Chapter 2
Chapter 2
In the dim corner of the booth, Caspian and head cheerleader Juniper Collins were sitting pressed together.
Juniper was wearing a crop top and tight denim skirt tonight, making her tiny waist and long legs even more obvious.
The two of them had clearly separated themselves from everyone else.
Even their conversation looked like intimate whispering.
You could feel the intense sexual tension even through the screen.
My chest tightened uncontrollably.
Caspian had said this afternoon he wanted to hook up with her–looks like by tonight he’d already made his move.
When hit the Game time.
Juniper got dared to do guy–on–top push–ups and needed to pick a male partner.
Predictably, Caspian immediately stepped up.
Everyone started going absolutely crazy.
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Juniper blushed and obediently lay down on the couch.
Caspian positioned himself above her and knocked out dozens of push–ups in one go.
The whole time he stayed controlled, carefully avoiding touching Juniper’s body.
Until the very last one–whether he finally ran out of strength or did it on purpose.
He couldn’t hold himself up and collapsed right onto Juniper.
The crowd went absolutely wild, screaming so loud they practically brought the house down.
Both Caspian and Juniper turned even redder.
The next second, Caspian just went for it–leaned down and kissed Teagan.
The two of them went at it like nobody else existed–full–on French kissing.
It lasted a solid three minutes before they finally, reluctantly pulled apart.
During those endless three minutes, I stared at the screen without blinking, so stunned I almost forgot to breathe.
My heart felt like it was being torn apart,
I really wanted to cry, but I’d cried too much this afternoon without drinking water–I literally had no tears left.
“Ew gross, T, did you see that? They were literally swapping spit–he’s totally obsessed.”
Raya commented while turning the camera away and leaving the party.
She found a quiet corner and seriously tried to talk sense into me:
“T, don’t be mad at me, but if you didn’t see this with your own eyes, you’d never give up on him.”
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Chapter 2
My throat was dry and hoarse, the sound barely recognizable.
“Yeah, I’m not mad
It’s all my fault for being stupid for so many years.
Thinking that just because I was allowed to follow Caspian around, that spot would always be mine.
“He’s so trash–Caspian Shaw. How can he knowingly string you along for years, playing innocent while watching you fall deeper and deeper?
“You saw it clearly just now. I really hope you’ll think carefully and not let him waste another four years of college…”
“He won’t, Raya.”
I interrupted her, stating calmly.
“I won’t give myself that chance.”
“Raya, I’ve already decided–I’m coming to Miami with you for college.”
“But you have to promise to keep it secret for now.”
After saying this, to keep myself from second–guessing, I opened my laptop right in front of my phone screen.
Without any hesitation, I changed my application to University of Miami.
Raya was naturally over the moon.
She’d been begging me to apply to the same school forever.
But because early in high school, Caspian and I had made a pact to work hard together and go to his dream school, Cornell University in New York after graduation.
That’s where his beloved aerospace engineering program was.
So even though I wasn’t particularly into the cold North or that tech–heavy school, I’d spent all three years of high school working toward that goal.
After years of being neighbors, both our families were totally on board with us attending the same university.
Everyone, including me, assumed Caspian and I would naturally become a couple after turning eighteen.
And now, I couldn’t find a single reason to still go to New York.
Or rather, after today, if I kept clinging to Caspian like before.
I’d lose all respect for myself.
I just wanted to get as far away as possible. I didn’t care where–anywhere without Caspian would do.
He was going north, so I’d go south.
Sara is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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