FELIX. 'Who’s he, and where did he come from?''Perhaps he snuck in? I thought the security was good. How did someone like him get in?''He mustn’t have realized this isn’t a place for him. How dare he try to go against Jude?'Murmurs of how I’m an outcast who doesn’t belong here fill the air, and I lower my head to the ground as I try to breathe through my nose when my neck tightens."He didn’t do anything. We just got into an argument. You can let him go." I feel the men restrain their hold and I lift my eyes to Jade’s. Although she told them to let me go, her eyes aren’t soft. They’re fierce, warning of a bigger consequence if I try what I did a second time. We engage in a silent, staring challenge before she’s pulled away by her friends and the surrounding crowd quickly disperses."Felix!” One of them remains and runs to me. Sasha grabs onto my arm as she pulls me up. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what to do, and I just panicked—"Brynn wasn’t here. She’d have come forward if she w

FELIX.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.Fucking no.I just messed up.I was just looking through her profile. I swear to God; I was just checking and I don’t know how my finger slipped across the screen, and clicked on her follow button. Fuck. I’m not supposed to follow her. I have my picture on my icon and she’d be able to tell it’s me.Or not.Her followers increase a significant amount every day and since she’s rarely active on social media, she might not even check the app’s notifications. And if she does, I’d be amongst tens that follow her in a second. She won’t notice. She can’t. She shouldn’t. She mustn’t.I click my tongue as my finger just freezes on my screen, and I wonder if I should click on the button again to unfollow. I mean, since I already followed… what the fuck?I sit up, the hand towel dropping from my stomach and my brows furrow as I refresh her page again, but it brings the same stuff.Her posts are blank.Did she just… she just fucking blocked me? She saw me follow her, and sh

FELIX.Pain.Fuck. It hurts like a motherfucker.Where the fuck am I? Why can’t I move my body? Why do I feel so weak? My head hurts. So does my jaw. And my cheeks. My hands too. And my back… fuck. What’s happening?“Are you finally awake?” I hear a voice sound in the distance and I try to turn my neck, but I fucking can’t. What the fuck? “Can you hear me?” The voice comes again and I hear a door shut, followed by the sound of footsteps.Am I kidnapped right now? Chained somewhere? Why can’t I move my damn body? Not even my legs?"Felix." A head comes over my face, obstructing the sickening view of the white ceiling I’ve been forced to stare at since my eyes opened and my lips part when I recognize him. He smiles. "Hey there, kid.""Lemuel." My voice sounds so fucking small and it hurt my throat to say that. "Lem, I—" he looks concerned as he watches me struggle. I meet his eyes again after attempting to shift on my side and failing. "I can’t fucking move.""That’s normal." He says an

FELIX.I kiss her like I’ve been starved for months and really, I’ve been.Wild. Feracious. I bite her lips, pull her tongue, and inhale her mouth until Brynn can’t take it anymore and she has to push her back head, loud pants leaving her parted lips as she tries to drag air in.I press my body to her, my hands leaving to her hips as I make her sit on the leveled opening of the window. From this angle, I have to lower my head completely to meet her gaze, and the lust in hers makes my heart weak.I don’t know what she’s doing, but a shudder rolls off my shoulder when she removes one of her hands from around my neck and presses it to my cheek. It isn’t a hard press, even less of a caress, as if she’s afraid to touch my skin, but that doesn’t make my heart flutter any less when Brynn asks. "What happened to your face?" There’s a tiny cut left on my right cheekbone from the incident, but it’s almost faded and I didn’t realize she was staring hard enough at my face to notice.I grin at her.

FELIX.I haven’t messaged or called Brynn since we met in her class.I’m trying not to come off as too clingy and I’ve successfully stuck to that thought for twenty-nine hours, two minutes, and thirty seconds. It’s not as if I’m counting the hours until it doesn’t look too clingy to send a text; I just happen to always keep good track of the way I spend my time.I fall back against the sofa as I click on Jade’s I*******m profile. She’s having her birthday party tonight, and she just uploaded a video of herself on her story. She’s so close to the phone that I only see her face, but you can hear the excitement from her scream and she grins widely. No doubt Brynn will be there for her.A thought crosses my mind and my lips turn in a smirk as I stare back at the video. Jade tagged the location where she’s having the party and it’ll definitely be a private one, but we can work around that.I lock my phone and throw it on the sofa before jumping out of it to run to my room and change my clot