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𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌: 𝖸/𝖭 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗉𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗑 𝖴𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝖾𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝖭𝗎. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗑-𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖠𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝖾𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝖭𝗎, 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝖦𝖯𝖴, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀?
𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌: 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 (𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗍𝖼), 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖻𝗂𝗉𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗁𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖲𝖬𝖴𝖳 (𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 (𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀), 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 (𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀), 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑 (𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝖻4 𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝗇𝗀𝗌), 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾), 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾, 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿,
𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌: 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖿𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗎𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖺, 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗉 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗌.
𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝗂 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 1𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 3𝗋𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾, 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 </3
Grand Prix University’s fraternities and sororities did not mess around—whether it came to studies, parties, or scandals. Skeletons hid in every oak closet here; nobody was ever truly safe from them.
Each year, one sorority hosted the official welcoming party for the new and returning members of Greek life, and this time, it was Delta Nu’s turn. Their home, Monte Carlo, was the crown jewel of the sorority row: a mansion draped in ivy, the marble steps gleaming even under moonlight, and its chandelier visible through the tall arched windows like a beacon of luxury. The sisters of Delta Nu had been counting down to this event for months.
The executive board sat at the top of the house’s hierarchy: Carmen, Edie, Magui, Ellie, and Y/N. Carmen, poised and sharp-tongued, the president, had secured her role through both tenure and influence. A four-year legacy makes you a campus legend. Edie, efficient vice president, handled the chaos Carmen ignored. Y/N, the organized but quietly observant secretary, made sure everything stayed running behind the scenes. Magui, poised treasurer, was the social butterfly. She was beautiful, spontaneous, and a little reckless. Ellie, the house director, kept order in the sprawling Monte Carlo mansion, a task that was nearly impossible on weekends and holidays.
Together, the five of them managed philanthropy, academics, social events, and the preservation of Delta Nu’s elite reputation.
Magui, however, thrived the most when it came to planning parties. Academics weren’t her strong suit, but when it came to budgets, venues, or event logistics, she was unstoppable. She had practically begged to manage this year’s welcome party, and Carmen, secretly relieved, handed her full control.
By mid-afternoon, the house was alive with motion. Movers carried furniture through the open doors, boyfriends hovered nearby pretending to help, and the faint hum of pop music echoed down the marble halls. Most of the girls had already moved in, their perfume and laughter lingering in every corner.
“Edie! Can you help move this couch over a little, please?” Magui called from downstairs.
The brunette came gliding down the spiral staircase in an oversized Delta Nu tee, grabbed one side of the couch, and gave it a firm push.
“Thanks, girl. I’d ask Lando, but I think he and the boys are still hauling stuff across campus,” Magui sighed, brushing hair from her face.
“It’s fine. I’m sure he and Osc are almost done,” Edie replied, returning upstairs to finish decorating her room.
Moments later, the sound of jingling keys filled the foyer. Carmen and Y/N stepped in, arms weighed down by boxes of drinks.
“Hey, Magui!” Carmen called out. “These are for tomorrow, so no sneaking anything early.” She wagged a playful finger.
“No promises!” Magui giggled, pulling her into a hug.
The girls had seen each other throughout move-in week, but none had really had a chance to breathe, laugh, or gossip properly.
“How are you and Lando?” Y/N asked casually, unloading a box. “I saw him drive by earlier.”
She didn’t mention how tense he’d looked behind the wheel, jaw tight, eyes shadowed by something unspoken.
“We’re great! Just got back from Spain a couple weeks ago—you saw my Insta post, right?” Magui beamed.
“Of course. You two looked perfect,” Y/N replied with a polite smile.
From upstairs, Edie called down, “Hey guys! I’d come help, but I’m still sorting my stuff for tomorrow. I’ll see you at dinner?”
“Yep!” Carmen answered. “Don’t stress about it.”
Dinner. Y/N had almost forgotten. Tonight’s reservation at Silver Luxe had been booked out for weeks, but Magui’s modeling connections got them a table without question. Perks of fame and charm, Y/N thought.
“Mind helping me get these in the fridge?” Carmen asked, lifting a box of High Noons.
“I could never say no to you,” Magui said with a laugh, balancing another box on her hip.
Y/N hung her keys on the wall rack—among several others belonging to McLarens, Mercedes, and BMWs. Only the best for the women of Delta Nu.
As they stacked cans in the massive kitchen fridge, Y/N glanced at the clock. “I’m going to check in with the caterer for tomorrow. Any last-minute requests?”
“Maybe fruit kabobs?” Carmen suggested. “We already have a platter, but you know people—presentation is everything.”
“Noted,” Y/N said, dialing the caterer.
An hour later, the house was quiet again. Upstairs, Y/N and Ellie were getting ready for dinner. The dress code was Little Black Dress, and naturally, every Delta Nu member looked like they’d stepped off a magazine cover.
Y/N was finishing the last curl in Ellie’s hair while Ellie lined her eyes with precision.
“Are you excited to see Kimi tomorrow? I can’t believe he’s actually enrolling here!” Y/N said.
Ellie smiled, her reflection softening. “Yeah, I haven’t seen him in a month—he was in Italy while I was stuck in Prague. Feels like forever.”
Y/N laughed. “He and George are gonna be chaos together. He’s practically raised that boy since he was seventeen.”
She clipped the curling iron off with a click. “And… done! Now cover your face, hairspray time.”
Ellie threw up her hands protectively as a mist of floral-scented spray filled the air. When she lowered them, she gasped.
“Y/N, you’re so good at this! Will you do it again for the party?”
“Of course. You look amazing!” Y/N said, grinning as Ellie hugged her.
“Let’s go see what Magui’s wearing—our reservation’s soon.”
They crossed the hall to Magui’s room, where she stood before a gold-framed mirror in a body-hugging SKIMS dress, twisting slightly to admire every angle.
“Hey, sisters!” Magui sang, spritzing perfume into the air. “Do I look snatched or what?”
“Always,” Ellie said without hesitation.
“Thanks, babes. You ready?”
“Carmen’s already in the car,” Ellie replied.
“Then I’ll meet you there,” Magui winked, selecting a purse from her collection.
Y/N and Ellie made their way down the grand staircase, heels clicking against polished marble, before sliding into Carmen’s black G-Wagon waiting outside.
Back upstairs, Magui’s phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and froze.
Her chest tightened. For a moment, she just stared, thumb hovering above the keyboard. Then she locked the screen, forcing a smile at her reflection.
“I’ll reply later,” she muttered, dropping the phone into her Chanel bag. “I’m not ruining tonight over something stupid.”
She took one last look in the mirror, straightened her dress, and left the room.
If only she knew how wrong she was.
The Silver Luxe dinner blurred into laughter, perfume, and the shimmer of too many glasses raised in too little time. By the time the girls pulled back up to Monte Carlo, the stars above Grand Prix University were hazy behind the streetlights.
Y/N was the designated driver tonight; she wanted Carmen to have one night to truly unwind after a summer of wrangling George through his internship in Italy.
“Okay, we are back home,” Y/N said, unbuckling her seatbelt. She stepped out just in time to catch Magui, who nearly toppled out of the car, giggling uncontrollably.
“Can we get another shot?” Magui slurred, words syrup-thick.
“No more liquor,” Edie mumbled from the back seat, her head tilted against the window.
“The last thing you two need is more tequila,” Y/N laughed, helping Magui upright while Carmen guided Ellie out the opposite door.
“Alright, everyone inside,” Carmen announced, her tone half-sister, half-mother-like. “Quick showers and change into pajamas. I want to play a game tonight—something fun to shake off the summer blues.”
The others groaned but obeyed.
After her own shower, Y/N slipped into her favorite matching Ralph Lauren pajama set and tied her pink Delta Nu robe around her waist. The robe carried her name embroidered in gold script across the back. Vanilla, cocoa, and fresh linen clung faintly to her skin as she padded downstairs, scrolling through messages from friends back home.
That’s when she noticed another phone lying on the couch beside a quilted Chanel bag. Magui’s phone. The screen lit up again.
Y/N hesitated, glancing around the empty room. Curiosity tugged at her. Just a peek, just to see the name, but she forced her gaze away. She knew better. Still, her stomach tightened.
She’d known Lando long before he dated Magui, back when they shared a math class freshman year. They’d been friendly then. Brief smiles, quiet jokes—but that ended the moment he and Magui became a thing. Now, they shared only polite smiles across crowded parties.
Her teeth grazed the tip of her manicured finger. What could Lando be upset about? He was always the life of every room, the first to make someone laugh. The thought of him sounding cold unsettled her more than she wanted to admit.
“Magui! Oh my gosh!” Y/N yelped as Magui’s voice startled her from behind.
“Hey, Y/N! I’m all freshened up now, mwaha…” Magui’s laugh was still slurred but softer.
“I think you left your purse and stuff down here,” Y/N said, gesturing to the couch.
“Oh right, thanks!” Magui grabbed the items and unlocked her phone. In the reflection of the dark TV, Y/N saw her face drain of color. Magui stared at the screen, swallowed hard, and then turned it off quickly, walking upstairs without another word.
Y/N exhaled, the silence humming around her. Maybe they just argued, she reasoned. Perfect couples fight too. Still, something about Magui’s expression lingered.
To distract herself, Y/N texted Oscar—Edie’s brother and one of the few guys on campus she actually trusted. He and Lando were both Sigma Chi brothers, so if anyone knew what was going on, it would be him.
Moments later, the rest of the girls trickled in. Carmen carried bottles of sparkling water to help them sober up, and Edie arrived with a stack of board games.
“Are you guys ready to play?” Carmen grinned.
“Hell yeah!” Magui said with renewed energy.
An hour of Candy Land, Monopoly, and Spoons followed, full of laughter and playful cheating. Then Ellie clapped her hands. “Let’s do something classic—Truth or Dare? Never Have I Ever? Feels like old times.”
“Never Have I Ever!” Carmen decided.
“Alright,” Ellie began, giggling. “Never have I ever gone to the wrong side of a football game.”
Y/N and Edie raised their hands at once. “We were maybe a little high,” Edie confessed, and everyone erupted into laughter.
The questions rolled on until Carmen, smirking, asked, “Never have I ever cheated on my partner.”
The laughter stopped cold. Then Magui, slowly, lifted her hand.
Y/N froze. Oh. So maybe that text from Lando wasn’t about nothing after all.
“You’re kidding,” Ellie whispered.
“Okay, okay, calm down,” Magui said quickly. “It was ages ago, in secondary school. I didn’t have the heart to break up with him. He was too nice.”
Carmen arched her brow. “And Lando isn’t?”
“He is!” Magui said. “But sometimes he gets distant—when I go out, or when I do photoshoots with other guys. You know, like my swimwear line.” Her eyes flickered, uneasy, before she forced a smile. “But we’re fine! We always work it out.”
The others relaxed, but Y/N didn’t. Magui’s reassurance felt practiced. Too smooth.
Eventually Carmen stretched and stood. “Big day tomorrow, girls. Eight hours of sleep, minimum.”
“Night!” echoed through the halls as everyone drifted off.
Y/N lay awake beneath the chandelier, the room quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside. She wanted to believe Magui’s story, wanted to believe Lando’s text was harmless. But deep down, she knew how much of Delta Nu’s perfection was a mix of illusion and loyalty.
Maybe she was overthinking. Maybe not.
The next morning came slow and golden through the sheer curtains.
I slept in a little longer; the house was peaceful except for Edie and Magui’s synchronized snoring upstairs. My phone buzzed faintly beneath the pillow—Oscar had replied. I’d forgotten to turn off Do Not Disturb.
I added “Lunch with Oscar” to my calendar and forced myself out of bed, already missing the warmth of the blankets. After dressing—leggings, a cut GPU tee, the usual—I gathered my toiletries and nearly bumped into Magui in the hallway.
“Morning, Magui,” I mumbled.
“Morning! Did you just wake up?”
“Been up a little,” I said, adjusting the spaghetti strap sliding off her shoulder. “Did you need the bathroom? I’m about to shower.”
“Nope, all yours. I’m heading out for a run.”
“Have fun,” I said, smiling as she vanished down the hall.
The bathroom still smelled like last night’s perfume and hairspray. I showered, did my skincare, and tied my hair back. The Silverstone summer sun was ruthless, so I added sunscreen, a spritz of my usual sweet perfume, and light lip gloss before slipping on my sandals.
A car horn honked outside—Oscar.
I grabbed my keys and hurried down, waving as he stepped out to open the door for me. His cologne—mahogany and citrus—hit me with instant nostalgia. He smiled, eyes soft.
“You doing alright this morning, Y/N?”
“Same. Did you text Lando?”
“No, figured he’d ignore me too,” I said, half-joking.
Oscar smirked. “Try it. He answers you faster than he does anyone else.”
I bit my lip but unlocked my phone anyway. Hey, Lando. Can you give me a call when you’re free? I considered adding a heart, or miss you, but deleted both. The last thing I needed was Magui thinking anything unusual was going on.
The reply came almost instantly.
“Told ya,” Oscar muttered, glancing over with a grin.
I hit the call button anyway.
“...Lando?” I said when he picked up almost immediately.
“Y/N,” came the familiar, warm-yet-strained voice through the line.
“Sorry for calling out of the blue. Just wanted to check in. Oscar said you weren’t doing great.”
“Oh, did he now?” That teasing edge again, the one that used to make me forget my place in class.
“You are alright though, yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah. You just sounded nervous,” he said, amused. “Like a kicked pup.”
I laughed awkwardly. “Just my text tone scared me.”
He chuckled. “See you tonight, right? Big party at Monte Carlo?”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” I said softly before hanging up.
Oscar raised a brow. “Who scared you, then?”
“Magui,” I said. “And my ex.”
“What a combo,” he muttered. “What’d he say?”
“Just ‘hey.’” I sighed. “What do I even reply?”
“Nothing,” Oscar said firmly. “Let him keep wondering.”
I smiled, grateful for his certainty.
He filled the car with gas while I checked my phone again. A text from Magui:
Hey love! Mind picking up a couple Heinekens for tonight? Love you x
“Guess we’re stopping at the store,” I said. “But how did she know I left?”
He nodded. “Probably saw you left or something, your Life360 still on?”
“Oh, right.” I forced a laugh. “Forgot about that.”
Oscar’s voice softened. “It’ll be fine, Y/N. Magui’s not out to get you—or you and Lando. Trust me.”
His hand rested lightly on my knee. I looked down, then met his eyes. Something unspoken passed between us. It was warm, confusing, gentle.
When we parked, he stepped out and opened my door, his movements calm and deliberate. As I climbed out, he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.
“I hope that was okay,” he said quietly.
I nodded, heart fluttering, unsure why.
Inside the café, sunlight spilled across the small tables. We ordered breakfast, and my phone buzzed again—Magui.
Hey again, N/N, remember Max from math class two years ago?
Eh, kinda? Show me a pic.
She sent a screenshot. Max Verstappen. That Max.
He said he wants to talk to you tonight 👀 thinks you’re cute 😉
Stop, I typed, laughing to myself.
Oscar glanced up. “Something funny, Ms. L/N?”
“Just Magui being Magui. Apparently Max wants to talk to me at the party.”
“Verstappen? From Tau Kappa Epsilon?” he said, tone flat.
“What about him?” I asked, tilting my head.
“Nothing,” he said quickly, with a hint of edge in his tone. “I just didn’t expect that.”
I wanted to ask more, but the server arrived with our food, and the moment slipped away.
Later, I picked up the beers while Oscar got gas next door. When I asked again, “What is it with Max you don’t like?” he just shook his head.
“Nothing, Y/N. Now come on, let’s get you home.” His voice sounded slightly angry and lower, not sure why.
The drive back was quiet, thick with something unsaid. I thanked him at the gate, guilt prickling in my chest. I hated when people were mad at me, and I couldn’t tell if he was.
I almost turned back to apologize—but instead, I grabbed the beers and stepped inside Monte Carlo, the house bright and still, a pit forming slowly in my stomach.
It was three hours until the welcoming party, and every other sorority sister had been decorating the entire house since sunrise. They’d “saved time” by doing hair and makeup instead of lunch, something I insisted we had people for, but their excitement was contagious, so I didn’t argue.
I stepped out of the shower, went through my usual body-care routine, and slid into baggy jeans and my Delta Nu tee. Every girl had one: a soft baby pink shirt with “ΔΝ” embroidered on the front. How each girl wore it was up to her. Ellie and I snipped the neckline. Edie had cut the back so the holes spelled “DELTA NU,” Magui cropped hers and went XS, and Carmen wore hers untouched, effortless as always.
Next, I styled my hair, making sure it wouldn’t budge or frizz. I added my signature necklace and slid the Delta Nu executive ring onto my finger, the gold shank catching the light as I admired the pink ΔΝ at its center. Makeup done, lips glossed, I was ready—until a knock sounded at my door.
“Come in,” I called, switching off my vanity light.
“Mind if I sit on your bed? Ellie’s taking pictures in my room.”
“Be my guest.” I welcomed Edie in.
“So… you and my brother,” Edie said casually, like she’d dropped a bomb I wasn’t ready for.
My eyes widened. “Where did you get that from?”
“I’m not stupid, Y/N,” she said, scoffing. “I’ve seen it from both sides. Mention you, his ears turn pink. Mention him, and you… freeze.” She chuckled again.
“Do you hate me?” I teased, pulling the face of a kid denied a lolly.
“Never,” she said, fully serious. “I want you guys together. I can see it. You’d be perfect. And if the day ever comes…” Her voice trailed. “You could be my sister-in-law,” she said, squeezing my hands.
“Not at all. I might nudge him a little, subtly—I’m a great matchmaker, trust me.”
I smiled and hugged her waist, feeling her chin rest on my head. “Now come on, we have to set up the food and drinks.”
We moved through coolers, welcome bags, and endless trays, the other girls pitching in seamlessly. All board members were present except Carmen and Magui. Carmen was coordinating with George, so she was accounted for. Magui, though, was nowhere to be found. I checked my phone: Sephora. Probably a final touch to her routine. Her car remained outside, so maybe Lando had driven her.
Well, if Lando was texting me, who was Magui with? She wouldn’t shop with anyone else besides the girls and Lando. I bit my lip, setting the phone down. Asking him now would seem suspicious. I focused on helping Edie instead.
A “vroom” echoed from the driveway, and Magui arrived, five shopping bags in tow.
“Hey, girls! Sorry, last-minute shopping with Lando. Miss me?”
“It’s fine. We’re almost done anyway,” Ellie called from the living room. “Go get ready! Photographer’s coming.”
“Right! Quick change and hair touch-up,” Magui replied, zipping upstairs. I barely batted an eye. Magui shopped like no other, but even for her, that seemed excessive on short notice. Edie raised a brow; I could tell she was thinking the same.
An hour until the party, I freshened up one last time when the doorbell rang. I carefully descended the stairs, untied shoelace threatening to betray me.
I opened the door to see Oscar.
“Hi,” he said quietly, avoiding my gaze.
“I know I’m early, but can I—”
Edie appeared behind me, smirking. “I told him to come—get in.”
I stepped aside, glancing at Edie. She winked and strolled back to the porch.
Oscar lingered, eyes steady on me. “I’m sorry about yesterday. Don’t think you did anything wrong.”
I softened, touching his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Osc. I understand. Let’s forget about it.”
He nodded. “What were you doing before I came?”
“Just getting ready—half of GPU will be here soon. Come with me.” I linked his arm and led him upstairs.
He sank into my vanity chair.
“Oscar,” I giggled, “you’re sitting where I fix my, well, everything.”
Instead, he pulled me onto his lap, nudging my legs forward. “Now you’re good. Carry on.”
Cheeks warming, I re-curled my lashes, concentrating as he rested his head in the crook of my neck, gently rubbing my free hand.
I whispered a quick “sorry” and hopped off him. Opening the door, her signature perfume hit me like a wave. It was heavier this time though, like when we would cover up our scent after a little blunt rotation.
“Photographers are here!” she grinned, waving at Oscar before stepping aside. He took the hint, following me downstairs.
The Delta Nu girls were being arranged by the photographers. I took my place in the front row, Carmen and Magui to my right, Ellie and Edie to my left. General members formed a semicircle behind us.
“Ah, finally, Ms. L/N! Front and bend your knees a little,” a photographer instructed.
I obliged, smiling for five different cameras as the pink-and-orange sunset amplified the scene. Once Magui inspected and signed off on the shots, she sent the photographers off before leading everyone inside.
Oscar leaned against the doorframe, ignoring everyone else. I approached, and he slid an arm around me, leading me to the kitchen. He handed me a bottle of Maison Perrier. “To ease nerves. Not giving you alcohol now—you’ll earn your worth tonight.”
“Right,” I laughed, “Magui’s gonna want to get wasted. Can’t let her do it alone.” I sipped, watching cars pull into the busy Greek Row.
Carmen opened the doors, ready to greet 300+ guests. “Aren’t you glad we have one of the bigger houses?” Ellie asked.
“Sometimes,” Carmen sighed, poker face on.
Edie leaned over. “Is that Miss Piquet?” The young mathematics teacher at GPU, infamous for her beauty and unpopular teaching style.
“Why is she here?” I asked.
“Who knows. But she’s usually got the goods. Call her Kelly.”
I reached for my phone to text Lando, just as Oscar wrapped his arms around me. I yelped. “Hi.”
“Carmen wants you—Phi Gamma Delta dudes,” he whispered.
“I’ll see you after,” I said, breaking from him and sending Lando a quick message, putting my phone on DND.
The party kicked off as the sun set. Executive members on the curled stairs with champagne in hand:
“Tonight is the night new bonds happen,” Carmen said.
“Tonight is when we find ourselves,” Edie and Ellie added.
“Tonight we step into a new chapter,” I said.
“And tonight we get wasted!” Magui yelled, chugging. Glasses clinked, lights on, music blasting.
Everyone cheered and sipped on their drink before lights were hit, and music blasted from JBLs. I danced with Magui and took shots with her.
I'm not a heavy drinker, but tonight called for celebration and to make new memories and friends. I completely forgot to check if Lando texted me back. "O, Oh my gosh, I totally forgot, I have to re-introduce you to Max!" Magui yelled, trying to make sure I heard her over the loud music.
"Oh yeah!" I laughed. I didn't tell Magui about me and Oscar's awkward whatever it was. Relationship? Situationship? Friends with benefits? Not even sure. Oscar never said otherwise, so I just believed we were friends who just cared a little more. "C'mon," she yelled again. "Let's go find him." She dragged my arm, and I nearly let my drink slip from my hands. She pulled me through a crowd of dancers and people making out. I'm deep cleaning all tomorrow.
After 2 minutes of searching, we found him. "Hey Max!" Magui greeted. "Hey." "This is Y/N! You remember her from math, yeah?"
"Well, I'll leave you two alone." She giggled. "Let me know if you want anything else."
She said as she raised her eyebrows and pretended to hold a joint in between her hands.
"So you're the secretary again this year?"
"Yeah, haha, I guess they liked me enough last year. Freshman year was a different story."
"That's nice. I'm president of Tau Kappa Epsilon." Max said as he took a sip of his Corona.
"Oh yeah? I knew you were in it, but didn't know you were president." Doing the same as him. I could feel someone in my peripheral. I knew it was a man, a slightly tall one at that. But I couldn't make it out.
"Was told yesterday. I have no idea what to do at all. I just ran because I was bored."
Well, that wasn't cocky at all. But I knew Max was like that; he's good, and he knows he's good. He was ranked #1 in our math class and also #1 on the ice. He was the team captain of the hockey team for two years in a row, and I expect it to be a third this year.
"How lucky," I replied with a smile.
"Want to dance?" Max asked.
"My pleasure," I said as he took my hand and guided me closer to the music. I closed my eyes, letting my body slide and flow with the rhythm.
The alcohol and the sheer thrill of being back at GPU helped me shed my thin shell. I let the music consume me, swaying closer to Max, my body moving in sync with his. The warmth of his hand in mine sent shivers down my spine as we danced, laughter spilling between us. I continued to lose myself in the rhythm until I collided with someone solid.
I stumbled back, instinctively raising my hands. "Oh! Sorry!" I gasped, eyes shooting up and froze. Oscar. My stomach knotted, and I knew instantly I was in trouble. Panic spiked. "Max, I’ll be right back!" I called over my shoulder, heart hammering, as Oscar took my arm and guided me away.
"A-alright then!" Max shouted, grinning, oblivious to the tension tightening around me.
Oscar led me to a quieter corner, the thrum of bass still reverberating around us. He stopped abruptly, closing the space between us. His gaze pinned me, brows furrowed, eyes sharp as if he caught me in the middle of a crime. "What was that?" His voice was low, dangerous.
"What? Magui dragged me over to him," I mumbled, my gaze dropping to my feet. My shoe nudged across the hardwood nervously.
"Right," he muttered, voice edged. "Because me being upset yesterday wasn’t enough for you."
Before he could continue, the room exploded into chaos. Flashing lights splintered the dance floor, and the music screeched to a halt. Lando. His presence demanded that the crowd part like the Red Sea. Oscar and I exchanged a confused glance, unable to process why he had chosen this exact moment to appear.
My eyes flicked to the corner, and my heart sank. Magui was pressed against another guy, lips locked in a brazen kiss.
"What the fuck, Magui?" Lando’s voice cracked like a whip.
She yanked the guy back, hands shoving him away from where they didn’t belong. "Lan, I—" She started, but he cut her off before she could reach us.
"Don’t 'Lan' me." His tone was sharp, deadly. "I found out what you’ve been doing for the past three months the other night. Seriously? What did I do to deserve this?"
"Lando, please, let me explain," Magui pleaded, desperation coating her words.
"Nah," he said coldly, his jaw tight. "I’m done with this, and I’m done with you. I already gave you another chance at the beginning."
The crowd instinctively parted as he turned and strode away, the echo of his footsteps leaving a vacuum of silence. She lunged after him, but Carmen’s gasp and George’s dramatic “Ooo, drama,” cut through the tension. Carmen’s face mirrored a mix of horror and disbelief, while George simply flourished in his observation. He was such a gossiper. Carmen, meanwhile, teetered on the edge of tears—not for the couple, but because their meltdown had shredded the carefully constructed atmosphere of the party.
Edie darted across the room, flicking off the lights and instructing Ellie to restart the music. The party surged back to life, but Delta Nu and Sigma Chi were in disarray.
Magui’s heels clacked against the concrete as she chased after Lando, ears ringing, heart racing. "Lando, please, can you just wait a second?" She stumbled slightly but caught her balance as he stopped, waiting silently.
"This has been going on far too long," he said quietly, tension radiating off him. "I know everything about him, too."
"The guy inside?" she asked, breath hitching.
"No, Joao. Seriously, another dude from a different university? I looked him up. I know everything."
Joao—a highly ranked football player at Al-Nassr University, already notorious as a sophomore—flashed in her mind. Magui froze, her relationship replaying in sharp, painful snapshots. During a holiday weekend, she and Lando had traveled to her home country, Portugal.
It was strictly forbidden for anyone other than the team and models to be there, so Lando stayed in the hotel for most of the day, pacing slightly, the neon lights of the city outside casting long shadows across the room. Magui texted him, apologizing that she was out with friends and couldn’t make it back to the hotel, but she was safe at a friend’s place. Lando didn’t overthink it—he knew her friends, knew how much of her world they occupied, and trusted her enough to wish her a good night. Weekend trips to Portugal became almost routine, and Lando didn’t bat an eye; he understood the demands of her modeling career, the early mornings, the endless shoots, the way she lived a life that was always on display.
A couple weeks ago, while in Spain, Magui had returned after a long night of clubbing, her hair damp, perfume faintly clinging to her neck, and had left her phone carelessly on the nightstand. It immediately buzzed with notifications from “Joana.” Lando peeked, careful not to overstep any boundaries. The messages were playful, flirty, casual even—but he trusted Magui. Or at least he wanted to.
That trust began to fracture two nights before the party. While she slept, he hesitated, heart pounding, then picked up her phone. Lately, she had seemed distant, defensive even, whenever he was around, and it gnawed at him. He scrolled through Joana’s texts again and froze at pictures he didn’t like—pictures of a closeness that made his chest tighten, a warmth that wasn’t meant for him. Shaking, he took at least twenty photos, each one a record, before checking her Instagram. Searching “Jo,” a @joaoffelixx popped up immediately. Every post, highlight, story liked. Their DMs were filled with sexts, playful kissy emojis, flirty remarks that made his stomach twist. Lando’s jaw tightened; it hurt too much, holding back tears in the quiet of the hotel room, careful not to wake her.
Scrolling further, he saw Y/N’s name. The message was in Brazilian Portuguese. He translated: “Can you believe Lando used to like her?” accompanied by a picture of you from an Instagram post. Another read: “She’s not as beautiful as you, baby xx.” And another: “LOL, she’s the secretary this year. Can’t believe it. I’m so glad I took him away from her a year ago. He was obsessed.” Lando’s heart throbbed painfully. He knew the messages were old, that people changed, but Y/N—you—were the sweetest girl he’d ever known. He wished he could go back, rewind everything, and choose you instead.
“Psst. Hey, you.” Lando whispered, careful that Professor Piquet wouldn’t hear. I looked up, startled.
“I read your stats from secondary school. Smart cookie, you are,” he said with a crooked smile, the kind that made my stomach flutter.
“Thanks.” I giggled softly, heart beating a little faster than usual.
“Do you want to maybe help me with the homework later?”
“And why would I do that?” I asked, arching an eyebrow with a playful smirk.
“Because you’re a smart cookie, and nice enough to help boys who can’t do math. I’ll treat you to a latte after.”
“Now that I can’t turn down. See you after class..?”
“Lando..” I repeated, smiling, then turned back to my notebook. I wrote my number on a sticky note and slid it over when the professor was distracted. Lando tucked it into his sweatshirt pocket, a sly, satisfied smile tugging at his lips.
After class, we actually solved the homework together, our fingers occasionally brushing over pages, laughter spilling between us, and grabbed some ridiculously good lattes afterward. It became a routine: I tutored him, he bought me drinks, or chauffeured me in his obnoxiously neon-green car. As general members of Delta Nu, our responsibilities were minimal, our lives lighter, our connection effortless. We were inseparable. People assumed we were dating, and we didn’t correct them—well, I didn’t. Most of the time, Lando laughed it off, a little slow to admit the obvious. I never realized how deep his feelings ran, how much weight he put on every word, every glance, every second spent together.
Then Magui arrived. She transferred mid-year, immediately enrolled in Delta Nu, stunning, confident, and impossibly magnetic. Another member mentioned she modeled professionally; I envied her effortless elegance, the way heads turned when she entered a room. She was fresh meat—but Lando was the one getting devoured. They hit it off instantly, chemistry crackling in the air between them like static. One date turned into three, Snapchat stories mentioning him became constant, and my texts went hours without reply. The hint was clear, sharp as a knife.
She was my sorority sister, and loyalty meant everything to me. I backed off, protecting myself from further damage, humiliation, and heartbreak I had already endured. I decided—if I couldn’t be friends with Lando, I could at least be friends with his girlfriend. Magui and I, despite initial tension, found common ground. We lived together, shared experiences, late-night talks, dorm room confessions. Over time, we became inseparable. By sophomore year, we both earned spots on Delta Nu’s executive board. Lando and I drifted apart, but Magui and I only grew closer, our bond unbreakable. She became my other half, the sister I never knew I needed, the constant I could count on amid the chaos of college life.
Now that I was in bed, I went to Instagram, my thumb hovering over Max’s profile. It wasn’t hard to find thanks to Magui, however he was practically impossible to miss on campus, always in the right place at the right time. My thumb lingered above the follow button, a mix of hesitation and anticipation tightening in my chest. Then, with a quick tap, I followed him and swiped away, heart racing.
About two minutes later, my phone buzzed. max.vstppen started following you.
Heat rose to my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and excitement. One of the most infamous frat boys at GPU—Max—was following me. My mind spun. Should I DM him? But no, he made the first move.
I smiled, slipping my phone next to my pillow, and decided to mark the party in my calendar. It felt good to have something on the schedule tomorrow, something that wasn’t cleaning up last night’s chaos. Closing my eyes, I let the exhaustion take over and drifted into sleep.
Sunlight beamed through the blinds, warm and almost cruel against my hangover head. I groaned, swinging my legs out of bed, and stumbled to the bathroom to brush my teeth. It was already 10:00, and I assumed everyone else had returned home. My phone buzzed as I brushed, Delta Nu’s Exe Group chat lighting up the screen.
Carmen - Meeting in 10. Urgent. Living room.
I sighed, spitting out toothpaste and rinsing quickly. A thumbs-up was all I could manage before throwing on my pink robe and pulling my hair into a loose ponytail. Tea seemed like a necessity to soothe my throat, to calm the storm of last night’s adrenaline, and to stave off the headache threatening to split my skull.
The living room was a scene of slow-motion recovery. Ellie was half-awake, head on Edie’s shoulder as she yawned. Magui was curled tightly into a ball on the other side of the couch, her knees pulled up, mascara still streaking her cheeks. We all sensed Carmen’s approach before we heard her.
“Good morning, girls,” she said, her tone passive-aggressive, perfectly calibrated to make us squirm.
“Morning, Carmen,” we replied in unison, our voices small and sheepish.
“So, who wants to tell me about what happened last night?”
Eyes instinctively flicked to Magui. She lifted her head slowly from her knees, her face set in a "I am in deep shit” expression.
“I didn’t even mean it! The alcohol took over. I sw—”
“Magui, that’s no excuse,” Carmen interrupted sharply. Her voice cut through the room, authoritative and piercing. “I’m not saying it’s all you, but you embarrassed us. The house name and our reputation is on the line. Lando didn’t help, either. Loyalty in Delta Nu isn’t just about sisters, it’s about bonds outside the house too.”
If Carmen were my mother, I’d be terrified. Magui whimpered, voice cracking, “What do you want me to do, Carmen? I can’t turn back time. I already lost him.”
In truth, Magui didn’t care that much about losing Lando. Her panic was about perception, reputation, and control—how she looked to everyone around her. Her thoughts raced: modeling team, followers, money, influence. Lando was just another accessory in her carefully curated world.
“We still have another week before school starts,” Carmen continued, her voice heavy but steady. “Recharge, girls. After cleaning the house today, go home, a vacation house, stay with your boyfriends—anything. We all need space. Then we’ll regroup and figure out how to fix this.”
Edie gently shook Ellie awake, forcing her to move and start changing into clothes fit for cleaning. I passed Magui and rested my hand on her shoulder, feeling the tension in her frame.
“It’ll be okay,” I said softly, confidently. “Go back to Portugal for a little. Take your mind off things. We’re upperclassmen now—we’ve got this.”
Magui gave me a weak smile, eyes still baggy and red. “Thanks, Y/N,” she whispered.
I went upstairs, changing into a big tee and shorts, practical for the mess Monte Carlo was about to endure. Spills, sticky floors, and chaos awaited. But for now, there was a fragile sense of calm, a momentary pause before we dived back into the storm of cleaning, gossip, and reputation repair.
After a long day of wiping counters, mopping up god-knows-what, and smelling like industrial-strength bleach, Delta Nu’s Monte Carlo finally resembled a home again. Ish. Sure, the floors gleamed and the surfaces shined, but beneath it all, the house remained riddled with secrets, lies, and halfhearted loyalty.
Thank goodness the cleaning was over. My lungs probably had more Clorox in them than oxygen at this point. I asked Ellie to take out the trash while I dumped the mop water down the toilet, grimacing at the unknown cocktail of liquids that had been spilled across the floors. My phone buzzed in my back pocket, pulling me out of my disgusted trance. Setting down the bucket and peeling off a glove, I checked the screen.
I smiled immediately. These boots? Totally worth it. I knew one day that price tag was worth it, and today was that day.
I shot Carmen a text to make sure all executive duties were handled.
“Hey Carmen, the house is clean and the waste is disposed of. Need anything else? Dying for a quick nap 😩”
“Everything’s good, girl. Enjoy your nap. Ellie, and I are heading out with George and Kimi. 🩵”
Her hearted message made me grin. I slipped my phone back into my pocket and trudged upstairs to change back into my robe, relishing the quiet comfort of being out of cleaning clothes. I set a timer for 4:00 p.m., giving myself a few hours to run errands before I left for New York next week. Honestly, I may have taken Carmen’s “recharge” advice a little too seriously.
A solid nap worked wonders. When I woke, I felt like I could take on the world—or at least survive errands without cursing. I cleaned up, swapped into jean shorts and a baby-doll top, did a quick skincare routine, and grabbed my keys.
I wanted to text Lando—to check in, make sure he was okay—but Magui’s drama still hung over me like a storm cloud. Lando probably hated me right now for being friends with her while everything went down. I decided silence was safer.
While driving, my phone buzzed violently. I ignored it. Surely, it wasn’t urgent. Pulling into a gas station, I finally glanced down.
I rolled my eyes. Oh, of course. The guy wanted to talk now, after giving me the silent treatment for daring to interact with other humans last night? Oscar was petty. Fine. I could play that game too. I deleted the notification and tossed my phone onto the passenger seat. Let his mind wander.
After errands, I returned home. The house was eerily quiet; none of the executive members had returned. Edie was at the skate park, Magui at the mall, probably drowning herself in retail therapy. I restocked the pantry and fridge, making sure snacks and fresh veggies were abundant. By 6:45 p.m., I was ready to start preparing for the evening.
Upstairs, I laid out my outfit for tonight: cowboy boots, a bandana top, white jean shorts, and the cowboy hat I snagged in Texas a couple of years ago. Another everything shower later—my body slick and scented with my favorite perfume—I felt unstoppable. 7:50 p.m., I descended into the foyer, scanning Life360 for anyone who had returned. Still empty. Perfect. A long day of cleaning deserved a long evening of peace.
Then my phone buzzed again. I assumed Max, but it wasn’t.
Y/N? You can’t be ignoring me.
Oh, I can, Oscar Piastri. I can.
A loud engine outside made my pulse quicken. Max. I paused my location on FindMy for twelve hours—angsty frat boys didn’t need to know my whereabouts tonight. I waved goodbye to another sister before stepping into his custom-made Ford Mustang. Money, influence, and charm—he had it all.
“Hey, girly,” Max greeted, a grin spreading across his face.
“Hey,” I replied, adjusting my cowboy hat.
“Well, thanks, partner,” I drawled in a playful country accent.
He sped off like he was racing the wind, Greek Row houses blurring past. Soon, we arrived at Tau Kappa Epsilon’s frat house: a sprawling estate, big enough for 250 people if you counted every inch of lawn. Max jumped out, opening my door and grabbing my hand to steady me against my boots.
“Are you changing into your real cowboy attire soon?” I laughed.
"You know it, sugar." He said in a country accent.
We walked up to the house, and I greeted Yuki Tsunoda. He was in my science class this year, a smart one indeed. He was kinda silly too. Sometimes he would let me try some of his food from his culinary period before class started.
He waved back with a smile, and Max gave me a tour of the house as the rest of his brothers finished decorating and setting up drinks.
" Lando. You gotta come out of your room at one point, dude."
"Cmon, please. We're all worried about you. At least let me come in."
Oscar opened the door and sat next to Lando on the bed. He was wrapped up in blankets like a burrito and had "The Notebook" on. The blinds were shut, and the only light was emitted from the TV.
"Okay, first," Oscar started. "I'm turning this off. This is the last thing you need to be watching."
"This used to be me and Magui's movie. Now I realize why." He sniffled.
Oscar opened his blinds, and Lando hissed as if he were a vampire. He pulled the blanket over his head and turned onto his pillow.
"Cmon, Lan. You can't mope forever."
"Yes, I can and I will," Lando mumbled.
"What if I told you there's a party at Tau Kappa Epsilon tonight.. Yuki's hostinggg." Oscar said in a sing-songy tone.
Lando turned back around, and Oscar lifted a brow with a smile.
"Yuki is hosting you, say.. Food?"
"Most likely. The theme is Cowboys and cowgirls. You can finally bust out that shirt you've been saving." Oscar winks.
"Is Y/N coming?" Lando asks. She hasn't left his mind since the breakup. He misses her more than he misses Magui, but he would never admit that.
Last night, he flipped through their yearbook and looked at her picture. Perfect smile, perfect hair, perfect everything. He looked at the superlatives section and saw his and her photo. "Most likely to marry." Tears welled in his bright sea-green eyes.
"She hasn't replied to me all day, and she wasn't happy with me last night. I doubt she's in the mood for partying. Will you still come for Yuki and me at least?"
"Fineeuhh.." Lando groaned as he got out of bed.
Oscar was happy he could cheer his friend up a little, but he was still worried about Y/N. "Maybe space is what she needed", he thought. He wasn't completely wrong; she needed space, but not from certain people.
Lando turned back around, Oscar arching a brow with a sly smile, sensing the perfect storm of brooding and frustration in his friend. Meanwhile, across campus..
Max led me upstairs, past the thrumming bass and laughter of the party, to his bedroom. It was impossibly spacious, filled with sleek car posters, racing memorabilia, and a few high-end gadgets strewn across the surfaces.
“You like cars, don’t you?” I asked, glancing around, my eyes lighting up.
“What gave it away?” Max laughed, a low, confident sound, before casually peeling off his shirt.
I froze mid-breath, eyes darting away to give him privacy. I wasn’t about to make him uncomfortable—he deserved some modesty amidst the chaos of the night.
“You don’t have to look away, Y/N,” he said, his voice teasing, “I don’t mind.”
I swallowed, my gaze slowly returning to his face, careful to avoid his well-sculpted torso. My heart picked up its pace, though I tried to distract myself.
“So… what are you gonna wear on top?” I asked, nodding toward his closet, trying to keep my voice casual.
“Not a clue. Wanna help?” Max’s smirk made my stomach flip. “I know you’re good with this stuff.” He looked me up and down with an intensity that made me grin.
I laughed softly. “Sure. Lead the way.”
I walked to the closet, fingers gliding over hangers, the scent of his cologne faint but intoxicating in the air. He moved behind me, and I could feel his presence, a magnetic pull that made me aware of every brush of air between us. I reached for a shirt on the top shelf, but it was just out of my reach.
Without a word, Max placed a hand on my shoulder for balance and with his other, snagged the shirt, handing it to me effortlessly.
“What do you think about this one?” He asked, his hands lingering briefly on mine. It was a navy blue long-sleeved flannel, casual yet classic.
“Perfect,” I said, glancing over my shoulder at him. “Are you wearing anything under the flannel, or are you like every other frat boy here?” I teased, my voice playful.
“Unfortunately, the latter,” he laughed, slipping into the shirt with practiced ease, pulling on his boots and topping it with his cowboy hat.
“Oo, matchy-matchy,” I giggled, adjusting my hat just so.
“Of course. Get a drink with me, m’lady?” he said, sliding his arm through mine in that ridiculous country accent again. I feared it might echo all night.
“Can’t refuse that,” I replied, smiling brightly as I took his arm.
Across town, Lando was suiting up. Dark, scruffed denim jeans, a compression-fit t-shirt reading Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy. Frat-boy essential. Oscar shook his head with a laugh.
“Got an extra?” he asked, half in disbelief.
“Nope, but I have this,” Lando said, rifling through his closet. He tossed a crisp white tee at Oscar. Printed on it: White Monster with two arrows—one pointing up, one down.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Oscar muttered, astonished.
“Not at all,” Lando winked, a gleam of mischief in his sea-green eyes. “We all know it’s true.” Oscar caught the shirt, holding it in mock judgment.
“Do I have to wear this?” he asked, arms crossed, lip curled.
“If you want me to make it to the party, yeah,” Lando said, grinning. It was worth seeing the subtle light return to his friend’s face.
Both boys donned borrowed cowboy hats from another Sigma Chi brother, looking every bit the part.
“Who’s DD tonight?” Lando asked, amusement in his tone.
“No point asking,” Oscar replied, rolling his eyes. “Just get in the passenger seat.” Despite the tone, his loyalty was unwavering. Family, School, his friends—they were everything to him. He’d do anything for them, and he did.
With pregame music filling the car, they belted out a string of 2016 hits, laughter bouncing off the walls until Stavelot came into view. The party was in full swing, lights flashing, music pulsing from the DJ booth, creating the perfect, chaotic energy.
Inside, Lando and Oscar made their way to the drinks. Lando grabbed a Bud Light, Oscar a soda water with lime.
“Cheers to being a free man. Better off without her,” Lando shouted over the music, raising his bottle.
“Cheers,” Oscar echoed, both knowing the words were hollow. They weren’t free. Not really. They were tethered—by a girl who had mastered the game, who held them in a delicate, impossible sway.
They drank, letting the drinks weigh down their worries, attempting to bury feelings deeper than any frat party could reach.
As the night pressed on, music louder, conversations slurred, more heads swirled around them. Lando did body shots with the brothers while Oscar danced, lost in movement. Then, Oscar’s eyes caught something, someone, an unmistakable figure.
A girl, height and hair matching Y/N, moving with reckless abandon, fully alive in the beat. Behind her, Max. His grin wide, his presence magnetic.
Oscar blinked, refusing to believe it. Y/N here? After last night? But she was.
Dancing like the world was hers. Dancing like Max would let her take over, and she did—with every laugh, every sway of her hips, every bold step. And Oscar knew, even from across the room, that she belonged in that chaos, that she thrived there and Max was letting her.
Oscar looked away, jaw tight, trying not to get distracted while Lando crowd-surfed like a king atop the crowd of laughing frat boys. But no matter how hard he tried, the thought wouldn’t leave his mind. She was here. She had to be.
When Lando finally reached the end of the crowd, whooping and grinning like nothing in the world could touch him, Oscar pulled him aside, shoulder tapping his friend. “You think that’s her?” he asked, nodding toward a cluster near the pool where a familiar silhouette moved.
Lando squinted, shaking his head. “Nah, it can’t be!”
“It looks exactly like her, though,” Oscar pressed, anxiety tightening his chest.
“Oscar, you’re overthinking it! C’mon, they’re playing cup pong by the pool,” Lando insisted, waving a hand and forcing a laugh.
Oscar bit his lip, heart hammering. “Alright… fine,” he muttered, deciding to trust Lando’s gut—for now.
Meanwhile, Y/N had excused herself from Max, muttering that she’d be right back as she headed for the fridge. She grabbed a glass and filled it with cold water, the condensation beading on the sides. Every sip quenched her thirst and eased the fog in her mind, but the weight of consequences lingered.
She nearly collided with George in the hallway, jolting back slightly. “George?!”
“Y/N?!” he exclaimed, eyes wide with surprise.
“What are you doing here?” Her voice caught slightly, a little too loud as the water dribbled down her chin.
“Alright, slow down,” George said with a grin, taking a step back. “You know what Carmen would say.”
Her mind raced. Her sisters. Hopefully, they just assumed she had gone out for a bit, she thought, brushing damp hair out of her face.
“Really… why are you here? I thought you’d be home after last night?” he asked, brow furrowed.
“Well… sometimes…” She hiccupped, swallowing roughly. “I have to get out.” Her words slurred slightly, unsteady. “Please… don’t tell Carmen or any of the sisters I’m here. I just need… one night to breathe. One night of privacy.”
George raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of his beer. “Fine, fine. Only if you update me on Magui when you’re sober.” He winked, a teasing but gentle gesture.
“Deal.” She dabbed his hand, tipping her hat slightly in gratitude before spinning away to find Max.
The party had begun its slow descent into chaos, music still pounding, but the energy mellowing. Y/N trudged over to Max like a ragdoll, limbs heavy from dancing, laughing, and drinking.
“Max…” she groaned, wobbling slightly.
“Yes, Y/N?” He grinned, taking in her tousled hair, flushed cheeks, and the softness in her eyes. Even exhausted, she was beautiful.
“Can I… stay the night?” she murmured, voice barely above the bass. “I don’t… I can’t go back home like this. It’d be too embarrassing.”
“Of course,” Max said smoothly, taking her hand in his and guiding her back toward his room, keeping his other hand gently behind her back.
“I want to change…” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes and shifting her weight onto one foot. She had a habit of whining slightly when drunk and tired, irresistibly so.
“Alright, sit on the bed, I’ll grab you a tee.”
She began slipping off her boots and hat while Max moved to his closet, rifling through a few shirts before pulling out an old favorite: a gray tee emblazoned with two red bulls clashing and the words VERSTAPPEN CO. He placed it in her lap and glanced over, expecting her to smile.
By the time he turned to open the door to the bathroom, she was already halfway undressed, save for her undergarments. Max stopped, heart racing, stunned by her effortless beauty and unaware confidence.
She quickly tossed her bra aside and slid into the oversized tee. “Perfect,” she mumbled, tugging it down to settle comfortably.
“Let me get you a glass of water and a snack,” Max offered, stepping lightly back into the room.
“Okay,” she slurred, curling into the sheets, sinking into the softness like a warm, safe cocoon. Everything felt smoother, lighter—the way it always did when you were drunk or not in your own bed.
By the time Max returned, she was already asleep, her chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. He leaned down, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. That night, he slept on the floor, giving her the room, the space, the comfort. He would not—could not—stop wanting her close.
Across Greek Row, Oscar and Lando had returned to the house, exhausted. Lando had sobered up slightly, thankfully, leaving Oscar with one less thing to worry about. They collapsed on the couch together, too tired to even speak, bodies tangled in fatigue and relief. The room was silent but for the faint hum of music from lingering party-goers.
Both drifted immediately into sleep, Lando’s arm draped across Oscar, their friendship anchored in these quiet, exhausted moments. Outside, the night held its chaos, but inside, for now, there was peace.
In the early morning haze, the two brunettes slowly stirred on opposite ends of the couch, groaning as they stretched and rubbed the knots from their limbs.
“Did she answer?” Lando asked, voice hoarse, hand pressed to his forehead. The tight spots in his back and shoulders made the question sound sharper than intended. He didn’t need to say her name—Oscar knew instantly who he meant.
“No… but she turned off her location last night around seven,” Oscar replied, brows knitting with concern.
Y/N had only switched it off for twelve hours. Now it pinged as active again, updating her whereabouts: she had been at Stavelot for the past fourteen hours.
“What the hell?” Oscar muttered, confusion twisting his features. “She… she was there last night? I knew I wasn’t imagining it.”
“Y/N?” Lando’s voice rose as he scrambled upright, moving to peer at Oscar’s phone. “Why the hell was she at the party last night?”
“Why is she still there?” Lando added, fury creeping into his tone.
Meanwhile, at Stavelot, Max had left a note on the counter.
Y/N read it quickly, a small smile tugging at her lips. Excitement bubbled in her chest; she couldn’t wait for him to return with a treat. Sliding out of his bed, she padded softly to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water to quench her lingering thirst.
“I’m gonna text Yuki,” Oscar said, glancing at Lando. “He’s probably awake. I’ll ask if we can come grab something we, uh… ‘left’ here.”
Lando grunted in acknowledgment and headed off to change, while Oscar did the same.
A few minutes later, Oscar’s phone buzzed. “Yuki texted back. He’s not home, but Steven left the door unlocked for us,” he said, combing through his hair with an impatient hand.
“Great,” Lando said, pulling on a crisp new shirt.
The drive to Stavelot was quiet, the tension thick between the two as the house loomed into view. They opened the door, both already bristling.
“Y/N!” Lando shouted, his voice bouncing off the high ceilings, reverberating through the quiet morning air.
A muffled, incredulous, “What the fuck?” echoed from the kitchen. The two boys exchanged a sharp glance, adrenaline spiking, before striding toward the source.
“What are you two doing here?” Y/N’s voice rang out, calm but tinged with curiosity.
“We should ask you the same thing,” Oscar countered, tone sharp, stepping closer.
“First of all, Lando, I thought you wanted your space after Friday. Second, I can go where I want; you’re not my parents,” she shot back, eyes steady, though her pulse raced beneath the surface.
Oscar’s gaze dropped, scanning her form with disbelief. “What are you wearing?” he asked, ignoring her argument entirely.
Max’s oversized shirt hung loosely around her shoulders. “It’s Max’s shirt. Why?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Oh my gosh,” Lando muttered, backing away slightly and pressing his hands to his face. He was furious, but also stunned.
Oscar stepped around the counter, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. Not enough to hurt, but enough to assert his presence. He crouched slightly to meet her gaze. Lando, returning, leaned against the kitchen counter, elbows planted, fury simmering behind his green eyes.
“Did you sleep with him?” Oscar snapped, voice low but forceful.
“God, no!” Y/N’s defensive shout cut through the tension. “Do you think I’m like every other sorority girl who sleeps her way through campus? I’m not!”
“You’ve gotta remember, Oscar. We aren’t dating,” she continued, pointing sharply at him. “Same with you,” she added, jab pointed toward Lando. “You don’t get to be like Magui and boss me around. Not happening again.”
She yanked her shoulder from Oscar’s grip just as the front door clicked open.
“Y/N? I’m back.” Max’s voice called out, carrying a tray of breakfast.
“Oh, hey,” she said, eyes flicking briefly to him before returning to the two brunettes.
“They were just leaving… left something here,” she explained quickly, not breaking her glare.
“Right, see you later, Max,” Oscar said curtly, still tense.
Lando stayed silent, hands shoved into his pockets, pacing slightly before standing beside Oscar. His chest heaved slightly, anger still prickling beneath his skin.
“What’s up with them?” Max asked casually, eyes scanning the tension in the room.
“Nothing… got me a sweet treat?” Y/N said, trying to regain composure, a small teasing smile tugging at her lips despite the chaos.
“Only for you,” Max grinned, holding the tray closer.
Y/N took the plate, finally allowing herself a small breath. She could deal with them later, she decided. For now, food—and the moment—were enough. She sank onto a chair, savoring the warmth of the morning sunlight spilling into the kitchen, and let herself focus on something tangible and comforting for once.
The tension in the room hung thick, unspoken words and lingering glances suspended between them. But for now, she had her breakfast, Max by her side, and a brief reprieve from the storm brewing outside in the hearts of two very angry, very confused brunettes.
Lando and I drove back to Sigma Chi, more disappointed than angry. We could never truly be upset at Y/N, but this morning deadass ticked us off. Why would she be willing to stay the night? Did he roofie her, or was she just insane?
Lando and I are still in shock about her choosing a dude who got with a professor while he was a kid and faced no repercussions.
It was the first semester of our freshman math class. It was autumn, and the leaves were browning. The crisp wind flowed throughout the campus. Girls wore their cutest boots and scarves, guys wore their oversized flannels and sweats.
Max always decided to stay a little longer after class ended. It was always one-on-one with Professor Piquet.
It was almost a weekly routine until someone caught the two of them on lunch break
Parents were called, deans were enraged, and students spread rumors like wildfire. Professor Piquet never got fired or anything, but Max ended up switching classes. Dean Wolff was not pleased with the outcome, but the Verstappen family did not want to cause a scene or have anyone else know. They had money, especially the “I can make people disappear” money.
Lando slammed my car door like a little kid.
"Chill, Lan," I said while closing my car door.
We both sat in the living room, trying to distract ourselves from what just happened.
"Do you think she even knows about Max?" Lando asked.
"Maybe she doesn't care. She's ignored red flags before."
I had my phone on silent, so it buzzed in my hands. It was from Y/N.
"I want to make something clear, Oscar. Anything we had before is over now. We're just friends and we'll stay that way. I love you, but I wanted to set a boundary so we don't get confused. You say I should communicate more, so this is me communicating. This isn't meant to hurt you or anything, but please do this for me. This doesn't mean we can stop hanging out or anything. Call me if you wanna talk more."
I clutched my phone a little tighter when I read the message. Not to be that person, but I compared myself to Lando a little. This is probably how he felt when he found out about Magui.
I got up and told Lando I was going to my room for a little, and he nodded at me.
I didn't cry, but I sure felt like I was going to. Why did I confront her about Max? Why did I let my emotions get the best of me? I should've told her about my true feelings then.
I hopped in bed and decided to sleep it off. It would probably calm my mind and help me think better later. I texted Lando that I'd be asleep and if he needed anything, just knock.
I felt a pang of guilt the moment I sent Oscar that message. I knew he had read it, yet there was no reply. My chest tightened, and a single tear escaped, trailing down my cheek. Oscar—sweet, loyal, endlessly patient—deserved better than the messy, complicated emotions I carried. I loved him, undeniably, but maybe we weren’t meant to be. Maybe we were just two people craving comfort, two hearts brushing against one another to fill the voids we didn’t know how to fill alone. I wiped my cheek and rose, trying to shake off the heaviness.
A long, hot shower sounded like heaven. Max’s tee, the one I had slept in, still carried his scent. Leather smoke, faint hints of cologne, subtle and intoxicating in a way that made my chest flutter. It was nothing like Oscar or Lando; it was entirely Max, entirely… him. I shuddered at the memory of this morning, of the confrontation with Lando and Oscar, and the chaos it stirred. Someone might’ve poisoned their coffee for all I knew.
Well, if I was going to confront my tangled heart, I might as well do it head-on. I grabbed my phone and typed a message to Lando. I couldn’t hold it in any longer; it was time to rip off the band-aid.
"Hey Lando, could you swing by my place for a little? We need to talk. Don’t try avoiding me either."
I pressed send, my fingers trembling slightly, then set the phone aside as the warm water from the shower washed away the night’s residue. I dressed carefully, layering on the perfume he had once told me he loved—soft, floral, nostalgic—and chose the grey flared yoga pants he had complimented in London, paired with a baby pink cropped Delta Nu crewneck. Beneath, a delicate lace bra, also pink, that I knew he would notice. I felt myself breathe a little faster, anticipation and nerves mixing in a heady swirl.
I lit a candle, letting the soft amber glow and the faintly sweet scent fill my room, and pressed play on Spotify. Music washed over me, a gentle undercurrent to calm the storm in my chest. My stomach fluttered nervously, my hands fidgeting with the edge of my sweatshirt as I tried to calm my racing thoughts. What would he say? How would he look? Two years of unspoken tension hung between us, and now it was finally about to unravel.
A knock at the door made me jump, my pulse quickening. I rushed to open it, motioning for quiet.
“Kimi and Ellie are sleeping upstairs,” I whispered, pressing a finger to my lips.
Lando nodded, stepping inside, his presence instantly filling the room with a warmth that made my chest ache. He slipped off his shoes and followed me upstairs to my room.
“So…” he started, voice low and hesitant, “what did you want to talk about?”
I exhaled, nerves coiling and uncoiling in my stomach. “The welcome party. I’m not condoning cheating, but… how could you—”
“Sorry to interrupt, but what?” His brow furrowed.
“S-she told me you cheated first, and this—this was just revenge…” My voice trailed off, unsure if I should finish.
Lando’s expression softened as he closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. “Y/N… you actually believe that? I promise you, I would never do that to Magui. You saw how much I loved her,” he said, grabbing my hands and holding them gently. His eyes—bright, unflinching, mesmerizing—locked with mine, and my heart stuttered in my chest.
“Let me show you the proof,” he added, pulling out his phone. Screenshots flashed across the screen—flirty messages, cruel words, betrayals I had only heard whispers of. My throat tightened, my chest aching as I tried to process the words. My gaze flickered back to him, silent tears threatening to spill.
“It’s not your fault, Y/N,” Lando whispered, brushing a strand of hair from my face. His thumb wiped away the tears sliding down my cheeks, and I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth and reassurance of his touch. My heart thudded wildly, and the ache inside me softened just a little.
I looked up, my lips trembling, and he leaned in. Our lips met, tentative at first, a soft brush that sent shivers down my spine. I pulled back slightly, just long enough to catch my breath, but the pull of him was irresistible. I dove back in, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he held me close, his hands threading through my hair, holding me as if he could anchor me to him.
The kiss deepened, tongues brushing, hearts racing in sync. I pulled away briefly, catching my breath, but the connection was too electric to ignore. His hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer, and I pressed my body against his, feeling the heat radiate between us.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know if you’re comfortable,” he murmured, voice husky.
“No… you’re fine,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “I shouldn’t have…”
“It’s okay,” he reassured me, ruffling my hair with a grin that melted my heart. “You don’t have to apologize for everything, Y/N. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”
My heart skipped. “When Magui finds out…”
“If… if she finds out,” he corrected softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “But fuck her anyway. She’s a liar and a horrible person.”
I sank onto the bed, resting against him, my lips finding his again for a tender kiss. His hands roamed gently, exploring the curves and lines I had longed to feel, tracing patterns of warmth and care across my skin. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath mine, steadying me, anchoring me to the moment.
“Come here,” he murmured, patting the bed beside him. I nodded, settling next to him, our bodies intertwined in a comforting embrace.
“Three things, baby,” he said, voice low and intimate. “First, you’re going to slowly ghost Max—not abruptly, but little by little. I’ll explain why later.”
I nodded, leaning into him, straddling his lap not in lust but in a closeness that spoke of trust, safety, and belonging. His arms wrapped around my waist, fingers threading through my hair as he held me, grounding me.
“Next,” he continued, “you’ll stay friends with Magui. Pretend nothing happened, or not—it’s your choice. But it makes this a little more… fun.”
I smiled softly, resting my forehead against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “And the last?” I whispered.
“You’re going to see me… a lot more. We’re making up for lost time,” he said, voice a mixture of command and longing.
I couldn’t stop the grin spreading across my face. I leaned down, kissing him softly on the lips before nudging him to lie back.
“Finally taking the initiative, huh?” he teased, voice playful but heavy with emotion.
“Yep. No more crybaby Y/N,” I replied, pressing my lips to his again. The kiss deepened, tongues dancing, hearts racing, bodies pressed together in an intoxicating rhythm of longing and relief.
He broke away briefly, panting. “?” he asked, eyes roaming me, filled with desire and adoration.
“Only if you do the same,” I said boldly, feeling a thrill at our shared intimacy.
We shed layers, careful yet hungry for each other’s warmth. Grey sweatpants, soft textures, skin against skin—the simplest things felt electric. I traced the lines of his body with reverence, memorizing every curve and contour.
“What a dumb girl Magui was,” I whispered, voice trembling, “to throw away all of this.”
He laughed softly, pulling me into him again, lips meeting mine in a kiss that made the world outside fade away. I felt a little guilty, but a girl had her needs. Mine was Lando Norris. “Morning,” Alexa sang from the corner, a gentle reminder of the new day.
I smiled against his lips as he began planting soft kisses down my neck, leaving faint marks, exploring, claiming. My hands tangled in his hair, my heart hammering wildly. Even with my bra on, he admired me with awe, as if I were a delicate porcelain doll he would protect and treasure.
“I’m… I’m going to…,” I whispered, breathless, when a knock interrupted our moment.
I giggled, giving him a look that said, not yet, but he only smiled and pressed his lips to mine once more, grounding me in the passion and safety of his embrace.
“Just checking in. Kimi and I are going swimming,”
“Have fun! Splash him a lot for me!” I called back, laughing.
Once the hallway fell silent, Lando pulled me close again, holding me like I belonged entirely to him, whispering, “Nobody can know. At least not yet. I’m not hiding you, baby, I promise. But I won’t let you face backlash alone.”
“I understand,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my lips. “And I have other things to worry about for us too.”
He didn’t question, didn’t pry, only held me tighter. “Nobody’s home besides the two young ones. We can stay like this as long as you want,” he whispered.
“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you,” I replied, caressing his face, pressing my lips to his once more.
“I’ll go back and pack a bag then. I’m not leaving you alone tonight, baby.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, handsome,” I said as I caressed his face before kissing him once more.
We rose, moving together to the door. He stepped out and a warm smile left his face. I stayed back, heart full, fingertips tingling from the intensity of our connection.
“Just for you,” Max’s text buzzed unexpectedly. I grinned, heart fluttering at the reminder of the other side of my life, but for now… I was Lando’s.
I closed my phone with a contented sigh, heart swelling with the thrill of stolen moments and "newfound" love. The rest of the world could wait.
That night, Lando fucked me. He took me in so many ways, ways I never even did. Lando fucked me good, so good I almost forgot how wrong this was. My best friend’s ex. My best friend's frat bro. My best friend from freshman year.
It was unforgiving how he took me. He bullied his way into me as I tried to keep quiet. I haven’t felt that way in forever, especially not with him. The spark between us was re-lit, but we had to keep it under control.
In the morning, he kissed me bye and left. He was going to see his mother in Belgium for a couple of days. I already missed his warm touch.
I bit my nail anxiously, still in shock I slept with my old best friend, right after saying that Oscar and I couldn’t be together. I felt so guilty. My stomach was filled with butterflies, but they were quickly killed by stones of guilt.
After I texted Lando to make sure he was on the plane, I texted Oscar. I knew there was a party at Delta Chi tonight. The theme was Friday Night Lights, and I had to show up. This would give me an excuse to talk to him and hopefully remove some tension, and to clear the air. (Definitely not the fact I was a sorority secretary). I could not mention Lando in sort of way.
“Hey, Osc! There’s a party at Delta Chi tonight and I was wondering if you could come with me. Lewis is djing tonight.”
My chest tightened the moment I read her message. There was no way Y/N could want to be close to me now after everything. I’d fucked it up—overprotective, overthinking, letting fear and pride dictate how I treated her. We weren’t even dating, yet I felt like a complete idiot.
But she still meant everything to me. If this is what she wanted, if this is how we could still be close, then this is how it'll be. I wasn’t losing her. Not like Lando had.
My phone buzzed again—her name flashing on the screen. She wanted me at a party? After the past two nights? My heart thudded against my ribs. I couldn’t imagine her there without me. I couldn’t say no. Y/N was the love of my life, friends or not.
I typed a reply immediately, fingers shaking with anticipation.
I set my phone down with a sigh. This was wrong on every level, but god, it felt exhilarating. The adrenaline coursing through me made it impossible to sit still. Some things were just more fun when they were a little dangerous, a little reckless.
“Sure. Wanna get ready together?”
“You bet. Mine or yours?”
“Mine. Bring all your stuff, because I’m not letting you be drunk at some random’s house again.”
Cute. Protective. As always. I smiled at the message, appreciating how much he cared.
I hearted his reply and flopped back onto my bed. Maybe tonight would finally clear my head, maybe even push the Lando situation to the back burner.
I ran a hand over my face, frustration twisting my stomach. Fuck it. I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. I wasn’t just friends with Y/N. I couldn’t just watch her smile for another guy, let her slip into someone else’s arms. I couldn’t watch her wear someone else’s shirt, laugh at someone else’s jokes. That should be me.
I sent a quick message to Charles to let him know I’d be bringing Y/N and asked him to get her favorite drink ready. A small comfort, but one I needed.
ONE HOUR BEFORE THE PARTY
After a quick shower, I stood in front of my closet in a robe, pondering my outfit. The theme was Friday Night Lights, so football players, cheerleaders—the usual. I settled on a white pleated skirt with a red tank top, GPU’s colors. White sneakers and a bow for my hair finished the look.
I drove to Oscar’s house to decompress, trying to convince myself we were just friends.
Bullshit. We weren’t just friends. We weren’t friends-with-benefits either. If someone could define us, I’d pay anything for the clarity.
I took a deep breath and knocked. Twenty seconds later, the door opened, and his warm, familiar smile hit me like a punch to the chest.
I stepped inside, removing my shoes, and followed him upstairs to his room. Cozy, minimalistic, yet distinctly him—small hints of personality tucked in the corners, a flag on the wall courtesy of Edie, of course.
“You’re not wearing that to the party, Y/N,” he said, eyes narrowing playfully.
“Why not?” I teased, knowing exactly why. “You’re not my boyfri—”
“And I wish I were,” he cut me off, voice low, vulnerable. “I can’t do this, Y/N. I can’t ignore what we have. That message? It wasn’t you. You don’t talk like that. You wouldn’t.”
“Oscar…” My voice caught in my throat as I stared into his deep brown eyes.
He stepped closer, towering over me, and I raised my eyes to meet his.
“Please, Y/N, tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you want to ignore what we have, tell me I’m imagining it. I want… us. More than this… whatever it is. You’re the only one for me.”
I swallowed hard, heart hammering. “You’re not wrong.” Two boys loved me. And I loved them both. My chest tightened, overwhelmed with guilt and desire.
“It’s too sudden, Oscar. Delta Nu’s… we can’t just—”
“I can shut my mouth. Can you shut yours?” His gaze burned into me, unrelenting.
I nodded, heart racing. “I need us too. But one condition.”
“We don’t tell anyone. Anything. Edie included.”
“Deal.” His smile was victorious, but soft, tender.
Right now, my wants and needs were clear. I needed Oscar, here, with me. The rest—everything else—could wait.
“Now change into something else. FNL theme, right?”
“Yep.” I dropped onto his comforter, letting myself sink into the moment.
He grabbed his away jersey, red, #81, “PIASTRI” on the back. My stomach did a little flip at the thought of wearing it. Questions would come, sure, but I didn’t care. I wanted this closeness.
Oscar peeled off his shirt. The sight stopped me cold. His muscles were sculpted, the result of football practice, running, discipline. Greek-god perfection. I couldn’t look away.
“Enjoying the view?” he teased, voice low, amused.
“Yes. I do.” I smiled, folding my hands in my lap, heat rising.
He found his jersey, slid it on, and stepped toward me. His hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing over my lips. Familiar, comforting, and utterly electrifying.
“Where’d you learn that?” he asked, eyes wide, flustered.
“Your best friend,” I wanted to say, but I bit my tongue.
“You can’t fuck me yet, Y/N,” he said, voice husky. “We still have a party.”
“Then we’ll behave,” I whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
A few doors down from Sigma Chi, the house was alive with energy. Wearing Oscar’s jersey drew attention, whispers following our path. Max caught my eye for a second before looking away, unsure, calculating. Relief yet stress washed over me.
Oscar and I grabbed a couple of shooters, the warm burn of alcohol a familiar comfort. He drank slower, keeping me steady, protective as always.
We found Lewis DJing, lights flickering and beats dropping. Oscar leaned close to recommend a track, fingers brushing mine. His arm snaked around my waist, grounding me, reminding me of our closeness.
“Damn, Osc, didn’t know you knew this one,” Lewis said, headphones dangling.
“Good, isn’t it?” Oscar murmured, lips brushing my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“Y’all a thing now?” Lewis smirked, eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Nah. Just making sure I don’t lose her in the crowd again,” Oscar replied, pulling me close, heat radiating from his body into mine.
I giggled, tilting my head, trying to look tipsy, carefree.
Lewis laughed, shaking his head. “Delta Nu girls know what’s up. Let me know if you have another recommendation, man.” He dapped up Oscar.
“See ya, Hamilton,” I called after him, breathless, heart still racing from just standing next to Oscar.
The night stretched on, and we moved together seamlessly. Drinks in hand, laughter shared, eyes that only seemed to seek each other’s. The crowd faded into a blur as Oscar guided me through, protective, warm, steady.
Every touch, every brush of his hand along my back, reminded me that we were tethered—by desire, by history, by the unspoken promise that we belonged to each other in ways no one else could touch. I wanted to lose myself in him entirely tonight, let the world disappear.
And for once, I knew he felt the same.
The music only got better and I swung my arms up. Oscar and I danced like our lives depended on it. My ears were almost ringing when Lewis switched to EDM. It was thrilling.
After a little while, I turned around and pulled Oscar by the collar.
“I think we need to go,” I said with a honeyed tone.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” He played along.
“You know why.” I smiled. “Better get me back now before I change my mind.”
Oscar immediately picked me up Bridal style to avoid getting stomped on more than I already have. I put my arms around his shoulder and he carried me all the way back home to his room.
“I’m so sore from frat flicking all night.” Oscar sorta joked but sighed as he set me gently on the bed.
I know something that could make him more sore.
“Mm..” I hummed out while removing his jersey from me. I took off my tank under it, as well.
“You do this on purpose, I swear.”
I laughed and patted the space next to me for him to sit.
“I was serious about all the things I said about you, Y/N.” His tone was stone set.
I nodded and replied, “I know. I felt obligated to text you. I set a lot of boundaries yesterday, and they weren’t all the smartest.” I wasn’t completely lying. Lando’s feelings for me and mine for him were true, but so were Oscar's and I’s. Why can’t I have both? Why can’t they just be one person? I wanted to scream and shout.
“Do you still think we should be friends? Friends don't do the things we did.” Oscar mumbled.
“No. Never again. We’re more than that.”
Some may say lust overtakes them, but I always put my heart in a situation like this first. Sometimes you have to build a fence before you build a house.
“Please Y/N. Let me have you. In all ways.” He looked at me with doe eyes, glossy with want and love.
I nodded and scooted back on his pillow. He moved over on top of me and asked if he could kiss me.
I nodded once more as he crashed his lips on me— chasing that high. I was his drug and medicine at the same time.
I tasted the Miami mint Lost Mary on his tongue, cooling the warmth of my mouth. Our tongues danced, his fighting for dominance. He eventually won, and I felt him grin.
Still cocky as ever, Piastri. Rightfully so, though.
Oscar started kissing down my chest, all the way down to my stomach. He looked up and asked if it was alright to continue, and of course, I said yes.
He kissed my inner thighs and removed my skirt. Oscar then slid my lace underwear to the side. Thank God for matching sets. His pupils dilated, looking at me like I was his last meal.
“Max could never get this.” He said before he latched onto my core. I immediately groaned and grabbed his hair. He ate me like he would never see me again, and I would never let that happen.
Oscar continued to lap my core and started to circle around my pearl.
“Oscar right there.. Please don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” he muffled.
One of his hands left my thighs to insert two fingers into me, pumping in and out. I only moaned louder, which made Oscar grunt.
Oscar was a pleaser for sure. He ate for not only his pleasure, but mine too. He got off on seeing me love it.
I gripped the cotton white sheets below me, trying to steady myself. His name left my parted lips, whisping around like a melody.
I removed his head from myself for a second to take a look at him. Mouth ajar and chin shiny with my own fill. I brushed my hand from his cheek and pushed his hair back. God, he looked so beautiful.
“You don’t know how much I love you more, N/N.” He soothed as he went back to eating me.
“You taste so sweet. Could have this every day.. Wouldn't need anything else. ”
If this didn’t make me finish, I don't know what would.
He somehow hit that perfect spot as I moaned his name louder, telling him I was about to snap.
Oscar only sped up his movements before I gasped, the tight rope in my stomach finally snapping.
I closed my eyes in euphoria as he soaked up my sweetness.
He kneeled between my legs and I opened my eyes to look at him. He licked his lips and his eyes only glossed more. He was still starved.
Oscar finally removed all his clothes, as well as mine. We stood true and bare to each other, there was nothing to hide now.
I reached out to him as he smashed his lips on mine, tasting my release.
“You have to tell me you want this Y/N. Tell me exactly what you want Y/N. Tell me this isn’t a little game you're playing.”
“I want you Oscar. I want us. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
As he lined himself up with me, he said, “You’ve been waiting for this, haven't you? I saw the way you’d eyefuck me in class. I should’ve taken you forever ago.”
Oscar came back down to kiss my neck as he slammed in. I moaned loudly as he moved to my mouth to silence me.
“It’s okay sweetheart, I know you can take it.” He cooed into the crook of my neck.
His thrusts are slow, but cruel at the same time. He nudges my cervix, filling me up entirely. I lock my legs around his back and my smile against my skin.
“You’re a freak.” He joked.
“Your freak.” I corrected.
Oscar continued to relentlessly bury himself inside me, rarely leaving me empty. I clenched around him, earning the most gorgeous moan from him.
“You’re gonna kill me.” He groaned against my forehead. I looked straight into his eyes. It only made the act more sinful.
He hit the sweet spot, earning a whine from me.
Oscar found it. Now, he knew exactly how to break me.
He pushed and slammed into the spot repeatedly, making me see stars.
“I know baby, just a little more.” He assured me as I babbled his name.
I knew he was close because his thrusts became erratic.
“Where?” He grunted. “Fuck, Y/N. Where?” He begged me for an answer.
“Inside.” I bore my eyes into him so he knew I was serious.
“Listen to me for fucking once, Oscar Piastri.”
He took the sign and I snapped immediately. Oscar wasn’t finished yet though.
“No, Y/N. I’ve been waiting for almost 3 years. Let me have this please.”
I shut up and closed my eyes. “Harder,” I said while bringing a hand to pull our lips into one. I clawed on his back, for sure to leave marks tomorrow. “Give it to me, Osc.”
“I’m yours, Y/N. All yours.”
His movement stuttered, and I felt a warmth pool inside me. We whined together as he pulled out and lay on top of me. I cradled his head as if he were a soft puppy. I ran my hands through his brunette waves kissing his forehead.
“I love you, too,” I replied.
Oscar yearned like no other, he deserved it all. The sweetest boy ever, right next to his friend of course.
I basked his Oscar’s warmth, rubbing his back gently.
“Stay with me please.” He begged.
“I would never leave,” I said sweetly as I pulled the blanket up. He hugged me and I closed my eyes.
A truck of guilt is going to hit me in the morning, and I am not ready for it. Why did I let myself get into this?
I woke to the feel of Oscar’s strong arms cradling me, pulling me into him like I belonged there. He was still asleep, his back rising and falling with steady breaths. I couldn’t resist reaching over to grab my phone from the nightstand and snapping a quiet photo. He looked ethereal—like a sleeping fawn—and I silently imagined it as a lockscreen.
Scrolling through my socials and texts, I froze for a second when I saw a new message from Lando. My stomach warmed at the thought—he still thought of me, still cared. I replied with a soft smile, feeling a small twinge of guilt alongside the happiness. I missed him.
Just as I sent it, Oscar stirred, eyes fluttering open.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” I whispered, using the nickname Max had jokingly given me.
He whined softly and nuzzled into my neck. “What time is it?”
“Almost ten. Why?” I murmured, brushing a lock of hair from his damp forehead.
“No reason… I was thinking about you spending the day with me.” His voice was low and sleepy, warm against my ear, his fingers lacing with mine.
“I’d be delighted,” I replied, feeling the encasement of his hand around mine—a grip that made me melt in a way words never could.
“I’ve gotta get you cleaned up, though. We both know how you feel if you skip your extra-long showers.”
“Hey! They’re not that long! A girl needs to be clean,” I teased, tugging gently at his fingers.
He scoffed, getting up slowly, his grey sweats hanging low on his hips. He leaned over, pressing a kiss to my forehead before heading to his closet. Those kisses always made my heart flutter.
I followed, hugging his torso from behind. “As much as I love you without clothes,” I murmured against the nape of his neck, “I need to actually dress you, Y/N.”
He laughed, pretending offense. “Fine… but can I at least lend you a shirt?”
“Never need to ask me that,” he said, turning and handing me an oversized Nike tee.
Slipping it over my head, I grabbed my undergarments from my bag, debating sweatpants versus athletic shorts. Sweatpants won—comfort first.
“I’ll take a quick shower, then we’ll drive to Monte Carlo so you can do your full routine. Sadly, I don’t have all your high-maintenance products here,” he joked.
“Maybe we can change that,” I replied, perching on his bed, already missing the warmth of his skin.
I decided to check in with Lando again—just a little—to keep the balance.
“Excited for classes to start again?”
“Absolutely not. I can already feel the math breaking me 😭”
“I can always tutor you again, like old times. You’ve got this, though.”
“Thanks, Y/N. Gives me an excuse to see you more 😉”
“Doing anything fun today?”
I hearted his message before replying. “Just hanging with Oscar. All the girls are gone except Ellie, who’s with Kimi. Might go shopping. Want anything?”
“Didn’t know you and Oscar were gonna go out together this week, but have fun. I’m good on clothes, love. I’ll call you tonight before bed.”
“Looking forward to it!” I typed back, letting out a small breath. That first sentence still felt a little sharp, but I couldn’t lie to Lando—I needed to be honest without alarming him.
Oscar came back from his shower, hair damp and smelling incredible. Citrus and oak, intoxicating in the best possible way. His cheeks were faintly pink from the warm water.
“You look happy,” he noted, brow raised in curiosity.
“Just online window shopping,” I lied, grinning.
“No need to continue. Once you get your princess routine done, I’ll take you to the mall.”
“Really, Osc?” I said, mock disbelief in my voice.
“Yes, really. You always love a new wardrobe.”
I giggled and hugged him tightly, taking in his scent. He smelled like home, like warmth, like every safe corner of my heart.
He threw on a baby-blue collared shirt over his undershirt and grabbed his keys. I followed, adjusting my seat once inside the McLaren. I remembered Lando had sat here once, tilting the seat back so far—I smiled at the memory.
As we drove to Monte Carlo, I stared out the window, my mind spinning. How do I balance two lovers who are best friends? They’re so close, and I’m in the middle of it all. I needed a plan—a flawless, careful plan.
No one could know, especially not Magui. No public displays, no social media hints, no emojis hinting at anything. My life was about to get complicated, but I wanted this. I had to be careful.
Thankfully, Edie had returned to Melbourne, so there’d be no suspicion from her side. I unlocked the door and called for Ellie to give Oscar the green light.
“Yeah?” she called from the kitchen.
“Just making sure you’re here. Sorry I stayed out last night; I was with some girls from class,” I fibbed. “Can Oscar stay upstairs?”
“No worries. Kimi’s still sleeping anyway.” She crunched on a snack and added, “Hi Oscar, thanks for bringing her back.”
“No problem,” he said politely, sliding past her.
I led him to my room, where he settled on my beanbag with a contented sigh.
“Comfortable?” I asked, gathering my day clothes.
He nodded. I slipped into a baby-blue dress to match him, and we shared a quick kiss before I retreated to shower.
As I washed, my thoughts wandered. The nights with Lando and Oscar played on repeat in my mind. Both cared for me, both loved me differently, yet completely. My chest tightened, a cocktail of desire, guilt, and indecision swelling within me. I laughed quietly at the absurdity of it, wishing it weren’t so complicated.
Edie texted while I dried off:
“Hey N/N! Going shopping today? I need a Pacsun top. If not, no worries. Miss you xx”
“Hi Edie! I’ll grab it for you; going with your brother. Don’t worry, I got you.”
“You’re the best! Apple Pay coming your way. Tell me if anything happens👀”
“No worries, I got you. Love you xx🩷”
I slipped into my dress, hair and makeup done, perfume lightly sprayed. Oscar glanced up from his game.
“You look stunning,” he said softly, eyes lighting up.
“Thanks, baby,” I said, adjusting my white Hermes bag to match his outfit.
White Miu Miu heels slipped on, and I hovered above him.
“Have my heart,” he whispered, staring at me in awe.
“Already got it.” I winked.
“Ellie! Osc and I are headed to the mall. Need anything?”
“Nope, have fun!” she called over the sound of the blender.
We drove in his McLaren GTS, smooth and fast. Memories of the mall from ages ago came rushing back—Magui, Carmen, the usual chaos, but this felt different. I wanted this day to be just ours.
“Where to first?” Oscar asked.
“I made a list.” I swiped through my phone, quickly ignoring a message from Lando. “First stop: Pacsun for Edie.”
Oscar glanced over, curiosity piqued, but I ignored it. Lando would be handled later.
The café we stumbled upon was charming, warm, cozy. I insisted on sitting outside, enjoying the gentle breeze. Latte in hand, cappuccino for Oscar, we shared an espresso cake that was soft and warm.
He always noticed the small things I loved. His smile was proud, knowing he was the reason I was happy.
Foam clung to my upper lip, and he couldn’t resist snapping a picture. “Hey!” I protested playfully.
“You look cute,” he said, showing me. I laughed, shaking my head. “Mind if I post?”
“Only because I love you,” I teased.
Hours later, six bags in tow, I declared our last stop: Victoria’s Secret.
Oscar carried the bulk of the load, holding my bags like a champion. I only took a few smaller ones, delicate but filled with my choices.
“Last stop, Victoria's Secret,” I told Oscar.
“Lead the way, Princess.”
The store glimmered, dim but inviting. I rifled through each item, carefully selecting bras, panties, playful sets. He peeked only occasionally, and I wanted him to notice.
I noticed Oscar only peeked over my shoulder when I put something in the bag, and I wanted to make sure he knew that.
“See anything you’d like to see on me?”
My words snapped him out of his robotic state quickly, and he shook his head, lying.
“I know you’re lying to me, Oscar Piastri.” I grinned while continuing to keep my eyes on the clothing in front of me. I could tell what his face looked like without seeing it.
“Uhm,” He swallowed thickly. “I like pastels on you. They’re cute.” He said, trying not to imagine me in them.
“Mm okay.. Let’s find me something pastel, then.” I hummed in a playful tone.
We continued to stroll through the store before I said quietly, “I know you've seen something you like, Osc. I’d hurry because I have to try everything on when we get home.” I softly spoke.
The light switch in Oscar’s head flipped on, and he went to the exact area in the back and immediately picked the set he liked.
“Pastel pink. Cute.” I said as he held it out. I dropped it in my bag again before making my way to checkout.
When the cashier finished scanning all of my items, I dug through my bag for my wallet, but Oscar inserted his in the reader first. I stopped digging in my bag and looked at him with dilated pupils.
Oscar had already paid for nearly all my items (besides wherever I was a reward member), and Victoria's Secret was not cheap. Is it possible to fall more in love?
“You really didn’t have to do all this,” I murmured.
“I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. You’re the only girl I’d do this for.” His eyes caught mine, warm and unwavering.
The car ride back was quiet, comfortable. His hand brushed my thigh, sending warmth crawling through me. I mirrored him, pressing my hand over his, snapping another photo.
“Just for me,” I whispered.
“One day, Y/N, I promise.” He kissed the back of my hand, setting it back gently on my thigh.
When Oscar dropped me at Monte Carlo, he promised to grab his things from Sigma Chi before returning. Perfect. I had a window to call Lando.
“Nothing, just wanted to call before tonight. Going to bed early to fix my schedule—it’s royally messed up.”
“Understandable. Slight time difference, too. Did you get my message?”
“No, just got home from shopping. Oscar left. Let me check.” I read his note—a chunky white scarf perfect for campus walks.
“That’s adorable, Lando! You didn’t have to—”
“No issue. Mall trip okay?”
“Perfect. I’ll give you a haul after I wash up.”
“Beautiful. Talk tomorrow, love you.”
Relief washed over me. Any suspicion could set him off, but I’d navigated it carefully.
Ellie texted. They were off to London for three days. I silently celebrated the solitude—Monte Carlo all to ourselves.
I hauled bags upstairs, posting a quick story tagging Oscar. I dropped Edie’s Pacsun top outside her door.
Changing into sweats and an oversized tee Oscar had left, I swapped earrings for daily studs.
Oscar texted—he was back. Navy crewneck, grey sweats.
“Guess who has the entire house to herself?” I grinned, opening the door to let him in.
“My girl, that’s who.” He lifted me up effortlessly. Arms around his shoulders, legs crossed behind him, I felt like I belonged entirely in him.
He carried me effortlessly to my room, my arms around his neck, my legs wrapped loosely against his torso. The warmth of him made my heart race, even before we got anywhere near the clothes. He set me down on the edge of the plush bed, grinning at me like a cat with a mouse.
“Last bag!” I jeered, waving the Victoria’s Secret mesh tote in the air.
“I’m excited for this one,” Oscar said, voice low and sweet, hovering by the bed.
He always loved seeing me in the things he picked out. According to him, clothes weren’t meant to be admired in stores—they were meant for me. He claimed everything looked better when I wore it, and I loved how his eyes lit up whenever I slipped something on.
I pulled out a delicate pastel-pink lace set, bra and panties. Oscar’s gaze immediately followed every curve, tracing every line with an intensity that made my pulse thrum. He was already undressing me with his eyes, that slow burn that always left me weak.
“Hm… maybe I should return it. Wouldn’t look cute on me.” I joked, twirling the bra strap around my finger.
“I’d rather die than let you do that. Plus, it’s on my card,” he said, smirking, matching my playful tone.
I laughed and slipped out of my previous try-on, letting the new set slide over my skin. Oscar’s eyes roamed hungrily, fixating on me like I was a marble statue carved in secret for his eyes only.
“Come here. Please,” he breathed, his voice thick with longing.
I sauntered toward him slowly, heels clicking lightly against the soft carpet, making him visibly tense in anticipation. When I straddled his lap, he immediately tilted his head forward, claiming my lips with his. My hands cupped his face, guiding him, while his arms wrapped possessively around my waist. His hands dug into the small indent of my hips, holding me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
He moaned my name, and I felt a fierce heat ignite inside me. I wanted him now, desperately, but I decided to savor this. To enjoy tasting him slowly, feeling every tremor and shiver.
His hands were merciless. With a swift motion, he unclasped my bra and slid it off, letting it fall to the floor. I teased him further, slipping out of my panties with deliberate slowness. My nails traced down his chest, urging him to shed his own clothing.
He didn’t hesitate. Clothes were tossed aside in a messy heap as he freed himself, his body pressing against mine. Someone was needy—and it was delicious.
Kissing reignited between us, hungry and possessive. His mouth traced down my throat, leaving a trail of fire. Just as he was about to mark me with a hickey, I whispered, “Oscar… wait.”
His eyes snapped open, worry flickering briefly across his face.
“Let me this time. You’ve done enough for me today,” I whispered, my voice low and sultry.
He paused, letting my words sink in, and then nodded. I slid off his lap and knelt on the soft, furry white carpet, leaning against his thigh. His hand descended to my cheek, stroking gently, grounding me in the moment.
“Nobody knows how lucky I am. And maybe… that’s a good thing,” he murmured, voice husky with emotion.
I pressed my lips to his inner thigh, teasingly before reaching for him. Oscar wasn’t thick, nor was he too thin—he was just right. The quiet ones always were.
I traced a soft kiss along the tip, then licked it lightly. His groan of pleasure made my own heartbeat skip.
He threw his head back, eyes closed, completely lost in the sensation. I engulfed him halfway, slow and deliberate, my hands working in tandem with my mouth.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he gasped, voice breaking as my movements drove him closer to the edge.
I kept my eyes on his face, watching every micro-expression, every shiver. My hand traced the rest of him, adding pressure, adding stimulation while he tried not to thrust into me.
I paused briefly, letting him adjust, before going deeper, and he whimpered. That sound—soft, urgent—made my pulse race.
I took his hand, guiding it to my head, signaling he could take control if he wanted. His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping gently as his gaze met mine. I lowered my eyes to his abs to keep my own composure, wanting to tease, to prolong this delicious tension.
Finally, he couldn’t hold back. He thrust fully, letting go as I matched him with careful, deliberate movements. When he pulled me off, I extended my tongue, silently signaling my intent.
Oscar’s world tilted as he came, panting and trembling, and I collected every trace with my tongue and fingers. I reveled in his pleasure, lost in the intimacy and the raw connection between us.
Afterwards, I stood and began dressing, giving him his clothes with a lingering kiss. Not fiery, but yearning, full of affection.
“I love you,” he murmured, taking my hand in his.
“I love you more,” I cooed, pulling him to his feet.
“How about a movie and dinner?” he asked, spinning me effortlessly like a ballerina, the world spinning around us in perfect rhythm.
“So good,” I breathed, letting him guide me toward the door, feeling the thrill of anticipation tingle along my spine.
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