The Theory of Love Ch. 04

Author's Note:

Welcome back to The Theory of Love.

This chapter marks the beginning of several escalating events spread across a few days, so some POV sections will run longer than usual.

A huge shout-out to everyone who reviewed Chapter 3--your insights, concerns, and suggestions were incredibly helpful, and I truly appreciate all of them <3.

I'll do my best to respond to all comments during the first week after posting, as your feedback is invaluable for shaping future updates.

Just a heads-up: there's no sex in this chapter. There's a bit of nudity and touching here and there, but nothing on the level of previous chapters.

And of course, special thanks (as always) to JasonJJones2012 for laying the foundation of this story. Hope to see you back soon.

With that said! here's chapter 4. Please enjoy!

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*Jessica -- Monday*

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The late morning sun felt good on my skin, which was impressive considering it was nearly December. Then again, I hadn't been down here in the colder seasons. When I agreed to come for Thanksgiving, I assumed the weather would be like the state we used to live in, so I didn't pack for cold. Luckily, Mia had a spare jacket.

Mia and Matilda chatted beside me while I strolled Jill along in her pram. She giggled and clapped as we passed birds and cars, pointing excitedly at everything, especially the large coach that had just started pulling out of the terminal.

It stopped as the traffic lights turned red, allowing us to cross in front of it.

"Big bus!" she squealed, wide-eyed with delight. She waved towards the driver, who smiled and waved back.

We all laughed at her innocence. As we got on the pavement and walked along the coach, that automatic human reflex to glance through the windows kicked in. My gaze wandered from empty seat to empty seat until I stood mid-stride, my mouth opened wide.

I had to rub my eyes as I couldn't believe who I was seeing. His head was leaning against the glass, but it was him, it was Tom.

"No way... how?" I exclaimed, drawing Mia and Matilda's attention. Mia turned to look at me.

"Jessica? What's wrong? Is something up?"

"Yes! It's Tom! He's in the coach!" I looked at the glowing LED panel on the side of the coach, and my mouth dropped open.

"It's heading to our University... But... why? I thought he wasn't going back until Friday!"

I started to wave my hands in the air like crazy, trying to grab his attention.. "Thomas! Hey! It's me, Jessica!"

I jumped, called his name, did everything short of throwing myself in front of the bus. But he didn't see me. Was he ignoring me on purpose? Or was he THAT focused on whatever he was thinking about, that he was blocking out everything?

Then the coach began to move. The traffic lights had turned green. I ran after it but had to stop as it disappeared around the corner and onto the highway.

My mind raced through every possible reason. He wasn't supposed to leave until Friday. Did he lie? Was this punishment for the photo? I thought we were making progress. What changed?

I was reaching a breaking point until I heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice calling my name. "Hm? wha?"

"Yeah you heard me! Blondie McCow-Tits, I have a bone to pick with you!"

I blinked, startled, then turned just in time to see a black blur charging at me.

A sharp pain exploded in my right boob, followed immediately by a pair of arms wrapping me in a hug--tight enough for our chests to awkwardly clash and make the pain throb even more.

"Ow! What the hell?!" I gasped.

"Sorry! I told myself that the first thing I'd do when I met you was yell at you, hug you, or punch you in the boob. So I picked all three."

Still in shock, I pulled back and looked at my attacker. She looked just as amused as I was bewildered.

I'm pretty sure I've seen this girl before, and then it clicked, a picture with an oversized plushie. She had the same mischievous grin, curly black hair, and familiar eyes.

"... Angelina?" I asked, still dazed.

She laughed and gave a mock bow. "In the flesh. And you're Jessica. The girl my brother fell in love with, got heartbroken by, and just started talking to again."

Once the chaos died down, Mia and Matilda came over for proper introductions. I even met Tom's dad and step-mum. It was surprising to find out that Angelina and Tom were step-siblings--you'd never guess from their Instagram pics unless they told you. After some small talk, Tom's parents went off to shop, and Mia and Matilda gave us space.

That left me with Angelina... and what I assumed would be a well-earned grilling.

We found a bench and sat down together. Silence stretched between us, heavy with awkward tension. I mean, what can you even say to your ex-boyfriend's sister who just insulted you, smacked your boob, and hugged you like it was all normal?

"Well?" she said, making the first move. "Why are you still here? I thought your classes started up today?"

"Well... since Tom said that he wouldn't be back on campus before Friday, I decided that I would spend more time with my sister before heading back. I'll admit, the temptation of trying to go from house to house to find him was there, but I love him too much to throw my chance away and I don't want to end up like a stalker ex-girlfriend.

"But now I see that he went back anyway, did he lie when he said he wasn't going back until Friday?"

"No! No, God no, he didn't lie about that. As he told you over the phone, he was originally staying here until Friday. But sometime over the weekend, he decided that he was tired of hiding and started packing, maybe he was going to talk to you straight away instead of waiting a week."

I gasped. What if he arrived and I wasn't there? Would he think I'd given up on us?

The urge to message him flickered through my mind, but I knew it would only add more weight to everything he was already carrying. I had to get back, tomorrow at the latest.

An elbow to my ribs yanked me out of my thoughts. Angelina.

"I know what you're thinking, but I want to ask you a few things first before you even think about contacting him, that good with you?"

I nodded as her eyes narrowed slightly, preparing whatever speech she had for me. Well, bring it on. I'm not going to be cowed by her! despite the still stinging sensation in my boob.

"You don't strike me as someone who backs down easily, so what's with the desperate Insta posts? Girl, half your page looks like an OnlyFans promo. What were you trying to prove with those?

I blinked at that. I was not expecting the first salvo of questions thrown my way to be about my IG account, but then a bad feeling developed. I opened my profile and swiped until I saw them, all my old after-sex shots where there... and in public no less!

"Fuuuuck... what the hell was I thinking?" I muttered, flushing with embarrassment as I glanced up. Angelina was already watching me, waiting for an answer.

I sighed, then tapped my follower list. Only three people were on it.

"My profile used to be private. All four of us--me, Hannah, Rachel, Kat, we were pretty much living it up as hardcore party girls during our sophomore year. We'd share pics or videos of the guys we slept with, like some messed-up competition. While I do have a list, they have a higher body count than I do, I was picky with who bedded me... but that doesn't excuse it."

I scrolled past the shots, cringing with each one. "So when did you make the switch to public?" Angelina asked.

To be fair, I sorta knew the answer already.

"It was during a really low point. My boyfriend dumped me--thanks to a spiteful bitch who craved control, and a prick who only saw me as a conquest. I just thought I'd do it as a form of self-punishment for betraying the best person I knew. I really didn't care who saw them."

I paused on one photo in particular. Jason Russell. The events of that night flashed through my mind once more. God, what a mistake, he and the rest. I wanted nothing more than to just get rid of them... then maybe Tom would...

My thumb hovered over the delete button, but before I could hit 'delete', my wrist was in a light grip. A hand reached over and pressed the lock button.

"Woah, woah, woah! What are you doing?"

"I'm tired of being who I was molded into," I said quietly. "I want to start fresh, not to be viewed as the party girl that many sought after to be in bed with like some trophy."

I looked up at her. "I just want to be me. A silly girl who wants to live life, fall in love, and be loved in return. With Tom. Only Tom."

Her hand lingered on my wrist, but she didn't stop me. No judgment in her eyes-- just thought. Maybe understanding.

"You really do love my brother," she murmured. "God, he was a wreck last week. But... I can also see this has hit you just as hard. Love is difficult at times. I get it..."

She glanced at my phone, then back at me.

"... But deleting those pics won't erase anything. Tom already knew the old, messed-up you. But he loves the woman that girl became. And yeah... he still loves you, even now."

She leaned back on the bench, letting out a deep sigh, looking towards me sideways.

"You want to prove you've changed? Then own her. Show him you've chosen to grow."

That hit me. Hard.

Tom never tried to change me. I changed because I wanted to, because I liked who I was becoming when I was with him. It started when he didn't melt under my looks. When he walked away from Simon's party instead of taking the abuse. When we stayed up talking, gaming, and laughing with Charlie and Harry. None of that would've happened if I hadn't walked the path I did. Even the messy parts that led me here.

"You're right," I whispered. "I do love him, I told him this already, but I'll say it to you too. When I get to talk to him on Saturday, I'll lay myself bare and show him everything. I'll do whatever it takes to show him that, even change how I look to please him."

Angelina raised an eyebrow, finally letting go of my wrist.

"That's what I wanted to hear," she said, grinning, though her expression shifted slightly, like she was weighing something. She sighed and murmured something I didn't catch.

"Okay. Jessica... I should let you two lovebirds handle things yourselves, but I can't help myself, though this time, it's for a good cause. I keep tabs on all the best events at nearby universities. There just so happens to be one that's happening this Saturday."

Her words jogged something in my brain. I remembered Tom mentioning something to Charlie and Harry a while back...

Then it hit me.

"I think I know which one you're talking about, it's a gaming convention, right? You think I should go?"

"Oh good, you know about that, that saves me the trouble of explaining, and as for you going? Duh! Of course you should go! Where else to have your talk but at the place where he resonates the most? Any walls he has will weaken. And if you're smart, you'll leave him speechless if you dress up for him."

I laughed. The way Angelina talks, along with the way she holds herself, she's like a warmer version of Hannah, only without the venomous side.

"Fair enough. I'll go. By dressing up, I presume you mean cosplay? That might be a problem. Do I even have time to get something ready? I don't do half-assed, especially as this is for him, but the real question is, who do I go as?"

She paused, chewing her lip thoughtfully.

"Well... I can't tell you what to wear or who to go as. But maybe you can go as someone he's talked about before? Come on, you've dated my brother. Other than you, what or who does he love?"

I racked my brain. This time last week, I never thought I'd see Tom again--let alone have a chance to win him back. I closed my eyes and tried to focus.' C'mon, Jessica... think! What does Tom love? Fantasy? Duh! That was a given. Characters? Tons. But which one did he talk about like she was real? Which one made him light up?'

A flash of white hair, green eyes, and a confident grin flickered behind my eyelids.

My eyes shot open, of course! The RPG breakdown. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about her. Not just a character. A symbol. A survivor.

Ciri

"Angelina?" I turned to her slowly. "I have the perfect person in mind! I just need to know something first. I know that Tom has talked about cosplay in the past, but have you cosplayed as well?"

"Well yeah, I've done some medieval or D&D-style stuff with Tom before, also with my friends at uni parties. But Tom's into full-blown gaming cosplay, especially since he started uni--his stuff is next level."

I grinned. That was perfect. The outfit I had in mind for Ciri looked pretty medieval, so this could work. I could save a lot of time if she could supply me with some clothing. Maybe Kat could help with embroidery, and stylize the wig I have at my dorm.

"Would you mind if I borrowed some of your costumes, or parts that you're willing to loan to me, if that's OK? I'll explain while we walk. You live nearby?"

"Sure, I don't see why not, this is for Tom in the end, as for my house? Literally walking distance from here. Five to ten minutes, give or take."

Perfect.

I waved Mia and Matilda over and told them I was going to Angelina's. They were a little upset I was changing plans and heading off to campus earlier than intended, but they understood and gave me their full support when I said it was for Tom.

Before leaving, I hugged Mia and Matilda and gave Jill's hair a playful ruffle. As we walked, I told her who I was cosplaying as. She loved it and mentioned she had some clothes that would help.

Eventually, our conversation drifted to other topics. She was curious about me, so I filled in the gaps. It felt different talking to a girl who wasn't from uni--we clicked on a deeper level as we swapped stories about Tom, family life, past relationships, and yes... even our sex lives. It felt like the start of a real friendship.

Our conversation drifted toward gaming--and our time at the arcade--right as it came into view. We swapped stories about our perfect games at the ball toss--especially her insisting on trading the top prize for a unicorn plushie.

I quickly told her I'd won the top prize figure a few days later. She seemed genuinely surprised and gave me a respectful nod.

"Now I really hope you two get back together in that case! It would be fun for once that one of my brother's girlfriends was a potential female gamer who I could talk to, I mean I like talking to Tom about this, but it's different when it's two women chatting about this, you know?"

Just a few minutes later, we reached her house. I blinked a few times, looking back the way we'd come.

"Wait--you live this close to the arcade?" I asked.

She grinned. "Yup. Tom practically lived there before uni."

I couldn't believe it, had we been this close all week and never crossed paths? Maybe it was fate. Or just bad timing. Either way, it felt like something was playing keep-away with me and Tom.

I shoved the thought aside as we stepped into her room--where I was immediately greeted by what I could only describe as the aftermath of a teddy bear factory explosion. Plushies were everywhere. Even her bed hadn't been spared; a full battalion of them was arranged across it.

As sickeningly colorful as it all was... I kinda loved it. And respected it.

She dragged out a trunk from under her bed and popped it open. Inside was an assortment of medieval-looking gloves, belts, corsets, and leather straps and buckles crammed into the trunk. She gave me a once-over and smirked.

"Okay, fair warning--these fit me like a glove. On you? Uh... they might need structural reinforcement."

I looked up from the photo of Ciri I had open on my phone, then down at my frankly impressive assets. I shot her a grin as I showed her the image of Ciri.

"Translation: my tits won't fit?"

She tossed me a faux leather corset and gave me a wicked grin.

"Exactly. That corset fits me perfectly, but with your boob size? It's gonna wear like an underbust--your girls'll be flying solo. Better hope you have a bra with some decent enchantments or Tom's getting flashbanged. Then again, you could go natural and hope your blouse can hold the line..."

We both cracked up. The old party-girl version of me might've scoffed at a geek joke--but the new me? She lived for this now.

"Just promise me one thing. If you go natural, do not sneeze in that corset. Those girls are already on display--they don't need the extra momentum. Poor Tom might end up in the ER with a nosebleed if your boobs go full breach."

I blushed, laughed, then held the corset up against myself, eyeing the rest of the trunk, taking note of what I could use and what I have in my dorm already.

"I've got a set of leather party pants and a white shirt blouse that'll work. A few rips might sell the look. The boots, though... I don't think we're the same size."

She waved me off like it was nothing. "Give me your shoe size and campus address. I can ask some of my friends for some. If they do, then I'll have them express-shipped. In a worst-case scenario, you could always pillage a few costume shops."

I rang Mia up not long after so she could pick me up. While we waited, Angelina and I discussed more clothing options. I must have made an impression with the amount of detail planned, as she ordered me to send a selfie once the cosplay was finished.

When Mia arrived and honked her horn signifying her arrival, I grabbed the borrowed clothing and items, and gave Angelina one more hug and thanked her for this opportunity. She hugged me back, just as tightly as when we first met, and smirked.

"Don't screw this up, Blondie McCow-Tits. Just remember--he does love you. Despite what that bonehead might say, I've never seen him this head over heels for anyone before. You've got this, Jessica."

I laughed--because, yeah, Blondie McCow-Tits. It should've pissed me off... but weirdly, it made me smile. Maybe it was the warmth in her voice, or maybe it was just... nice to be seen and teased without venom.

I placed the borrowed clothes in the back and slid into the passenger seat, and waved as Mia's car rumbled down the street. As we turned the corner and she disappeared from view, I found myself hoping this wasn't a one-off. With any luck, we'd be seeing a lot more of each other... assuming my plan worked.

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*Tom - Monday night*

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"I arrived on campus just before midnight. Just my luck--the coach blew out a few wheels with no spares available... It left me stranded in another state for hours. I froze my ass off waiting for the replacement coach to show. Definitely not how I expected to start the week.

All in all, the trip left me cold, sore, and exhausted--but at least there were no nightmares this time. Maybe that had something to do with letting Jessica back into my life... somewhat. Who'd have thought a simple text message--and an accidental phone call--would hit me that hard?

Honestly, I'm nervous about our talk. It's been all I've thought about since Friday. I told myself I'd wait until Saturday, but the more I sat with it, the more I realised I didn't want to. That's what really made me head back earlier than planned. Jessica should already be here, we've got the same lecture. Part of me wishes I'd said something sooner. Waiting feels like a mistake now. I need answers. And maybe... she does too.

As I made my way through the quad towards the male dorms, I couldn't help but remember the last time she and I spoke face to face... well, more me yelling at her, was right here in the quad, when I thought she'd used me as some kind of reward scheme for Simon. I was furious. Betrayed. Of course, I know now it was all bullshit, but the damage was done. The sting of her failing the Three Points of Love still lingered.

She didn't even know my name.

It was always nerd, geek, dork. Even when she eventually said Tom, it never felt like she knew me.

But Friday... she said Thomas.

I hate that name. Always had. Even had it scrubbed from most of my school records. The only one who ever got away with using it was Angelina--and even then, only when she was trying to snap me out of something.

But when Jessica said it... it didn't sound wrong. It felt right, as if it was always meant to come from her.

I promised I'd hear her out. Let her say her piece. Even though we agreed to talk on Saturday, I should probably let her know it'll have to be in the late afternoon or early evening--Charlie and Harry reminded me about the gaming convention.

I've still got to get my cosplay ready.

An idea flashed through my mind... Maybe I should invite her?

No. Too much, too soon. Or was it? fuck sake... I hate this. I hate not knowing how to do this.

Arriving at my dorm, I swiped my keycard against the lock and opened the door, my face dropped as I saw clothes strewn everywhere. I made my way into my bedroom, flipped the light switch, and groaned as I saw a triangle-shaped dent in the wall just over my bed. Had I been that destructive? I just hope the dean didn't chew me out for property damages.

Following the dent in the wall downwards, right there, resting on my pillow was a cracked photo frame which held a picture of Jessica and me, side by side. A crack split right through both our faces--symbolic, maybe. I shook the thought away. I would give Jessica the chance to explain, and I won't interrupt her like I had done previously; she deserved to be heard.

Even though it was midnight, I knew I had to clean the place up. I wasn't meeting Charlie and Harry until tomorrow, so might as well get things sorted here...

Knock knock. Knock knock. Bang. Bang.

I raised an eyebrow and looked out my bedroom towards the front door, staring at it in disbelief.

"There's no way...."

The door was knocked four times and banged twice once more. I groaned. I already knew who it was. As I walked to the door, I nudged some clothes aside, at least trying to make the place look presentable, I steeled myself and opened the door, looking at two faces I know very well.

"Say their names and they appear!" I joked. Charlie and Harry stared at me, then suddenly hugged me so hard I nearly lost my breath. Charlie was the first to regain his composure.

"You jerk! I know I said this already, but dude! Never pull off that disappearing act on us!"

We released the hug and I welcomed them in, Charlie was holding his phone along with a bag, while Harry was carrying his laptop case.

"I'd offer a drink but I literally got back a few minutes ago, next time i'll learn to drive, it'll be a damn sight quicker than taking the coach, but how did you know I was here already?"

Harry turned and went to the front door, peeling off a tag, he sheepishly looked at me and showed what was in his hand.

"We may have set up a tripwire that sends an alert whenever someone opens your door." I saw Charlie wave his phone, a smug smile plastered on his face.

"Still haven't done anything illegal! As anyone could set it up to send a notification about any possible break-in, and besides, I wanted to know exactly when you got back."

If there's one thing I know about Charlie, it's that he lives to push boundaries. He'll either be on an FBI watchlist... or working for them.

"Well, I hope there aren't any other little surprises hidden around--like a plushie on my nightstand or a sneaky camera in the shower?"

Harry let off a small snort while Charlie reacted in disgust.

"Bro! C'mon! There ARE some lengths even I wouldn't go to! the last thing I want to do is take a look at your cock while in the shower... I've seen that monster one time too many already."

A look of realization crossed his face as he lifted up his hand to show me the bag he was holding, a maniacal look appeared on his face, one I know all too well, it was one when he knew he hit pay dirt.

"Speaking of which, are you ready for some grade A top-tier revenge on Simon?"

He didn't even wait for me to ask, he just flipped the bag, grinned, and laid it out bluntly. "Let's just say... I brought receipts, c'mon Harry! Open up your laptop so we can show Tom what we've found!"

Harry dropped onto the sofa in my cramped kitchen-living room combo. My place wasn't as big as Charlie and Harry's, but it suited me just fine. I reached and moved over a table so he could place his laptop without it balancing on his long legs.

I grabbed the other clothes that were thrown about and chucked them into my room before sitting down beside him, Charlie sat on the arm of the sofa on Harry's other side, he opened up the bag and pulled out a few cables and an external hard drive, connecting them all and waited for Harry to load up one of his programs.

"Tom, brace yourself. Remember this morning when I said we were onto something?"

"Yeah..." I eyed him warily. He had sounded excited on the phone.

"Well--turns out, we struck gold."

Harry pulled up a few photos from Charlie's external onto his background, one of which was very familiar caught my eye.

"We're all in agreement that this image of you and Jessica, while the actual image itself was real, the caption wasn't from..."

"Jessica, yeah, yeah, I gathered that. It finally clicked for me when I saw her Instagram. It's full of hashtags and captions. Like she's telling her life's story, one post at a time. It was the reason why I unblocked her and said I'd speak to her this Saturday."

I sighed and looked at my two best friends.

"Be honest... I was a moron to just lay it into her, block her on everything while taking only the word of someone who has it out for me wasn't I?"

Charlie shot me a look that quickly transformed into a smile.

"Well, I get why you flipped out, given your history, I can't say I wouldn't have either. But tell her that. Girls aren't mind readers. And hey, I know a few who'd kill for that superpower. Still, this'll be good for you. I've got a feeling.

Harry coughed as he pulled up a video, I cringed as I saw it, the fake sex vid of Supposedly Simon and Jessica.

"Ah, right! That video you sent? Helped more than you know. Harry's got it up now, as painful as it is Tom, but you need to look closer. Notice anything weird? Besides the obvious 'copy-paste-Simon' job? I'll admit it did take Harry and me a while to see it."

I took a look, trying my best not to focus on Jessica's boobs just hanging there. But what caught my attention was her expression--bored? Disgusted? Miserable? Like she'd rather be anywhere else.

I'll need to ask her about that. Saturday.

My gaze shifted to Simon. At first, nothing seemed off... until I noticed the faint discoloration on his waist.

"Wait... that weird spot--looks like skin, but it's not. Like someone tried to cover something up?"

"Ha! I knew you'd spot it," Charlie grinned. "Harry! Show him the photos we legally obtained from Simon's private Insta."

Harry sighed. The next image popped up--a close-up of Simon, mid-flex, surrounded by mirrors.

"It's just Simon flexing," I muttered. "Like always."

Charlie smirked. "Wait for it. Harry, show the real version."

Harry clicked. An image showing a fuller version of Simon. It was the same pose, but now, in the mirror behind him, something barely visible on the nightstand, a black strap, half-uncoiled, slumping to the side.

My brow furrowed. Was that... a harness?

I was already exhausted. The coach ride, the lack of sleep, everything was weighing on me. I just wanted to end this conversation, take this up tomorrow, and crash. However, that little thing Simon didn't want anyone to see? It bugged the hell out of me. Why hide it--unless it meant something?

Maybe I was imagining things. But then I took another look--and this time, I was sure. My eyes narrowed. That flood of exhaustion? Gone. A hollow laugh escaped my lips.

"Harry," I said slowly, "go back to the video. Play it again."

He did. This time, I didn't even glance at Jessica. Her beautiful body? The last thing on my mind. All I could see was Simon. His waist with that goddamn patch. The movement. The discoloration.

"Send it all," I said, voice low. "Every file. Every angle. I want everything saved tonight."

Charlie looked ready to gloat--but one look from me shut him up. He saw the seriousness in my eyes.

"I'll keep these as insurance if he tries to pull something again," I said, standing. "If he tries anything--good. This geek has had enough."

Charlie opened his mouth, but I cut him off with a sigh.

"... That said, you two have more than earned the promised pizza, booze, tabletop, and Netflix night."

That finally got a grin out of him. Even Harry smirked.

"And" I added, rubbing the back of my neck, "if either of you have time this week, I could use a hand finishing my Cahir cosplay. I'm this close to getting the straps right, but I swear that chest plate has it out for me."

Charlie gave me a mock salute. "For booze and bad dice rolls? We're there."

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*Jessica -- Tuesday*

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Pulling into the university car park gave me déjà vu--like my very first day all over again. But now? The nerves were gone, replaced by something else. Anticipation. There was a real chance I might see Tom before Saturday. Would we talk? Would we even know what to say?

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Just like before, I gripped my backpack and suitcase, ready to head in, until I froze at the sound of a familiar cough behind me.

I laughed and turned around. Mia stood there with Matilda and Jill, all three of them smiling. Matilda had an eyebrow raised while Mia had her eyes closed while shaking her head, Jill was giggling.

"I guess the more time passes the more things stay the same eh Mia?" I said hugging them goodbye and turned to head off, only to be stopped mid-stride as a finger poked my shoulder. I turned back to see Mia holding a thick scrapbook.

"You may want to take this Jessica, You didn't spend the whole weekend--and yesterday too--working on that scrapbook just to forget it now, did you? It would be a shame if Tom didn't see the whole you."

I took the scrapbook from Mia and held it tight against me. Everything I wrote, pasted, and detailed was designed to show Tom the real me. I promised him I'd show him everything and lay myself bare to him and hope my love for him will shine through. If this doesn't prove I was serious, then maybe nothing would.

I remember the moment this whole idea took root, it started with a glitter-covered toddler...

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*Jessica - Saturday - 3 days ago*

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I bounded down the stairs, last night's private moment still replaying in my mind. Jill's laughter from the living room snapped me out of it.

The living room looked like a color bomb had gone off--Jill sat grinning on the floor, surrounded by colorful chaos. Matilda and Daniel were sitting close by. Matilda was on the floor beside her, watching with a patient smile, while Daniel was on the sofa reading a newspaper.

"What are you doing there, squirt?" I asked, Jill's head snapped up toward me, bits of card and glitter stuck in her curls, her chubby face beaming a smile from ear to ear.

"Scrapping!" she chirped, glue stick in one hand, a half-cut heart in the other.

I sat down beside her, eyeing the chaos of sparkles and paper. I looked about and couldn't see Mia anywhere. "Matilda, have you seen Mia? I figured she'd be right here--also covered in glitter. Her car's outside and I saw her shoes, so... is she sleeping?"

Mia's voice echoed through the house. "JESSICA? IS THAT YOU I HEAR?? GET YOUR BUTT UP HERE! YOU NEED TO SEE THIS!"

I looked up towards the ceiling. Did she time that, or was this just a coincidence? I looked at Matilda, who was already trying not to laugh. "Let me guess... she's in the attic?"

Matilda nodded. "Yep, she's been trying to find some old photo albums she's convinced we still have. She tried to find them before Thanksgiving, but she put the search to one side when we got your phone call." Then she leaned in, smirking.

"Honestly, though, I'm surprised she's awake, considering how much Daniel and I kept her up."

I blushed hard. Last night's... incident flashed back in perfect, mortifying detail.

Matilda's grin widened. "Relax. Your secret's safe with me. They didn't see you. I wanted to check on you after checking on Jill, and I heard you, um, 'thinking' very loudly about a certain someone."

I wanted to crawl under one of the many glitter-covered pillows and disappear. But instead... I got up and walked towards the stairs. "I'd best not keep Mia waiting, you know what she's like when she's hyped up over something." I left before Matilda said anything else, afraid she would make the awkwardness even more so.

I rushed up the stairs toward the attic ladder I'd completely ignored earlier.

Climbing up, I glanced around--no sign of Mia.

"Mia? Where are you?"

"I'm right here!"

Her head popped up from behind a chest of drawers, making me jump. I watched as she pulled with her a box brimming with colorful books. She lifted one out, smiling as she flipped to a page with a multi-generational photo collage of the two of us, Mom, and Dad--all of us around ten years old.

"Look, Jessica! I thought I'd lost these in the move. Turns out they were in one of the boxes Mom labeled herself... I just couldn't bring myself to open them until now."

Tears welled in her eyes. She quickly shut the book to keep them from falling on the pages. I stepped forward and pulled her into a hug.

Time slipped by as we flipped through album after album. Then we found three different books tucked beneath the others, two slim and one thick, all wrapped in a silk cloth. The largest looked ancient, its pages browned with age. Mia gasped as she read the cover.

'The Journey of Love, by Jill Mason née Anderson.'

"This... this is Mom's scrapbook! I remember her writing and placing photos in this when I was little..."

"Then let's take it downstairs and read it," I said, handing her the silk wrap. As I repacked the rest, Mia pointed out another box of unsorted photos she wanted to take down as well. She found those while searching for the albums.

When we got back to the living room, only Matilda and Jill were there. Jill was still happily gluing and glittering, while Matilda had sparkles dusted across her cheeks and nose. Dan was gone.

"Ah, there you two are!" Matilda chirped. "I thought maybe you'd found the way to Narnia. Dan had to head off for his night shift. He sends his love and says he'll pop by for another sleepover later this week."

From the corner of my eye, I saw Mia furiously gesturing a throat-slice while trying not to be obvious.

"Mia, it's ok, you don't have to hide it, I know," I said

Mia tried to stammer out a response of deniability. Matilda just smirked, got herself up from the floor, and approached Mia. She cupped an ear and whispered into it.

A few moments later, Mia's head snapped toward me, her face crimson. I guess Matilda told her about my accidental voyeurism, taking my omission as a green light to tell Mia.

I guess it would be okay to talk about this now that Daniel isn't here.

"It's okay, sis. You three love each other, I get it now. Honestly... it took seeing that to open my eyes about Tom. About how deep my feelings really go."

I let that hang for a beat, then added with a sly grin, "And I think we're even. You saw me in the forfeit pic... now I've seen you."

Mia spluttered while Matilda burst out laughing, the awkward moment now gone.

If Tom taught me anything, it's that love doesn't survive behind masks. You either show all of yourself, or you risk losing it all, no more secrets at all.

The three of us sat on the sofa, Mia and Matilda on either side of me as we opened Mom's scrapbook.

Page after page, our mom's scrapbook--The Journey of Love--chronicled everything: photos, handwritten notes, even little keepsakes like ticket stubs. It followed her whole journey, from baby years to school life, to meeting Dad and falling in love.

The three of us groaned in unison when we reached that page--a post-coital Polaroid selfie of Mom and Dad under a quilt, taped beside a sealed, see-through bag... with a used condom inside.

Ew, Mom. Seriously?

Mia and I cried when we reached our baby photos--bundled in Mom's arms, Dad beside her. Holidays, family outings, even that trip to Blackpool, we thought she hadn't bothered to record.

Then we reached the final few pages, Mia choked a sob and reached towards Matilda.

On the left was a collage of images showing Mia and Matilda over the years--shared looks, subtle touches. The caption in Mom's cursive:

*-- Mia and Matilda, Best friends Forever?... or something more? --*

Opposite, a blank spread labelled:

*-- Mia and Matilda's wedding --*

I felt Matilda's arm reach for Mia, so I got up to give the two some space. My sister embraced Matilda and sobbed into her shoulder. "Oh, babe... Mommy knew all along."

Matilda said nothing. Just tightening their hug, her own tears forming in her eyes.

I got to the table and laid the book down, seeing as there were another couple of pages I let curiosity get the better of me and I turned the next page, and stared.

There on the next two spreads, in careful script:

*-- Jessica's Love of her Life --*

*-- Jessica's Wedding --*

Mom's life was cut too short to see this through to the end. My gaze wandered to the two thinner books. Turning one over, I saw "Jessica" elegantly embossed on the cover. The other bore Mia's name.

I looked back at Mom's scrapbook, then at the blank ones meant for us. It was clear she wanted us to follow in her footsteps. To document our own journeys of love.

Then it hit me. This was how I'd show Tom.

I turned to the box of assorted photos from mine and Mia's childhood.

"Time to fill mine."

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*Jessica -- present*

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I smiled down at the scrapbook in my arms. That weekend, I went at it like a woman possessed--cutting, gluing, writing. And with Jill's help, decorating like there was no tomorrow. Mia was starting to worry I'd gone full hermit, which is why we made time for a family walk on Monday.

And of course... that's when I saw Tom again--and somehow managed to befriend his sister. I absent-minded rubbed my chest, I flinched a bit from the contact as my boob was still sore from that punch.

I gave my family one more group hug before waving goodbye and promising to keep them updated with Project: "Win Tom over with so much love he'll drown in it."

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't on edge. Hannah had promised to make my uni life hell, but at this point? That 'hell' would be worth it if I could somehow reconcile with Tom and shove that promise right back in her smug face.

Even when I got to the dorm complex, no one should've seen me--everyone should've been in class. If I was lucky, I'd be able to slip by unnoticed...

"Heya! You look a little lost."

My face paled, no... it can't be her... but then again I wouldn't put it past her, fucking Hannah. I was hoping the encounter would be much later, but I'm a small blonde full of fury and hormones! Ready to go PMS on her! I turned with all intentions purpose of laying it into her, my mouth open to tell her to fuck off, when the words died on my tongue.

It was Kat...

"You bitch! You scared the shit out of me! I thought you were Hannah!" I shot a glare at Kat, and she looked a bit cowed by my outburst. I held the glare for a while before I smiled, placing my scrapbook on top of my suitcase before enveloping Kat in a hug

"But I'm so glad you're not! I know it's been only a week, but God, I missed you!"

Kat's bewilderment quickly subsided, and she hugged me back harder than she usually did. I guess something must have happened other than that kiss she shared with Nathan. We held the hug for a bit longer before we parted.

"Nope! just me Jessica! it's great to see you again! You look a lot happier, even more so when we were texting on Friday, so spill it girl! what else happened?"

We found a bench to sit on as I told Kat the events of the past few days, I was about to ask her for a favor when she spoke up, cutting me off.

"Wait--hold up. You and Tom lived in the same town this whole time? And you never bumped into each other? Not even once at like... a grocery store, a bad pizza joint, or even at high school?"

I sighed, I get where she was coming from, it would seem crazy that Tom and I had never crossed paths, when Angelina and I walked to hers, I found out that she and Tom had lived there for the past eight years after their parents got married. Me on the other hand? I've only lived there sporadically.

"Well... technically, yeah, we do live in the same town, but that's not my hometown. When freshman year started we lived in a different state. After my niece was born, my sister and her wife had moved into a house that had more room and was affordable. That two-bedroom apartment we shared before wasn't cutting it anymore.

"I helped them move in the summer before Sophomore year started, after that? I never really visited until now. I was pretty much glued to you lot all year. You remember all the times we spent at Rachel's private cabin? We were all inseparable then."

Kat suppressed a shiver, not wanting to comment. Not that I could blame her--we were wild party girls during sophomore year and pulled some insane stunts. I guess that's when the dares and forfeits really took off. We'd been wild back then--streaking bets, drunken forfeits, tag team bets with a threesome hook up. It felt like a different life.

It's strange looking back now--how close we all were. How tangled up in secrets. Like we were drunk on each other, too caught up to notice the cracks forming beneath us. And now? Even with Hannah on my shit list--and me on hers--I still worry about her.

She didn't just want a friend. She wanted to recreate the one she lost. Mold me into something familiar. It wasn't just controlling... it was obsessive. And obsession like that? It never ends clean.

Those videos she sent in that toxic message, her veiled threat wasn't just cruel. it was desperation. Now that I'm thinking straight, armed with the truth of her past, I can see it for what it was. She lost her best friend to love. And the replacement she spent years shaping? She was losing her too.

Neither of us said anything. The silence lingered for a while before I decided to change the subject--no point dwelling on Hannah or the past. All I wanted now was to focus on the future... and maybe, just maybe, that future would still have Tom in it.

"So... have you had any more make-out sessions with Nathan since? Without your moms chaperoning this time?"

I swear Kat's face turned as red as her hair, she elbowed me in the sore boob which got a small giggle out of me, trying to mask the pain.

"Oh hush you... but if you must know... yes.. but... we didn't exactly.. "make out" so to speak. We fuc... no... that's not the right way to call it... we made love, and Jessica, it was as fantastic as I remembered, no one to get in our way, no Hannah, it was pure bliss."

She wrapped her arms around herself, arms tightly over her stomach, she let off a small sigh, perhaps in remembrance of what happened.

"I'll let you in on something, Jess... I let Nate cum inside me. It was totally spur-of-the-moment. You know how we're always so careful--but for some reason... letting Nate go in raw just felt right. He's always been my number one, and I think that moment proved it."

I bit my lip. I understood--because I'd let Tom cum inside me too. That led to a mini-drama I was just grateful had resolved.

"And while they weren't in the room with us as we... got to know each other again, they knew," Kat added with a faint blush. "I can still see our mom's grins when we came down after "sleeping off" too much food. But they weren't fooled. I'm just glad our dads were completely oblivious..."

Then she perked up. "But anyway, Jessica! You mentioned you had some grand plan to win Tom back? Care to fill me in?"

I opened my mouth to answer--but paused. A murmur of voices drifted toward us, followed by a growing stream of students walking past.

I checked the time and froze. Kat and I had been talking for over an hour--and while I knew she had a free period on Tuesdays, Hannah and Rachel did not.

If either of them saw me now...

"Kat! We need to move--can we finish this in my dorm room? I'd rather talk in a place where Hannah won't randomly show up. I'm not ready to face her yet."

She nodded quickly, and we gathered my stuff and hurried off. But just as we rounded the corner, my face lit up as I saw two familiar faces. I'd meant to text them after catching up with Kat, but hey, this worked even better. Now I could talk to all three of them together.

I didn't hesitate. I darted over and called out, their faces a mixture of surprise and being happy to see me.

"Charlie! Harry! Do you two have a moment? I need to talk to you about something important. It involves Tom."

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*Tom -- Wednesday*

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The past two days had been... weird. I'd overslept, missed most of my lectures--except for Psychobiology, the one class I shared with Jessica. By the time I made it to the room, there was an icy feeling in my stomach. It should've been the first time seeing Jessica since last week. But to my surprise... she wasn't there. Charlie and Harry sat in their usual spots at the back. They waved as I walked over, but my eyes were drawn to Jessica's. Empty.

As I sat down, I leaned toward Charlie as I opened my laptop and whispered,

'Have you seen Jessica?"

He answered instantly, "Nope! Not seen her since last week, and while we've not seen her, the rumor mill has it that she's ill, right, Harry?"

Harry nodded as he typed away on his keyboard as our teacher started the lecture. I shrugged and tried to concentrate on the consistent droning of our teacher, all the while occasionally looking towards Jessica's empty chair.

The rest of Tuesday went as normal, but still, I couldn't help it, I sent a quick message and got a response just as quick as I sent it.

Me:

"Heard you're ill. You okay?"

Jessica:

"Yeah, I'm laid out with a fever, so I'm taking it easy. Doctor's orders. I'll be healthy enough for our talk on Saturday. See you then <3"

Even with her reply, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

That feeling carried over to today. I was walking back to my apartment alone.

Charlie and Harry turned down my pizza-and-Netflix invite.

That was strange. Charlie was turning down free pizza and gaming? That was suspicious. They claimed they had plans with some out-of-town friends, and that we could reschedule for tomorrow night instead.

I was ok with that as in a way, I didn't mind. It gave me time to reflect on last week, about what Charlie and Harry had discovered. Strangely, I hadn't seen Simon either. I wasn't sure if I should feel relieved... or worried that he was plotting his next move.

But most importantly, I was thinking about Jessica. Was she taking her vow literally and waiting for Saturday to even see me even when she's ill? While a part of me was disappointed that she was keeping to that promise, the other part was proud and happy that Jessica was holding it.

As much as I wanted Jessica back in my arms, I couldn't ignore that photo--the one she shared with Hannah, even if it was for a forfeit or whatever it was Simon tried to pass off, Jessica and I need to have this talk, there I will need to know one very important thing... was I really just a bet to her, or does she really love me as she claimed.

Still in my thoughts, I turned a corner towards the hallway where my room was located and stopped when I heard her name.

"Wait, Jessica 'the best lay on campus' is back?"

I quickly backpedalled and hid around the corner, I peeked around and saw they were huddled in a group so none of them saw me, by looking at their jerseys I could see they're part of the varsity team, I recognized one of them from Simon's party, Jack Lovett, as far as I could remember he was one of Simon's best friends.

"Yeah, didn't you hear? The reason why she disappeared last week was that she got knocked up and had to fly to a different country to 'get rid of the problem.' I heard that it was our boy Simon who got her preggo. You've heard it here. He's the first of us lads who finally felt her raw."

I raised an eyebrow at that. Jessica had told me I was the only one who'd ever been inside her without a condom. I pulled up my phone and looked up Jessica's Instagram. I smiled as I saw she had accepted my friend request, and I noticed she had placed her account on private once more, but that wasn't the main focus.

Swiping to the past few pics she posted from her night out with her sister, right there was the fatal flaw with Jack's story. Jessica was in the same town as I was when this alleged "flying to a different country" took place.

I took a deep breath and stepped around the corner, phone in hand. If Jack was helping spread Simon's rumours, it was time to shut it down, and fast.

As I got close I saw their attention focus on me, Jack being an ass that he is, started laughing and pointing towards me.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the charity case! Haven't seen you around recently, did you take any pictures of tree's recently? That's if you weren't too busy being cucked by Simon."

Hearing that, and the sniggers by his team mates nearly threw my plan out the damn window, I just ignored him and continued walking, hoping and wishing he would take the bait, I was nearing the door to my room, oh well, it seems not one of them were biting.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, Minecraft boy!"

I didn't respond, just kept on walking until I got to the door, that's when I heard a rush of feet and a shadow appearing in my peripheral, I don't know if it were instant reflex but I moved to the left avoiding a punch thrown my way, my back was now against my door, keycard ready.

"Yes, Jack? Can I help you?" I kept my voice calm. The next few moments mattered. I was going to play this idiot for all he was worth.

"You heard what I said, NERD, How does it feel being cucked by Simon? You thought that Jessica had feelings for you? I bet you must have cried knowing you would be a virgin for life, that even Jessica wouldn't touch you, that she moved on to someone who would give her what she wanted."

I closed my eyes, doing my best not to let the idiocy get to me. There's a meme about jocks being meatheads with IQs lower than room temperature--but this guy was really pushing the stereotype, either that or he was gullible as hell. My eyes opened, staring Jack in the eyes.

"Well, I don't know what you've heard or been told, Jack, but to my knowledge Jessica has been with her Sister the past week. I've even talked to and met her, so this thing you're spreading or whoever told you that Jessica had sex with Simon, got pregnant and had to fly to a different country, is a complete fabrication."

It wasn't exactly true--but sometimes the best way to kill a lie is with a better one. All I needed was for Jack to trip up.

"Hah! Yeah right! As if a nerd like you would be caught hanging out with Jessica, that time at Simon's was just because she felt sorry for you, I don't think that...."

He stopped short after I held up my phone, the Instagram picture of the sisters showing front and center, I made sure my "like" was shown prominently

"Then explain this, Jack." I tilted my screen just enough to highlight the timestamp, and my 'like' front and center. "You can check the date. Everything I said checks out."

He just stood there, his face pale, mouth open, I guess he didn't have a reply. My eyes looked towards the group that was coming closer, it seemed they were also curious about what stopped him.

"What do you lot think?" I said showing them the same picture, I swiped to the next picture, showing what I knew was next, the image, a selfie of a sheepish Jessica with an angry sister marching towards her. The response I got wasn't what I expected. Instead of confusion or denial, one of them leaned in.

"Damn, who's the black haired hottie with Jessica?" one of them muttered, just before another let out a low whistle.

I blinked and glanced at the screen and froze. Jessica wasn't with Mia. She was with Angelina.

I'd never seen this image before. I must've swiped too fast and skipped over a few.

"Well? Who is she, nerd boy?"

My mind was working at breakneck speed to think up something, Shit. Think damn you!

An idea popped up, it was risky. But if I hesitated now, they'd know something was up.

"That's my sister Angelina, she and Jessica had been friends for years." I caught my breath, forcing calm into my voice. I couldn't let the mask slip now. "You can check for yourself--she's got an open Instagram profile. You'll find plenty of pictures of us together."

I looked back to the door, my hand slowly making its way to the card reader.

"Anyway, as much as I would love to stay and chat, I need to get my work done."

I swiped my keycard, opening up the door. Jack was still there, frozen in place, his eyes unfocused. It looked like I'd short-circuited his brain. If Jack got this rumor from Simon, then maybe I can mess about with him. I got close to Jack's ear so his teammates couldn't hear me or see my lips move.

Let Simon or whoever keep spreading that crap--next time, I'll leak everything about his 'small' problems. Not even Simon will be able to come back from what I have on him. I'll make him a laughingstock."

Jack started to sputter as I closed my door and leaned against it, hoping to hear something about what just happened. I didn't wait long as one of the varsity players called Jack out.

"Yo! J! you're looking frazzled, bro! Did you just get schooled by a nerd or something?"

"Fuck the nerd! did you see his sister? god dayum she looked fit as fuck! That double selfie with Jessica was hot!"

"Yeah, bro! I mean, the nerd does have evidence to back up what he said, are you SURE you heard correctly that Jessica was with Simon? Sounds a bunch of bullshit to me!"

I couldn't help but smile. Hopefully, this would stop the rumor about Jessica from spreading. And thank god they were just as dumb as Jack and Simon. Not one of them thought it was weird that Jessica and I were close despite not being seen anywhere close to each other on campus. The Chatter picked up, and one comment in particular got my hackles raised.

"who would've thought that the nerd had such a hot sister? Maybe we should be nicer to him. I wouldn't mind being introduced to her! Seems like a wildcat if she's hanging out with Jessica!"

Oh shit! Angelina! As much as I hated using my sister as ammo, but I had to ad-lib on the fly! I need to send her a heads up message about what just happened, just in case she gets an influx of PM's and friend requests on all her social media platforms.

As I created a draft and sent the message to Angelina, I heard the chatter from the varsity team fade out, it seems like they got Jack out of his stupor. In a sense I've poked the hornets' nest and I hope that Simon catches wind of what I know. It's a risk but I Want to somewhat delay our confrontation as long as possible.

The thing that worried me though, I knew it was probably bullshit. Still, a tiny part of me couldn't ignore Jack's words. Jessica said she had a fever, but some post-abortion symptoms mimic that.

No. No way. That had to be a coincidence.

There's no way Jessica had gone and done that.

I pulled up my phone and stared at the picture of Jessica and Angelina. I smiled as I took it in, they were all buddy-buddy. It was then that I realized something that should've been obvious to me the moment I saw it.

"Wait hang on! When the hell did she and Jessica meet up??"

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The door of the local take-out closed behind me as I carried my food with me in a bag towards my dorm. A few hours ago, I had finished a call from Angelina, who chewed me out when I told her about using her to shut down a rumor.

"I did wonder why I had a sudden increase of followers... thanks a lot bro..." she deadpanned.

Luckily she quickly got over that and she explained the circumstances behind the IG photo, that they met by chance after my coach ride from hell left for Uni and that she couldn't resist a chance to take a selfie between the two.

We had missed each other by minutes. How did I not see her? I would have begged the driver to stop if I had. I couldn't help but sense that there was something Angelina wasn't telling me. I could tell by the way her voice wavered. She was always a bad liar but a very loyal one.

I didn't want to push it as I had enough on my plate already so I left it. My stomach growled in protest, so I caved into its demands and went out to get a bite to eat.

Making my way down the pavement I was close to the dorm complex, I approached and saw a group talking among themselves, Charlie and Harry were there, talking animatedly with two girls, I was about to join them and joke about them having a potential new love life when I heard that familiar laugh, on a second look I noticed one was a red head and the other... blonde.

I stopped and saw it was Kat and Jessica, and by the sound of things they were finishing up their conversation, Jessica leaned towards Charlie and Harry, giving them big hugs. She turned and went with Kat to the female dorms.

I was confused, both Charlie and Harry had told me they hadn't seen her, but they were talking to her as if they had always known she was back, when I thought back to how quickly they answered at yesterday's lecture, it did sound rehearsed.

This shouldn't be bothering me as much as it is, Why did Jessica contact Charlie and Harry and not me? For someone who's laid up sick with a fever/flu she's looking really healthy... My earlier thoughts about her waiting until Saturday are still there front and centre. It was driving me crazy, I had to know.

Opening up my phone, I started to type a text, no matter how many drafts I made, none of them felt correct. Many of them had me come across as needy, I sighed as I looked at the most recent draft.

Draft:

"Hey Jess, everything okay? I'm just a little confused. Have I done something wrong? I saw you with Charlie and Harry, and that new photo with Angelina... and I'm wondering why you didn't reach out."

I wasn't even finished writing it when my stomach growled again, demanding the food I held within the bag. I sighed, locked my phone, and tapped it against my forehead. Why was it so hard to just say "hi" without sounding needy?

A tall figure went by, It was Harry, looking around where he came from, I didn't see Charlie. I knew that Harry was the quiet one, but unlike Charlie, I knew he wouldn't beat around the bush. I stuffed my phone in my pocket and walked quickly after Harry.

"Yo Harry, wait up!"

He turned around and looked shocked to see me. Despite his tall appearance and had the temperament of a silent, gentle giant, it was weird seeing him turn pale in the face.

"Heya Tom, didn't see you there." He stammered out, clearly caught off guard. "What are you doing here? Heard anything from Jessica yet?"

If there's one thing about Harry--it's that he's a long-term thinker. Great in strategy, terrible at improvisation. That's why Charlie or I usually do the talking in group projects. And right now, I had to lean into that.

"Not yet. I went out to get some takeaway, but imagine my surprise when I got here, seeing my two best friends--who claimed they were meeting out-of-town friends--were instead chatting with two girls. One of whom, just so happens to be my ex.

"Tell me truthfully, Harry. Did you and Charlie lie and had seen Jessica when you told me during Psychobiology you hadn't?"

His expression froze. He blinked once. Then his eyes dropped to the pavement.

I could see the conflict plain as day--loyalty battling guilt.

"Harry. Please." My voice softened. "I'm not going to be pissed. I'm just... tired. First Jessica with the forfeit, then Simon's manipulation, Hannah pulling strings, and now you two hiding stuff from me? I just want this bullshit to stop."

He rubbed the back of his neck. Opened his mouth, then closed it again.

"Charlie's gonna kill me," he muttered.

I waited.

Then finally, he sighed and spoke.

"Alright, I'll tell you. But don't tell Jessica or Charlie for that matter, but yeah... she showed up around midday yesterday. Said she needed to talk and to pick up some things for her. She swore us to secrecy and asked us not to tell you we saw her, or what the talk was about. Today was just to deliver things on her list and to make sure we're still on for those plans."

His shoulders slumped, like he was letting go of something heavy.

"I know you're hurting from this Tom, all this hurt that started as a forfeit--for Jessica. And for us to maybe climb the social ladder. But as you two developed feelings over time, we saw that maybe we didn't have to reach up to join the social circles. Especially when we saw first hand what those higher social circles are capable of... I'm happy with what we have going."

He looked away, then back at me.

"While I can't speak for Charlie, one thing we both agree on? We want the two of you back together. Jessica wants this, Tom. Badly. She's been planning something big that'll 'blow your mind.' Her words, not mine."

His voice was quiet, but firm. "And honestly? I think she means it."

I took in Harry's serious expression, usually when Harry speaks from the heart, you listen. He doesn't hand out his trust easily. That was what convinced me, more than anything.

I nodded slowly. "Okay, Harry. I trust you on this. I'll wait for Saturday. But I've got to ask... does this mean Jessica is coming to the convention with us?"

He gave me a rare grin, a knowing one that belonged more on Charlie's face than his.

"Well, Tom... that would be telling."

I smiled, but inside, my nerves were buzzing. Saturday couldn't come fast enough.

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*Jessica -- Thursday morning*

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I crossed off another day on my calendar. Two more to go. My heart fluttered nervously as I stared at the circled date--Saturday. Convention day.

Just a few days ago, Charlie, Harry, and Kat had been crammed into my dorm room. I could still picture the way Charlie leaned against my desk chair, arms folded, Harry hovered near the door, and Kat sat stiffly at the edge of my bed, not quite sure if she belonged there. I'd paced the room, curling and tugging my hair between my fingers.

"Charlie, Harry... a few weeks ago, you said there's a gaming convention coming up, and that you and Tom are going?" they nodded. "I'm going too."

Their silence hit me harder than I expected.

"But that's not all... I'm going to cosplay as Ciri," I added, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

Charlie let out a low whistle. "Damn. That's... a gutsy move. And you don't have much time--it's in five days. Do you even have anything ready?"

"I've got a few pieces prepped," I said quickly. "That's why Kat's here--she's going to help me become Ciri. To show Tom I'm serious about us... that I'm not just playing along anymore."

Harry exchanged a glance with Charlie, then smiled. "You might've picked the perfect character. Tom's going as Cahir."

I blinked. "Who?"

Charlie chuckled. "Oh, that's right--you're not there yet. Last you told us, you'd only played a few hours as Ciri, right? Keep going. You'll meet him. You'll understand."

That worked for me. I'd already marked myself as "away" from lectures until Monday, something I originally planned when I thought Tom wouldn't be back before Friday. A few more days should be enough to reach him in the game... to really understand what Cahir meant to Tom.

They gave me the convention time and location, and promised to find some prop weapons to help complete the look. "You'll kill it as Ciri," Charlie said with a grin. "With or without them--but these'll be the icing on the cake."

I laughed, but my chest tightened. I didn't know how to thank them.

"You don't have to thank us." Charlie said, reading me too easily. "Just make him happy. That's the only repayment we would want."

Before they left, I pulled them aside. "Please... don't tell Tom you saw me. And if he asks, tell him I'm ill."

Harry gave me a solemn nod. "We've got your back, Jess. We've got psychobiology with him soon, so if he asks, we'll know what to say."

Not long after, I got a message from Tom asking if I was okay. Just one sentence. But it made my heart leap into my throat.

He still cares. Even now.

Once they were gone, it was just me and Kat. She'd been quiet with the boys around, but once the door clicked shut, she let out a breath and shook her head.

"You actually looked like you belonged in that conversation," she said.

I gave her a look.

"No, seriously. You've changed, Jess. And honestly... Tom's probably one of the best things that's ever happened to you."

I didn't argue.

We hugged. I whispered a quick thanks for her words of encouragement. She told me to not think about it and that it was the least she could do. Then we got right to the planning.

I brought up the image of the Ciri variant I wanted to go as. Kat studied it, then looked me up and down like she was mentally mapping the character onto me

.

"Damn, girl. You're bold. He'll be putty in your hands on Saturday for sure."

We went over the stitching details, accessories, even how to style the ashen wig I'd bought--partly on a dare from Tom, partly because I couldn't stop thinking about how right it felt. She agreed to come over Friday night and sleep over, helping me prep for the big day.

A soft ping snapped me out of my thoughts.

It was a text from Angelina. A smile tugged at my lips.

Angelina:

"Yo! I got the boots from my friend! All packed up and sent last night with priority mail. I'll send you the tracking number. Should arrive at yours. BTW--I also packed an extra piece I think'll go perfect with your cosplay. Hope you enjoy! <3."

I clicked the link. The package was already close.

I looked toward my dresser. Two long prop swords lay stretched across it, the hilts catching the morning light. I couldn't help but smile.

I got those yesterday. Kat was with me in the dorm, helping adjust the blouse and corset. I tried them on to see how it looked and wow! My boobs were front and center.

I did a spin, glanced in the mirror... and oops. A boob made a break for it. Kat giggled and gave it a casual slap back into formation like she was redirecting a rogue volleyball.

"Thank God it wasn't the one Angelina smacked," I recalled, laughing at the memory. "What is it with my girlfriends and hitting my boobs?!"

After fixing my top, I got a message from Charlie--they were outside the dorm with the props. Kat came with me as a lookout to make sure I wasn't spotted by Tom... or worse, Simon and Hannah.

Shame they couldn't arrive earlier. The dorms had just enacted a strict "No boys after hours" rule. It nothing to do with someone spotting Tom sneaking out early one morning before Thanksgiving week, no chance!

We met the boys outside.

"We had to decline Tom's invite for a pizza-booze-Netflix night," Charlie explained as Harry handed over a long, bundled package. He unwrapped just enough to show off the craftsmanship.

Kat and I were genuinely impressed. "You two are the best!" I said, hugging them both before passing the bundle to Kat.

As we turned back toward the dorm entrance, Charlie called out something about "finally going to meet someone," while Harry muttered something about takeout.

Then, just before we slipped inside, the back of my neck prickled.

Like I was being watched by something... Or someone.

Luckily no one saw us that night, Kat left for her dorm not long after going over some ideas.

Now as I looked closer at the props, I could feel my inner geek deciding to take over. I took off the rogue and slime necklace and placed it by the model I won at Tom's arcane. I slipped on the wig, strapped the holsters across my chest, and firmly secured the swords into place. Then, with a sly grin, I drew one and struck a pose in front of the mirror.

I looked good.

No--I looked dangerous. Sexy. Like a woman ready to slay... and then seduce.

A rush of heat bloomed between my thighs at the thought of Tom seeing me like this. Of him being seduced by Ciri. I gasped, startled by how quickly I went from cosplay to... arousal.

Blushing, I set the swords down and gingerly lowered myself onto the edge of my bed, trying not to sit fully down.

"Why does this feel so weird?" It was ridiculous how nervous... and how turned on I was. God, what was happening to me?

I looked over to a small rectangular metal box Kat gave me. I'd already gotten through two of them. Only three more to go, each one a little... more ambitious than the last. God help me if she's right about this working. She's a genius.

I felt sticky. Tense. Hot in all the wrong places. I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the shower. The water blasted down over me--hot, almost scalding--but it was exactly what I needed. I lathered up slowly, sensually, as if I were preparing myself for a night of passion with Tom. My breasts, my ass... even between my cheeks. Every inch of me got attention.

When I reached my lower lips, I hesitated, then exhaled in relief--the spotting had stopped. One less thing to worry about.

I grabbed my razor and started shaving my legs. I moved to my underarms after I was satisfied my legs were silky smooth. One glance down at my mound showed the beginnings of wispy blonde hair. I'd definitely been slacking on grooming this week. A decision needed to be made. Neatly trimmed, or completely bare?

I thought back to how Tom had touched me that night, how good his tongue felt against my clit, how his wiry pubic hair tickled my skin as his crotch slammed into mine.

Decision made! I was going bare.

I lathered the gel over the soft fuzz just above my mound. The cool sensation sharpening my focus. There wasn't much to get rid of, and after a few strokes, I was bare once more. The smoothness under my fingers felt amazing, too amazing. My touch lingered longer than it should've. Fuck it, I was horny.

My fingers slipped lower, circling my clit before sliding into my soaked pussy. I curled them just right, working in and out at an agonizing pace. My other hand reached behind, a single finger teasing and pressing into the tight ring where no one had ever been before. The added sensation was too much, my back arched, and a cry tore from my lips as the orgasm crashed over me.

As I rinsed off, my gaze drifted towards the fogged-up metal box behind the glass. My stomach clenched and my ass followed suit.

Well! In for a penny, in for a pound.

A few hours later, and a couple of towels wrapped around my waist and my hair, I noticed the blinking light on my phone, picking it up, I saw I had two messages.

The first was from the post office--the package from Angelina had arrived.

Excitement bubbled up in my chest. Maybe I could ask Kat to grab it for me if I send her the pick up code? That hope was dashed as I read the second message, this time from Kat.

Kat:

Just to let you know, Hannah, Rachel, and I are going out tonight. They're starting to get suspicious, and it's best we keep things quiet for now. We're still on for Friday, so don't worry! You're going to look amazing, Jess! xoxo

I sighed. There went that plan. I could still get it today... if I wanted to walk into the lion's den with a target on my back. Yeah, no thanks.

I forced myself to breathe and typed a quick reply.

Me:

That's fine. Smart move tbh! I'll look over the wig and compare it with other cosplay variations. Might start the game up and get some ideas from in-game pictures. Before I forget, could you do me a favour? I have a package waiting for me. As we're trying to keep a low profile, could you please pick it up tomorrow and leave it outside my dorm? I'll send the pickup code when you're not busy.

I got a thumbs-up reply. The boots could wait.

Still... I was dying to know what surprise Angelina had included. Tomorrow, then. I powered up the console and got ready to continue the story so I could meet Cahir.

But first... I loaded up a previous save from just before I took control of Ciri. The screen lit up, and there she was--ashen hair, swords at her back, eyes full of fire.

I leaned forward, already studying her movements. I had work to do.

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*Hannah: Thursday night*

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The music and party lights started to lift my mood. It was a great idea by Rachel to attend this local frat party; there were only a select few girls here, each looking for one thing, a good, hard fucking.

I let out a low moan, grinding my mound against my target's thigh. Word is, he's packing--but I've heard that before. I've had the big, the disappointing, and the downright pathetic.

Simon? It was bad enough I fucked him before Thanksgiving, I was horny and pissed off with Jessica, plus he was the closest warm body available, I could say I felt sorry for him after finding out his secret when I did my forfeit pic. But I'm never letting him in my pussy ever again. Absolute disappointing, fucking waste of time.

I swear, even the trans guy I hooked up with over Thanksgiving gave me more to work with. And he knew what he was doing, not bad for someone still getting used to new hardware. Might go back for more.

Across the floor, I spotted Rachel. Her legs were wrapped around her target's waist while he gripped her back, grinding hard. She threw her head back, caught my eye, and smiled. We both knew how tonight would end.

Ever since that double-or-nothing bet during spring break, she and I had gotten... closer. Tag-teaming that helpless divorcee? Mind-blowing. I doubt Jessica and Kat could even handle something like that.

Just thinking about Jessica made my cheek throb. My jaw still ached from that slap. The bitch had the nerve to hit me after everything I did for her. Dragging her out of her shell, making her popular, and she throws my friendship away for some nerd.

Just like Li--

No. Don't go there. She's ancient history. I don't miss her. Not one fucking bit.

God, I need to get laid. Hope this guy can deliver.

I gave Rachel the signal that I was about to seal the deal. She flashed one back--she'd be busy soon, too. But where the hell was Kat? She'd been dancing with us earlier with her own partner...

Took all of thirty seconds to spot her. Sitting alone on the couch, glued to her phone--and smiling. Smiling. What the hell? She was supposed to be partying--grinding, flirting, drinking--not looking like she was texting her boyfriend on a school night.

What the fuck's her problem?

I slipped off my dance partner's thigh and made my way over to her, ignoring his little protest.

"Sit tight, stud," I tossed over my shoulder. "Just gotta deal with some lame-ass drama first before I ride your dick. We'll fuck soon."

Usually Kat had the awareness of a cat, but this time, she was so absorbed in her phone she didn't even notice me until I sat beside her and plucked it straight from her hands.

"Hannah! What the fuck?"

"Relax, Kat. You're not partying like the rest of us--so what's got you so distracted?"

I smirked. "You wouldn't mind me just checking, right? I mean... remember the 'share and share alike' rule? That includes all text messages and pictures, now let's see what you've been hidi--"

I thought I was seeing things, but the names were right there. Two of them. The last two I expected. Nathan and Jessica.

I opened Nathan's first. I thought I'd nuked that relationship ages ago when I got him and Jessica to fuck.

Nate <3 <3 <3:

"If you thought Thanksgiving was magical, just wait until Christmas at mine, I can't wait to get between your legs again, my naughty little Kitten <3"

I stared at the screen. I reread it--nope, still couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Nathan? Christmas? Between her legs?! How?

"What the fuck is this?" I hissed. Kat's face grew pale, even in the party lights, the dread in her eyes was clear.

She lunged for her phone, nearly tackling me off the couch. I shot a look towards the dance floor. Rachel must've seen us, she peeled herself off her guy and hurried over, her eyes bouncing between me and Kat, conflict heavy on her face.

I yelled out to her "Get her off me Rach!"

She got in between us and restrained Kat without a second thought, and I used that moment to tab into Kat's gallery.

There they were, pictures of the two of them making out, even some nude shots of both of them together in bed.

"Hannah, everyone is looking over here. What the hell is happening?" Rachel asked, panicked. I looked up and saw it, dozens of eyes, all glancing our way.

"Just shut up a sec and hold this bitch, there's something I need to look at."

Rachel hesitated. Just for a moment. But then she grabbed Kat and pulled her back. Good. At least I knew one of them still had my back.

I blocked out Kat's pleading and opened the thread with Jessica.

The more I read the sicker I started to feel.

Kat thanking Jessica for reuniting her with Nathan was bad enough. If they want to play the happy incestuous couple, fine whatever rocks their boat. But the thing that pissed me off royaly was Kat, one of my loyal girls, was helping Jessica trying to get back with Tom. The fucking nerd.

Oh, this is too fucking rich--Kat helping Jessica cosplay her way back into that nerd's pants? And at a geek convention no less?

Was the whole world going fucking upside down or something?!

"Katherine, you fucking bitch!" I snarled. My composure cracking "Are you really helping that nerd-loving cunt? After everything she did?"

I must've screamed louder than intended because the music died instantly. If anyone hadn't been watching us before, they were now.

"What the hell, Kat?" Rachel echoed, sounding genuinely shocked. "Why would you be helping Jessica? She fell in love with Tom and broke the rules we set as a group! She got what she deserved."

I was shaking, I hate the feeling of control slipping away from me, I'm going to make this fucking blonde bitch pay for daring to lead Kat away from me.

If she's going to play dirty then I'm going to fight back, my threat of " no more lil' miss nice bitch" fell on deaf ears. If she wanted this war, I'm going to burn her whole fucking world.

A shift in the crowd caught my eye, and I grinned as a vicious idea took shape.

Still holding Kat's phone, I fired off a text to the blonde bitch. the trap was set. I then held onto the phone, waiting to see if she'd reply.

I stood, scanning the room, he better not have lef-- ah! there he was.

"Simon!" I called out, syrup-sweet and dripping venom.

"How'd you like to finally get lucky?"

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*Jessica -- Thursday Night*

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Worried didn't even begin to cover how I was feeling. It'd been nearly twenty minutes since Kat's text--and she was nowhere in sight. I glanced down at my phone again, rereading the text for the hundredth time.

Just before heading out--freezing my butt off in the process--I'd been reading more about Ciri and Cahir. Classic knight-saves-princess stuff. Fitting, in a way. That's when my phone buzzed at 9 PM.

Kat:

"Heya Jess! Hannah and Rachel have gone off to fuck their dates for the night. Can sneak out for a few before they realize I'm gone. Meet at the quad. Be there in a few and bring the wig! I have an idea. <3"

Weird, but okay. I replied, then fired off another text, this time to Charlie.

The guys were having a boys' night in with takeout, so I figured I'd check to see where they were so I don't stumble into them.

Charlie:

"We're just heading out to grab the pizzas now. How long do you need?"

I texted back:

Me:

"20--30 mins tops. No one's gonna see me; everyone's out partying anyway."

So, with that, I packed up the wig along with the blouse and tight pants, and I rushed out to meet Kat. At least at the time... I thought I was.

The cold air hit me as soon as I stepped out. I jammed my hands into my sleeves and hurried across the empty quad. The frat party Kat mentioned wasn't far--if she'd left when she said, she should've already been here.

Five minutes passed. Still no sign of Kat. Maybe she got caught up chatting with someone?

But after ten minutes, unease began creeping in. I sent a quick message.

Me:

"You close by? Charlie and Harry have bought me some time so we can meet; I've only got 20 mins. Starting to get cold out here. Any longer and my nipples are going to cry out and complain."

The reply I received didn't help much

Kat:

"yeah, sorry, just ran into some others, will be there soon, promise! <3"

That was five minutes ago, now I was starting to get worried. "What's taking her so long?" I muttered, shifting on my feet. "I don't wanna be out here if the guys show up, I'm all alone here..."

Alone. A feeling of dread crept up my spine. I looked around. It was Thursday night, and everyone was out partying, and I was in the quad... Alone. That dread developed into fear, borderline panic. Then a stray thought came to mind. What if Kat didn't send that message?

What if it was... Hannah?

I skimmed through the message once more, on second look, I could see Hannah's mannerisms, and the one all-important detail I missed.

"Can sneak out for a few before they realize I'm gone"

Shit! I should've slapped myself. We had agreed to keep a low profile. Kat was going to see me tomorrow, so this meet-up made no sense.

I turned to leave. If Hannah sent that message, it wouldn't take her long to call in some favors... I had to get back to the dorm before anyone I didn't want seeing me showed up.

Just a few more steps...

"Why fancy meeting you here all alone. Where are you going?"

I froze. Of course, it would be HIM that would be here...

"It's been a while Jess, I've been lonely since you went away, I was hoping you'd be with me at mine for Thanksgiving, praising me for getting you away from the nerd, but it seems you had different plans. You're a naughty girl, Jessica Mason."

I turned slowly. There he was, still the same jerk as I remembered him, the way he held himself, ugh! How could anyone find him charming?

"Simon, I would say it's nice to see you, but we both know that's bullshit, what do you want?"

But more importantly, what did Hannah want? I presume it was her that sent him, just need to get it from his mouth first.

He started to swagger towards me, grinning as he got closer, I noticed that his swaggering was more swaying and staggering. I guess he was also at that party as he clearly had been drinking. This wasn't good.

"Well, Jess, it's more like what can YOU do for me. I've been given the go-ahead by Hannah to cash in on our agreement. So you and I can finally be together."

my face scrunched up in disgust. Is he for real? I knew he was full of himself but this was pushing him into creep territory. Our eyes met and I was reminded back to the day in the cafeteria when I got issued the forfeit. His gaze was predatory then, and it's just as bad now, if not worse.

"Simon, I don't know what Hannah and you have agreed upon, but if it involves me, I don't give my consent. now if you don't mind I'm waiting here for Kat, now if you would kindly go away, I'm sure you can tend to yourself and indulge in whatever sick fantasies you have about my body.

"Well, Jess, you'll be waiting a while longer, as Hannah has Kat... preoccupied. She didn't take too kindly to you swaying one of her closest friends away, so Hannah is reminding Kat who she is. I would be lying if I didn't say that I wanted in on that, an appetizer before having you as the main course. You'd still be waiting if Hannah hadn't reminded me. She wanted to make sure I got what I was owed.

"And as for the agreement, it involved you and your initial failure to complete your forfeit, so your consent is a non-issue Jess. As you know, back when you were leading the nerd on for nearly a month with your forfeit, Hannah and I... let's say we had a deal. not long after you left my party, you remember that one right Jess? The party where the Nerd..."

I tuned his voice out as I cringed at the memory, I remember that night all too well, where Tom stood toe to toe against the verbal abuse from Simon, Jack and the other varsity players, they expected him to break, lash out, cry, but Tom did the most mature thing he could do, he just up and left, without making a fuss.

while I didn't think of it back then as I was more worried about what was going to happen to me as I hadn't done the forfeit. But now? I was so proud of him, an actual man doesn't puff up his chest and try something, unlike a certain someone in front of me. All of a sudden he was in front of me. I jumped in shock as I didn't even notice he had gotten close until he was in my face.

"Are you listening to me bitch? I said, despite you completing the forfeit and cheating me out of my prize, Hannah told me before I came here is that as your self-declared independence from their group had forfeited you of any privileges gained, extensions, leeway, the whole lot, I can have free use of your body as I see fit.

"So long story short, you failed in completing your forfeit on time, so now you're mine to do with what I want!"

I felt an icy chill wash over me, and it wasn't from the cold air. There's no way that Hannah would be THAT ruthless. But then again, with what I now know of Hannah and her former friendship with Lily and how unhinged she's become after finding out about me and Tom, I wouldn't put it past her now.

He must've taken my silence as a form of acceptance as he snaked his arm around me, pulling us close together, my bag with my wig inside squashed between us.

"So what do you say? let's go back to my dorm where we can have the best night of our lives, I know you've been tainted by the nerd, but give me a few hours and i'll make sure your body forgets even being touched by him. by what my mates have been telling me, I have something to look forward to with how well you are in the sack!"

A swell of anger bubbled up, along with a feeling of wanting to throw up. Despite all the hints, denials and flat-out saying it to his face, Simon just wouldn't give up, maybe he just needs a harsh reality check. I elbowed him, effectively removing his arm from me.

"You know what, Simon? Fuck this and fuck you! You've been delusional for way too long. Read. My. Lips! I never have, never will, and never once wanted to be with you. You repulse me, you're too full of yourself. You act like your looks make up for everything, but your predator stare alone could clear a room. If you and I were the last two people on Earth? I'd rather masturbate for the rest of my life or die with a vibrator in my hand than ever let you touch me."

I could see Simon becoming redder in the face the more I ranted, from embarrassment or anger? I can't tell, but I wasn't even close to finishing; I was just getting started.

"Yes, I have a reputation for being the 'best lay' on campus, but now looking back on it? I did the work, in hopes I would feel something, those boys got off, and that's that.

"So while your boys can brag that they fucked Jessica Mason, but let me tell you that not one of them ever made me cum. It was that bad at times that I had to finish myself off after they left. The first honest to god proper time I had a good orgasm was Tom. He didn't treat me like a trophy or a challenge. He made me feel beautiful. He made me feel seen--and for the first time, I felt proud of my body to be felt, wanted, my needs put before anyone else."

Simon scoffed at that, raising an eyebrow. I gave him a chance to respond. "You find that funny, Simon?"

"Damn right I do," he sneered. "You only picked him because of that fucking forfeit. I offered to be your nerd for the night, and you shot me down. What makes him so special? So what if he's packing a bit more than I and most of the varsity team have. At the end of the day, he was just part of your forfeit. A joke."

I took a few deep breaths before I started my retaliation, my anger steadily growing, but I had to keep this calm.

"Yeah, it started as a forfeit. And I'm ashamed of that. I broke his heart when he found out about the photo. And I hate myself even more for ever sending it to Hannah, but what was the alternative?" I demanded, throwing my arms wide open.

"Getting him drugged and raped by Hannah and Rachel? While I'm gift-wrapped for you to play with like a toy? Fuck. No.

"I don't regret picking Tom. He's anything but a joke. Out of all the nerds I could've been forced on... I chose him, I learned more about him--and myself--than I ever did in all the years of fake friends and pointless hookups.

"Over that month, we found ourselves connecting, we "clicked" so to speak. Did I seduce him in the end? Yes, I did, do I regret it? Not for a second. By the end of that month, I was ready to give myself to him, the forfeit was the last thing on my mind until I got that damn text from Hannah!

"And if there were an opportunity to do this again, then I would make the same choices. Tom has shown me that people from two completely different worlds can fall in love.

"You and especially Hannah couldn't handle it that pure love was founded between two people from those two different worlds, that screams Jealousy to me!"

Simon's words came out in a slow kind of anger "So what are you saying? That you. Miss Jessica Mason, the most popular of the dubbed "four ladies of campus", loves a fucking nerd of all people?"

If I was the Jessica from sophomore year, being called the most popular would've had me squealing with joy. But now? I really couldn't care, I can still be popular, but in the way I wanted, not because of Hannah, and especially not for being someone who spread their legs.

"Yes. I love him. And it's not just some run-of-the-mill puppy love, nor some illicit affair of someone below my station. I'm in love with him. I'll scream it to the world if I must."

I took a deep breath, looked up at the stars, and yelled with everything I had.

"Do you hear me?! I am in love with the man known as Thomas Ethan Walker! He fills my heart and soul with his whole being and I hope to God he loves me just as much in return!!"

I lowered my head, looking at Simon dead in his eyes, "If that doesn't convince you, then you're even more hopeless than I thought! Thomas is twice the man that you are, and probably is twice the dick size than you..."

Pain exploded across my cheek as I felt myself stumbling to the ground. My bag containing my Ciri clothing fell to my side. I tried to gather my bearings and find it, but a foot got in my way. I looked up to see Simon towering over me, his eyes black with rage.

"I have had enough of this you fucking bitch! I'm going to take what I should have had all those months ago! Let us see if the nerd will want you back after I'm done with you!"

I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he held on tight, his fist knotted in my blouse, a few violent tugs--and then a loud rip. My bra was exposed. I was too shocked to even scream or respond, Simon had lost it, and I was going to become another statistic of campus rape, I felt Simon's hand cupping my exposed bra. His head bent down towards my own, snaking his tongue out to lick my chin up to my cheek, I shivered in revulsion, trying hard not to cry.

"I don't know how the nerd managed to fuck up the rumor I started about us" whispered Simon into my ear. "But I'm a fair man, I'll make that rumor real, lets see him disprove that!"

I clenched my eyes shut at what was coming, feeling powerless as Simon was powered by rage and booze. I stifled a sob as I heard his fly unzipping.

'I'm sorry, Thomas, I love you, my beautiful dork!'

The next thing I knew, there was a tugging of my bra, a gust of wind, a grunting noise, a thud, and then... nothing?

I blinked and opened my eyes slowly, it dawned that Simon was no longer on top of me. A cry of outrage, followed by a sickening crack made me turn towards where the sound was coming from. I gasped as tears ran down my face. Someone was on top of Simon, beating the shit out of him.

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*Tom -- Thursday Night*

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"Six pizzas? Seriously?" I stared at the checkout screen in disbelief. "Charlie... You DO know I'm not made out of money, right?"

Charlie looked up from his phone, blinking in confusion at the counter. At least he had the decency to look sheepish. I turned to Harry who was currently sat down on one of the chairs, both hands over his face.

"Well.... It's not often you offer free pizza, right? I'm taking advantage of it! Besides... we'll have time to chat about other things. That'll make the next twenty minutes pass by, won't it?"

His hand clutched his stomach as it gave off a rumble,

"Give me a sec first, I need to go to the toilet. Don't leave without me if they're done before I get back," he called.

Charlie didn't give me a chance to respond as he rushed off to the men's bathroom. I couldn't help but think that he was hiding something.

I turned away from the bathroom door to look at Harry once more, who had now moved his hands up and gripped his hair, more likely in frustration. The tired look in his eyes said everything. Charlie's excuse was ridiculous.

"I'm sorry, Tom," he said.

I raised an eyebrow at that. He saw my unspoken question and continued, "Jessica needed some time to make a run, without bumping into you or her friends. She said she needed about twenty minutes."

I nodded, and silence followed, giving me time to think. After confronting Harry yesterday, I tried to pry out of Harry what Jessica's plan was, but he would not budge. I'm curious as to how Jessica is going to "blow my mind."

"Six pizzas for Mr walker?" I looked up, startled. Were the pizzas done already? I looked about, not seeing Charlie at all, I checked my phone, expecting it had only been a few minutes. Fifteen had already passed since we placed the order.

I got up to get the pizzas, still exasperated that Charlie tried to stall for time by ordering so many. I was regretting promising this deal, but then again without him and Harry, then I wouldn't have the ammo I currently have to use against Simon if he tried anything.

"So..." I started, looking at Harry who got up, ready to leave with me. "You going to go in and check to see if Charlie is alive? I've got an excuse." I motioned to the stack of pizza boxes currently in my arms.

Harry groaned as he made his way to the bathrooms, muttering, "he'd better be dead if he's looking at his phone, we need another toilet in our apartment..."

I called after him as he opened the door, loud enough for everyone to hear,

"Just tell the short git that his stalling has gone on long enough."

I let out a laugh as I heard an indignant Charlie yell out "Dude! did you seriously tell him??"

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"Tom, I'm sorry, bro! I know we're friends and all, and I should've told you that we saw Jessica, but she's super hyped about this plan--and seriously, why am I the one carrying all six pizzas??"

I turned around to look at Charlie, his eyes just about visible above the top pizza box.

"Well, Charlie, you were the one who placed the order for six pizzas. Seems fair you carry them! After all I paid for them, and Harry's already juggling the drinks we're having with them."

"Yeah well this sucks! do you know how hot my hands are carrying them?" he snapped back, "at least carry some so I can see more than just steam rising from the top, please?"

I laughed at Charlie's plight, we were close to the quad so I guess I could do him this small a favor, I grabbed two boxes as we reached the corner, we were greeted by what sounded like two people arguing, I felt myself alone briefly and turned back to see Charlie and Harry staring at the argument, I made my way back to see what was happening, that's when I heard her.

"I'd rather masturbate for the rest of my life or die with a vibrator in my hand than ever let you touch me."

It was Jessica, I looked towards the person she was talking to, my mouth dropped open. Simon? What the hell, was this Simon's idea of fucking with my life again?

I was about to leave when Harry had a grip on my arm, forcing me to stay. He gave me a sharp look and then quietly said, "Listen to them before you do something stupid. I don't think it's what you believe this is."

I begrudgingly nodded and stood close to them, eavesdropping as Jessica and Simon talked, trying to hear what was being said.

I heard my name and something about making her feel beautiful, and putting her needs before my own. I leaned forward more in an attempt to hear better. I must have found a better spot as I heard Simon scoff. I could see what passed as an angry look on Jessica's face as she asked him if he found that funny.

"You only picked him because of that fucking forfeit. I offered to be your nerd for the night, and you shot me down. What makes him so special? So what if he's packing a bit more than I and most of the varsity team. End of the day, he was just part of your forfeit. A joke."

That comment about me being a forfeit, yeah. That stung. But a joke? at least with the stuff I have on Simon now, thanks to Charlie and Harry, I know I'm anything but a joke. I zeroed in on Jessica's voice as she fired back at Simon.

What I heard made me look at the whole scenario surrounding Jessica's forfeit and time spent with me in a new light. Thinking back to just after Simon's party, where it seemed Jessica had turned over a new leaf, that led to our first time together after nearly a month of waiting for the other shoe that never dropped.

The revelation about why she sent the picture to Hannah now made sense. She saved me from being drugged and raped but ended up sacrificing herself. But that sacrifice was for naught, as it was used to break us up, and why? Jealousy of pure love that was founded between two people with different backgrounds.

A swift tug on my arms snapped me out of my thoughts. It was Harry.

"Tom! Are you hearing this right now? If you are still having doubts that she doesn't love you then..."

"Do you hear me?! I'm in love with the man known as Thomas Ethan Walker!"

The three of us gasped in unison, Holy fuck! My heart fluttered, those doubts Harry mentioned? Gone. Permanently evicted from my mind, and yes I do love her as much in return, and I fully intend to let her know that on Saturday.

We started to laugh as Jessica started to rip on his dick size, only to stare in horror as Simon backhanded her across her left cheek. I stood in shock as Simon stood over her. Harry got his phone out and started to record the incident, while he was a giant compared to me and Simon, Harry hated violence.

Charlie was frozen to the spot as well, we could only watch on, the cowards that we were as Simon then pushed her to the ground, straddling her with one hand over her arms, crossing them over her head with another hand pawing her chest, Jessica this whole time was trying to fight her way out of his grip.

It started small, a voice that told me to move, to stop being a coward and save her, that self preservation side of me told me to stay where I was, that Harry was recording it and we could send it to the dean in the morning or later on.

Then something clicked, I have no idea if it was Simon's promise of taking Jessica, the threat of sending me a real video as proof, but one thing for sure, his ripping of her clothes and grabbing her bra covered breast was the final straw.

I saw red. My body moved before my mind could catch up. One second I was standing--next, I was sprinting. Faster than I thought I could.

I crashed into Simon's side, shoulder-first, the impact worthy of a football tackle--or a "spear" straight out of pro wrestling, It was therapeutic seeing Simon's expression change from a sleazy bastard to shock as we both hit the pavement with a grunt. I straddled him, gripping his shirt, eyes burning with rage.

Simon gasped for breath. When his eyes met mine, he didn't look afraid. Just... amused.

"What... the fuck... are you playing at... you goddamn ner--"

WHAM.

My forehead slammed into his face. I heard cartilage snap. Blood sprayed up across both of us. None of it was mine.

I've never been in a real fight before--being over six feet tall in high school kept most bullies at bay. Shame it didn't stop the heartbreak whenever a girlfriend upgraded to someone taller, richer, or dumber.

Still, my dad always told me. "If you have to fight, fight to win. Fight dirty if you must, but come out on top, always."

I'm glad I remembered.

Simon let out a roar and tried to lift us both off the ground--he was running on pure adrenaline. He was strong, I'll give him that.

But I killed his momentum with a punch to his kidney, his breath left him as we fell to the pavement. I started punching, my fists drove into the soft zones I knew would hurt, the other kidney, solar plexus, nerves beneath the ribs, each hit was methodically targeted. My medicine major finally had its moment.

"I'll tell you 'what the fuck' I'm playing at, you asshole!"

I managed to find my voice between hits, my breath gasping as I lined my forearm over his clavicles and sternum and pressed down firmly. He could still breathe, but he couldn't lift himself up with pressure on him.

"I don't care what you do or say to me, Call me a nerd, a geek--whatever you want. I've heard worse, always had thick skin, made me easier to blend into the background, I thought your party clued you in when I broke down every comment you and your gang threw at me, I removed myself before an incident could happen."

I lifted myself up and gripped his shirt once more, lifting him up from the ground before slamming him back down.

"It's true that Jessica had to seduce me as a forfeit for some stupid game or what not, but that confession I heard just now? She sent that image to save me. And for some reason or another, long after she was finished with it. that bitch Hannah decided to fuck about with us, and had you involved too, "

I forced myself to breathe. If I lost control now, I'd lose the edge.

"You made me believe the one person I love who saw me for who I am, who changed herself to want to be with me, and manipulated events to make it seem like she used me in a sick game where I was a means to an end."

I took a quick moment to gather my next comment and my emotions, tears were starting to gather.

"That really hurt, not gonna lie about that. But the one thing I will never let go, is that you attempted to rape Jessica. Do what you want to me all you will, but if you touch one head of hair on her again..."

I lowered my head so only he could hear the coldness of my next words.

"I'll make sure that harness you own is permanently attached to your pathetic excuse of a small penis, imagine what would happen if that ever were to come to light?"

Even though he was in pain and gasping for breath, his eyes snapped open and he shot a death glare at me. He managed to spit at my face, a mixture of blood and saliva.

"Go... fuck yourself... nerd... I'll fuck.. you up... and I'll fuck Jessica--AARRGHHHH!"

He never got the chance to finish his sentence. The moment he mentioned Jessica's name, I lost it. My composure snapped as I braced both hands on the ground, swung my legs back, then drove both knees straight down into his groin.

His scream pierced the night, I glared at him venomously as I snarled at him.

"You mention Jess' name again, you prick, and I'll have the doctors sew your goddamn mouth shut! She's mine! I love Jessica--so keep the fuck away from her!"

I raised my fist again, ready to finish him, when arms wrapped around me, dragging me backwards. I twisted, half-blind with rage, ready to fight off whoever would help him--

Then lips crashed onto mine. A tongue darted past my open mouth and lingered there for a while before pulling back.

My haze cleared.

Blonde hair. Green eyes. Tears streaming down her cheeks and over those dimples I love so much. Her mouth was trembling and smiling at the same time.

"Oh Thomas! My hero, my knight!"

My whole body trembled. I could feel the adrenaline bleeding out of me, leaving behind nothing but the throbbing pain in my knuckles. My vision blurred, and for a second, I didn't know if I wanted to throw up... or cry.

My hands shot up too fast, her face never flinched. Instead, I saw love, adoration, and most importantly, trust in those eyes. I pulled her to me and we shared another kiss.

"I love you, Jessica Mason," I said after our lips parted from each other once more, her tears and mine were flowing.

"I love you, too, Thomas Walker."

I'd had rare moments of joy before, but this? They don't hold a candle against this moment! Jessica, the girl I loved, got my heart broken over and now loved even more so than before, had said my name again.

My sight became darkened as my body slumped against Jessica. her voice was the last thing I heard as everything slipped into darkness.

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*Jessica*

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My mind was all over the place. I should've been shaking after what almost happened--but all I could think about was Tom. He came out of nowhere and ripped Simon off me.

And watching him beat the shit out of Simon? It was terrifying... yet ridiculously hot. My man saved me.

I couldn't help but think of what I'd read about Cahir and Ciri--knight saves the princess. Only this time, the nerd was the hero... and I was the one rescued.

If we didn't have an audience, I swear I'd have ripped my hero's clothes off and fucked him right there on the pavement.

I took a long look at Tom in my arms, and I couldn't help but tremble. After nearly two long weeks, I was finally holding him again. When he grabbed my head and kissed me after he raged against Simon, it felt natural, possessive, and I even felt a thrill.

My eyes drifted to Simon. He was curled on his side, hands between his legs, not moving. Looked like Tom's final stomp had knocked him out cold, good!

"Harry! Please tell me you got that on camera??? I don't care if we get called into the dean's office, we're going to spread this like wildfire!"

I glanced over and saw Charlie with six pizza boxes stacked high. Harry was right behind him, juggling a bag and his phone, still recording. I couldn't help but laugh. Was ordering that many pizzas Charlie's way of buying me twenty to thirty minutes while I waited for Kat?

Oh shit! Kat!

I gave Tom one last hug, then gently laid him down on the pavement.

I glanced at Charlie and Harry, leaving Tom with them was the best option. I had to hurry if I was going to save Kat from whatever Hannah had planned.

"Charlie, Harry, can you look after him? Or at least get him to his dorm? I'll be back, I need to be there when he wakes up."

Harry nodded and with my help, I got Tom onto Harry's back, so it was easier for him to carry both him and the bag of booze he was carrying. I turned to leave but not before hearing Charlie call out to me.

"Jessica! Where are you going?"

I stopped and looked back at the trio. "Hannah set me up, thinking I was going to meet with Kat, they're at a local frat party where girls go for a quick hook up, I need to save Kat from whatever Hannah is planning."

An idea came to mind, knowing Hannah she wouldn't be expecting me to show up, that I would currently be at Simon's mercy, I wanted Hannah to see just how much she fucked up.

"Harry, can you send me that video? I need to induce the fear of an angry nerd on a certain bitch"

I thanked them and turned to go, then paused. One last thing. I stepped up to Simon's crumpled form and drove my heel into his balls. "Fucking creep," I spat.

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The sounds of party music filled my ears as I entered the frat house. The guy at the door looked like a freshman--wide-eyed, frozen. Probably thought Jessica Mason had come to hunt dick. Idiot.

I considered heading to the main room first, but Hannah always liked doing her dirty work in the bedrooms. So I rushed upstairs, scanning the landing, listening close to the doors for any sound of them, nothing. No Hannah, no Kat. Then a cheer exploded from below, unmistakably Hannah's voice.

I hurried as quickly as I could down the stairs, made my way into the main room where there were a ring of people cheering on someone in the middle, I saw a flash of platinum hair and I knew Hannah was at the center of it all, to the side I could see Rachel's head and a small bob and weave of Kat's red hair.

I stood up on top of a nearby chair to get a better look.

I stared in gut-wrenching horror at Kat being degraded by... whatever the hell this was.

Kat stood in just her underwear, mascara streaked from crying, forced to dance against a pole. The most sickening thing? The ring of people were mostly blokes, their cocks out as they masturbated in front of her, as for the few women in the crowd? Some were stroking the guys next to them while others just watched with glazed eyes.

I saw one of the blokes shudder and buck their hips forward before I saw a stream of cum fly towards Kat's face, I've had enough, before tonight was over, I fully intended to bring Hannah's world down as she once did to me and Tom.

I jumped down, found the boombox and lighting rig plugged in by the switch and yanked them both, leaving the room silent and in darkness before I flipped the switch.

Now all eyes were on me, my face a mask of fury, Only one face looked relieved. The rest were a mirage of shock and pissed-off confusion. Hannah's was a mixture of the last two, she quickly hid that anger and put on that friendly bitch face I knew all too well.

"Jessica, babe! What took you so long? Did Simon work you that quick that you decided you wanted more?"

I smirked as she approached, the ring of people parting, allowing her to approach me, Rachel was by Kat's side, trying to comfort her, but Kat pushed her away, wrapping her arms around herself trying to keep her modesty.

"Why, nice to see you too, Hannah. You seemed to have bounced back from that slap I gave you last week. How many layers of war paint did you slap on to hide that bruise? either way, you've done an incredible job covering it up."

She snorted and stepped closer, her eyes zeroing in on my face. Completely ignoring what I said, she continued.

"Well it seems whatever happened didn't leave you unscathed, seems karma hit you hard in the face, bitch! And I see he got somewhat lucky as your one cow tit is nearly hanging out to boot."

I blinked, looking down--my bra was skewed and one boob was halfway out. I'd run all the way here without even thinking about my ripped clothes. Flicking my phone into selfie mode, I winced. Hannah wasn't wrong as there was a red mark on the left side of my face.

For a second, I panicked about ruining the cosplay. Then I remembered: that's the same side Ciri has her scar. No loss. I can deal with that.

"Oh that? yeah, Simon got a bit physical after I brutally took him down mentally, but physically? I have Tom to thank for that."

The room erupted in laughter. Wait, did they think I was joking? Oh right, many people here are part of Simon's ring of friends or play on the same team as him. I was suddenly glad I decided to get that video from Harry.

"Are you hard of hearing, or just thick? I said Tom floored Simon."

That earned me another round of laughter, louder than before. Even Rachel laughed, though it sounded more forced than amused. Kat was still shaking while looking between Hannah and I.

"Puh-leeze! That nerd? Knocking out Simon? One of the best linemen on the team? You're delusional, babe. In what world would a nerd be able to take on and win a fight against a man like Simon?

"I'll give the geek credit, he does fill out a shirt with those muscles, but does he know how to use them? We all know he's a wimp--always dodging conflict, folding the second he's confronted."

I could see her rallying up the crowd even more.

"If you lot are wondering why she's building up a random nerd into something he's not, get this! At the start of Junior year, Jessica here lost a bet pretty badly and her forfeit was to suck off a nerd within a set time limit, imagine our surprise when she was having problems getting Tom, one of biggest nerds on campus, to drop his pants so she could suck him off. She begged us to have an extension so she could get it done. Pathetic, right?"

Some people chuckled while others looked unsure. Right now, I don't care about the forfeit anymore, but what I do care about is what would happen if Hannah were to share that image of me and Tom.

Hannah continued her little tale of my forfeit.

"But that's not the best part. She eventually got it done, although it was a month later and oh boy, have I got something to show you all!"

I pulled up my phone and glanced at the crowd behind Hannah. She was still rambling, but I cut in before she could finish.

"Everyone, get your phones out. You're about to witness something incredible."

I tapped "AirDrop to all." One by one, notifications lit up the crowd.

Hannah looked a bit perplexed. "Just when I thought I'd seen it all, did you just airdrop your pic...."

My voice was heard first, crying out in pain, then the voices of Harry and Charlie filled the room, telling Tom to stop before they fell silent, only the sounds of distant smacking, thuds, and groans filled the room.

one by one, small comments started, followed by disbelief and incredulity. Hannah was silent the whole time.

"Wait... is Simon really getting his ass kicked?"

"Holy shit is THAT the nerd?! No way..."

"Wait... was Simon actually trying to rape Jessica? Jesus..."

"Yo! That's at the quad! Is Simon stupid doing that on campus?!"

The male population winced and held their groins as a shrill noise came from their phones, I guess they got to the part where Tom double kneed Simon's bollocks.

I purposely sent Hannah a direct text message with the video attachment so she could see for herself.

"Just take a look, Hannah," I said, staring her down. "You'll see I'm not bullshitting." She opened it and fell quiet as she saw Tom's fury. I don't think I've ever seen her at a loss for words for the whole time I've known her.

"That's... that's fake. It has to be," she whispered to herself.

Ignoring her for now, I had to see how Kat was holding up. There were a lot of gasps and "aawww that's sweet" from the women as Tom threatened to sew Simon's mouth shut, proclaiming me as his and his love for me. As I got closer to Kat I heard multiple denials of the vid, about how it must've been faked, while others were rebutting that as the time stamp shows the time being in the last half hour.

Some of Simon's friends bolted for the front door, yelling they were headed to the quad to confirm it.

I couldn't help but smile--things were going even better than I'd hoped.

"J-J-Jessica, you came! I'm so sorry, I was messaging Nate and I..."

I wrapped my arms around her, soothing and comforting her as she wept. It broke my heart seeing her like this.

My eyes glanced towards Rachel, and I saw the look on her face, mixed with conflicted loyalties and guilt. I don't envy her position right now.

"Jessica... Kat... I didn't know she'd take it this far. I thought it was just a prank--like the old days... I didn't think--"

"SHUT UP RACHEL!" yelled Kat, which was muffled by her face in my clothing. Her face snapped towards Rachel, her attention solely on the stunned brunette.

"Just... shut up. Are you seriously saying you had no Idea Hannah would go this far? open your eyes! Ever since... Ever since Lily left us, we've both seen Hannah slowly become unhinged, only we've both been too blinded to see it.

"The biggest clue was when Hannah was insistent that we befriend and induct Jessica, her appearance reminded Hannah of Lily, it was right there in front of our faces, and then when Jessica followed the same pattern as Lily and fell in love...

"Well, we are seeing those results. Our friend nearly got raped while I was in the middle of a ring of blokes using me like a cum rag!"

Kat practically screamed the last part at Rachel. Honestly? I didn't blame her.

Kat made the motion to stand, together we got her dressed and made our way towards the front door, as we passed Rachel, who was still on the floor, her face downcast with her body shaking, we could hear her sobbing. Kat took some pity on Rachel and spoke softly to her.

"Just promise me one thing Rachel, please, I know Hannah and you are tight, spring break showed that bond at least. Try and talk some sense into her. If that fails then look out if she decides to place you into a situation like Jess and I were. We're not taking any falls for her anymore. The rule of four was fun in high school, but now in university? It's become a mockery."

And with that, we started walking. The crowd had thinned out, and Hannah was nowhere to be seen, I guess she slipped away while no one was looking. cowardly bitch.

On the floor where she'd stood was a cracked phone. I bent down, picked it up, and saw the locked background. It was hers.

I pocketed it without a word.

We had one destination now: Tom's apartment.

As we made our way by the front garden, one of Simon's friends rushed past us and into the house, it was a few moments later we heard him yelling.

"Yo! That vid's real! The nerd fucked up Simon real bad!"

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*Tom*

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My eyes opened to darkness. Breathing was difficult, my mouth seemed to be pressed against something, but my nose caught the scent of vanilla and roses. I took a deep sniff... then a curious lick.

The soft flesh in front of me jiggled a bit, followed by a soft moan and a giggle. I'm sure that scent was familiar, who had that lovely smell... It was then that my mind booted up fully as I remembered that Jessica usually smelled like vanilla and roses.

I pulled free from the softness, blinking as I realized my mouth was still buried in something warm, but at least I could see more of my surroundings. Jessica flinched slightly, surprised, her arms still cradling me close.

I looked up to see my mouth full of her breast. Her dimple flashed with a smile at full wattage.

"My hero finally awakens. Did you sleep well on my girls, Thomas?"

She let go so I could sit up. We stared at each other for the first time in nearly two weeks. Other than the mark on her cheek, she looked exactly the same. My hand reached out to touch the reddened skin.

Jessica only smiled and pressed her injured cheek into my palm, eyes shining with fresh tears.

"I think I could've slept longer. Your breasts smell nice. Ah--no, I mean, not just your breasts, I--damn, that came out wrong."

Mentally, I was drop-kicking myself into the sun. Smooth move, dumbass. First thing I say after weeks apart is that I loved smelling her boobs?

Jessica giggled, nuzzling my hand. Her own fingers laced through mine like she never wanted to let go.

"It's okay, you dork. I know what you meant. But Tom... I... Thank you. If you hadn't been there... I don't even want to think what Simon would've done to me."

I tried to remember what had happened, but everything after seeing Simon looming over her was a blur.

"What happened, exactly? Last I remember, you were on the ground... then we were kissing... then I woke up motorboating you."

"Oh babe, you were feral! You went full beast mode. Bloodied Simon's face, brutalized his ribs--and then you did this handstand thing and kneed him in the balls!"

She laughed at the memory, but her body was shaking. Her voice cracked, and I saw the color drain from her face. She flung herself into me, arms locking around my back, sobbing softly into my chest. Her whispers were a mix of "I'm sorry" and "I love you" on repeat, muffled and raw.

"Jessica... Jessica? Jess," I said gently, trying to get her to look at me. Simon's assault must have shocked her pretty bad. She eventually slowed her sobbing enough so she'd look at me, I had an idea swiftly forming in my mind. Doing this would be jumping forward a few days, but Jess deserves something to make her happy.

"Jess." Her face brightened at the nickname, her dimples back once more. God, how I love it when they show up.

"I know we said we'd talk on Saturday, but... what if we just forget the past two weeks? What if we pick up where we left off, before Simon and Hannah tried to wreck us?"

She was quiet for a moment. Sadness faded, replaced by brief confusion, then bright unmistakable joy. She brought her hands to her mouth as she let out a low squeal.

"Nothing would make me happier! You don't know how relieved I feel Tom. I was going to win you back by doing something big, but you ruined that by being heroic and saving the princess, just like Cahir did for Ciri."

I smiled; it seemed that she had finally reached that section of The Wild Hunt, a small scene playing out in my mind, only I was Cahir and Jess was Ciri.

"So... is that a yes?" I asked jokingly.

That got me a playful slap on my arm followed by a brief kiss.

"You dork! Of course my answer is yes! Yes a thousand times over!" Her face took on a mix tone of seriousness but playfulness.

"Buuuut, I would still like for us to have our big talk on Saturday. That's if you still want to? I have this whole thing rehearsed and it would be a waste of time if we just threw any and all questions we have for each other."

"Erm... sure, if that's what you want as well Jess, I know we both have a lot to ask and answer..." I suddenly tried to stifle a yawn that crept up on me, was I still physically spent after what happened?

"Jess, how long was I out for exactly? I still feel tired."

"It's just after midnight. So you weren't out for long, Charlie and Harry had you here, they left you two pizzas by the way, they agreed to let you rest and they could come back tomorrow when you're finally awake, and I hope you don't mind but Kat's here too. Hannah... she did something awful to her. She's passed out on the sofa.

I blinked, there seemed to be more that happened. Those questions can be asked tomorrow. Another yawn escaped my lips, to which Jess reciprocated.

"Aaaaah, stop with the yawning! you're contagious Tom! I guess it is time we need to get some sleep before you have to go to class tomorrow. I'm still free until monday and due to last night I really need to calm down, Kat can keep me company while you're gone."

"If you'd like I can always cancel as well so I can keep you..."

"No Tom! Don't you dare, I... I have something planned... but it requires you to not see what I'm going to do, I promise it will be worth it. please. Let me do this for you."

I nodded and she smiled at that answer, she kissed my nose, then swung her legs over the side of the bed. She started to undress, first sliding her socks off and dropping her blue jeans to the floor, revealing her ass, clad only in panties. She hooked her hands under her ruined top and lifted it over her head. She started fiddling with something in front of her before I heard a clasp click and her bra became undone.

Dropping it to the floor, she grabbed a hoodie off my chair, not before taking a deep sniff. She visibly relaxed even more and then slipped it on, seeing her in one of my hoodies with those two globes jutting out, her nipples poking through the fabric made something twitch below my waist. She turned to face me, clearly done.

"Well? What are you waiting for, babe?" She grinned, tilting her head. "You stripping or what?"

"I... Isn't this a bit too fast, Jess? Are we really going to have sex after what just happened?"

She blinked then sat on my bed, she threaded her fingers through mine and our foreheads touched.

"I'm not asking for sex, Tom. As much as I'd love to have you between my legs again... I haven't earned that yet. We've only just restarted our relationship, and that's more than I ever expected. All I want is to curl up in bed with my boyfriend and drift off together. After everything that's happened, I think we both need that."

With that said, I started to undress. Jessica helped me as she saw me struggling, my muscles screaming from overuse. With her help, we got me down to just my boxer shorts, she smirked as she saw the tent in my boxers, she couldn't help but cop a feel.

"Down boy," she cooed. "Be patient, and I'll play with you as much as you want." She gave me a playful wink before climbing into bed.

I joined her not long after, snuggling close as I spooned into her, the two of us savoring the comfort of being together again. When she shifted slightly, my arm naturally slid around her waist in a protective embrace. A soft, contented sigh escaped her lips as she drifted off to sleep.

As her quiet snoring filled the room, I found myself reflecting on the past few weeks--everything we'd endured, both the pain and the healing.

In the end, Jessica and I had found our way back to each other.

But as my eyes grew heavy and the pull of sleep took over, a quiet unease lingered in the back of my mind.

My fight with Simon... it felt like more than just a confrontation.

I had no way of knowing then, but the fallout was already snowballing, pushing both of us toward something far bigger than we ever imagined.

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End of chapter 4.

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We're in the final stretch now. Simon got his comeuppance. Hannah's grip on power is slipping fast. And most importantly--Jessica and Tom have found their way back to each other.

I genuinely had a blast writing this one. My wonderful editor (and wife!) suggested ending Chapter 4 on a high and hopeful note. I'm so glad I listened--reading back my original plan versus how this version turned out, the difference is night and day.

I made a conscious effort to keep the spotlight on Tom and Jessica this time around. The side characters still pop in here and there, but I made sure they didn't steal the scene or detract from the core emotional journey. I didn't want to cut them entirely but I hope their limited appearances felt natural.

Looking forward to seeing you all in Chapter 5!

Below are some bonus/alt scenes that were originally written but ultimately cut--my wife and I agreed they would've undercut the story's main focus..

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Deleted scene #1

Originally, this scene was supposed to play on the fact that Jessica spied on Daniel, Mia, and Matilda, but I've done a better version in the published chapter 4.

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"Maybe, Maddie, Mia and I agreed to tell her when she's older, until then I'm ok with being in her life as Uncle Dan Dan."

I couldn't help but let off a snort, and my mouth shot off before I could stop it.

"After last night, Uncle Dan Dan better be careful--or he'll end up Daddy Dan Dan times two."

My hands flew over my mouth in shock. Smooth. Real smooth, Jessica. Way to keep things low-key.

Daniel looked at me, mouth gaping open and wide-eyed, while Matilda was trying her hardest to not laugh, and being unsucessful. Jill, on the other hand, was giggling away using the glue stick on her coloured paper. At least someone was too busy gluing paper to be traumatized.

"Oh well there's no point in hiding it, now that my loud mouth let loose, Yes Dan, I saw you three last night, next time leave the door closed, like Jill here I don't want to be traumatized seeing my sister and you doing the ugly beast with two backs" I glanced at Matilda, a funny thought appeared in my mind "or three backs in this case, isn't that right Maddy?"

That gave me a long eye roll from Matilda.

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Deleted scene #2

I had a hidden message from Mia and Jessica's mom inserted into the back of her scrapbook, as a sort of plot device to give meaning for the scrapbook, but the more I looked at it, I decided I didn't like that it was making out to be a morbid "here are my last words!" letter. didn't want that at all.

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Tucked between them, just inside the page fold... was a note. I unfolded it, hearing the faint crinkle of ink trying to keep the paper stuck together. I took a look at the header and saw it was addressed to Mia and me. it was from Mom alright, her handwriting was unmistakable. With trembling fingers, I started reading.

To my beautiful girls--Mia and Jessica,

If you're reading this, it means life moved faster than I expected--and maybe I didn't get the chance to say everything I wanted to.

That's the thing about love. About family. One day you're building blanket forts... and then you blink, and your babies are women with lives of their own.

This scrapbook isn't just a keepsake--it's part of something bigger. A tradition. My mother started hers the year she fell in love. I followed suit. Not because it was expected, but because some stories are too messy, too real, too beautiful to fade into memory.

Love isn't perfect. But it's worth it.

So when it finds you--whether it's slow and quiet, or wild and impossible--I hope you embrace it. Really embrace it. Don't just feel it... record it. Share it. Let it be messy. Let it be honest. Let it be yours.

If I haven't already, you'll find two blank scrapbooks in this box. One for each of you. My gift to you--not as your mother, but as a fellow woman who loved deeply and dared to remember.

Start writing your story while it's still unfolding. Especially the hard parts. The ugly truths. The things that scare you to admit. Because the person who's meant to love you... will want to know everything.

And if you're anything like me, that's how you'll know it's real.

Always watching over you,

With all the love in the world,

Mom ????

I stared at the letter, the words blurring behind fresh tears. Not sad tears... not really. Just full ones. I folded the note, placed it back in the page fold and closed the scrapbook, I turned to look at one of the empty scrapbooks.

'Time to fill mine.' I thought to myself. This was how I'd show Tom.

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