Jeremy pov: As I looked into Sebastian's eyes, I felt a shiver run down my spine. His touch on my cheek made me recoil in disgust, but he seemed unfazed by my reaction.  My hands were tightly bound in handcuffs, and my attempts to free myself only made the restraints feel tighter. "Let me go!" I shouted, desperation creeping into my voice. "I will," Sebastian replied calmly, "but first, I need to give you a warning." My mind raced as I tried to figure out what he could possibly want from me. I knew he was a dangerous person, but I never imagined he would come after me. "There are people who worry about you," he continued, his hand now caressing my hair. "You're lucky to have such caring friends." I knew he was talking about Oliver. But Sebastian's words held a sinister tone that made me doubt his intentions. "Don

Jeremy pov: As I paced back and forth outside the ICU room, I couldn't help but notice the red stains on my shirt. But in that moment of panic, I didn't care about them.  All I could think about was River, who was fighting for her life in that room. I prayed to God that she would be okay. As I collapsed onto a nearby bench, my hands trembled with fear and guilt.  The images from the accident were still fresh in my mind, the look of terror on River's face as the bullet hit her, and how she fell into my arms.  I knew that the bullet was meant for me, but it hit River instead. It was all my fault that she was lying in that hospital bed, and I couldn't help but blame myself. As I sat there, tears streaming down my face, a voice suddenly broke through my sorrow.  "JEREMY!!!" The voice shouted, and I looked up through my blu

Jeremy pov:My heart was shattered into a million pieces as Steve left without uttering another word. Tears streamed down my face, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for the words I said. Steve, my love, I didn't mean to hurt you. I haven't moved on from you; I still love you with every fiber of my being.But fate seems to have other plans for us, and it's tearing me apart. If only I could muster the courage to tell you how I feel, but it seems like the universe is conspiring against us.As I wiped my tears away, I was reminded of the cause of my pain and drama; Oliver, my supposed best friend. I wish I could slap him and tell him how much I hate what he's doing. He's not the sweet and innocent Oliver I used to know; he's become a monster, devoid of any empathy or heart. He's causing me so much pain, and I can't take it anymore.I fear that Steve might move on from me while all this drama unfolds, and that thought terrifies me. I can't lose him; he means everything to me.When will

Steve pov: I bolted towards my bike, my heart racing against my chest as I drove as fast as I could. I was petrified that something terrible might happen to Jeremy. I was kicking myself for not seeing through Oliver's plan. I should have noticed the change in Jeremy's behavior. Looking back, it was evident that he loved me all along; the pain in his eyes when he denied it was a dead giveaway. I was foolish to think that he would fall for someone he had just met. I'm sorry, Jeremy. If anything happens to you, Oliver will face my wrath! As soon as I reached Matthew's house, I didn't even bother turning off the engine. I ran inside, frantically searching for him. But he was nowhere to be found. I dashed into the bar and found him surrounded by a bevy of gorgeous girls. I jogged towards him, glaring at them until they backed off, leaving us alone. "Steve! What's going on?" Said Matthew, as I came running towards him, panting heavily. "It's Jeremy, he's in trouble," I blurted out, co

Steve pov:As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized that we were in the same car that we had driven to get here. I sat up and looked around to see Maggie and Matthew smoking outside with a look of frustration etched on their faces. My chest felt fine, surprisingly, and when I checked, there was no sign of a wound. I stepped out of the car and walked towards Maggie and Matthew. Maggie rolled her eyes when she saw me approaching and took another drag from her cigarette. "What's the matter, Maggie?" I asked her, concerned. "You're the matter, Steve," she snapped, pointing at my chest, "I thought you got shot and I was freaked out." Matthew just stood there, silently watching us, and chuckled."Wait, what? How did I not get shot?!" I exclaimed in confusion."Relax, buddy. You were wearing a bulletproof vest. Remember when we got out of the jet? I gave it to you, but you were so mad that you didn't even listen to me. Luckily, the vest saved your life," Matthew explained calmly."Oh, rig