
I closed my eyes for a second.
Then opened them.
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"Okay…" I whispered to myself.
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A breath in.
Slow.
Controlled.
—
"Okay, so you can't tell me, right?"
—
My voice wasn't shaking anymore.
—
Not like before.
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"Fine."
—
I straightened slightly.
—
"Then I'll find out everything myself."
—
The words felt different.
Stronger.
—
Because this time—
I wasn't waiting for answers.
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I was taking them.
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"It's okay," I continued quietly. "You don't know a lot of things about me either."
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A pause.
—
My fingers curled slightly over the railing.
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"But what I saw…"
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My chest tightened just a little.
—
"In your eyes… in your actions…"
—
I exhaled slowly.
—
"And your biggest weakness—"
—
A small, almost bitter smile formed.
—
"Jealousy."
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Silence.
—
"I know that what you said… wasn't fake."
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That part hurt to admit.
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"But that doesn't change anything."
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My voice hardened again.
—
"You still planned to use me first."
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"You still hurt me."
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A pause.
—
"And even if I want to know your reason…"
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My jaw tightened.
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"That doesn't mean I forgive you."
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Not now.
Maybe not ever.
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I stepped back from the railing.
—
Eyes steady.
Colder now.
—
"I will find out everything."
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"Very soon."
—
Then—
A faint smirk.
—
"Get ready, Mark Keifer Waston."
—
The name didn't feel the same anymore.
—
Because now—
—
"I'm not just Jay."
—
A pause.
—
"I'm Jasper Jean Mariano."
—
The truth settled in my chest like something powerful.
—
"The secret Mariano Princess."
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"The heiress of Mariano Group."
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"And I want to know…"
—
My gaze lifted slightly.
Sharper.
Focused.
—
"Who is the reason."
—
"Who has the power…"
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"To force a Waston to do something."
—
A slow breath.
—
"What kind of helplessness… can exist for someone like you?"
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Because that didn't make sense.
—
Not for him.
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"Because as far as I know…"
—
My lips curved slightly.
—
"Only a Mariano holds that kind of power."
—
A pause.
—
"Or is it a Waston?"
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Another pause.
—
"Or something else entirely…"
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Silence.
—
Then—
A soft, dangerous smile.
—
"I'll know very soon."
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My eyes shifted toward the dark sky.
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"London, huh…"
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A smirk.
—
"Interesting."
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