Sparkle | Saltburn

03

Michael found himself increasingly fixated on Phoebe. He watched her from a distance, his eyes tracing her every move, from her morning routine to her classes and social outings. He was mesmerized by her, by the way she laughed, the way she talked, the way she moved. Everything about her seemed to draw him in, like a moth to a flame.

Despite his obsession, Michael kept his distance, always careful to avoid detection. He knew that his feelings for Phoebe were bordering on unhealthy, but he couldn't help himself. She made him feel things he had never felt before, things he didn't quite understand.

One evening, as Phoebe made her way to their usual study spot, Michael followed her discreetly, keeping a safe distance behind. He watched as she walked with a lightness in her step, her laughter echoing through the corridors.

When she finally reached the study room, Michael took a deep breath and stepped inside. Phoebe looked up, a smile lighting up her face when she saw him.

Michael tried to suppress the flutter of excitement in his chest. He took his seat across from her, his eyes never leaving her face. She was so beautiful, so vibrant, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to her in a way he had never felt before.

She was like a drug to him, intoxicating and addictive.

As the week went on, Michael's obsession with Phoebe only grew. He found himself thinking about her constantly, imagining what it would be like to be with her, to hold her in his arms, to kiss her...

But he knew it was just a fantasy. And as much as he tried to deny it, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was falling... falling hard for the blonde girl with the magnetic personality and the ability to make boys fall to their knees for her.

Fortunately for Michael, he was supposed to meet up with a friend in the library, making sure to stop by the vending machine before he took his seat," Oliver. I got you a Crunchie."

" Oh, thanks," Oliver said.

" Did you know there was a college Christmas party tonight?" Michael asked," NFI, me and you. Not fucking invited."

" I'm sure anyone can go," Oliver shrugged.

" Oh, no," Michael uttered, "It's invitation only, apparently. You get an invite in your pigeonhole?"

" Haven't checked."

" I have. You didn't."

Oliver's eyes drifted over to Felix, who was sat with a group of his friends," Fucking losers. Like we wanted to go, anyway.As if we actually want to talk to those vapid cunts. Nah, we can make our own fun, can't we?"

Michael stood outside Phoebe's dorm room, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Within moments, Phoebe answered, a bright smile lighting up her face.

"Hi, Michael!" She greeted, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "Come in, come in!"

Michael stepped inside, and his breath caught in his throat. Phoebe was standing there in stockings, a short skirt, and just a bra, clearly in the middle of getting ready for the Christmas party. He turned a shade of red he didn't think was possible and struggled to keep his eyes from wandering.

"Um, hey," He stammered, trying to sound casual.

Phoebe didn't seem to notice his flustered state. She continued rifling through her clothes, searching for the perfect top to complete her outfit.

"Will I see you at the Christmas party tonight?" She asked, looking over her shoulder with an innocent expression.

"No," Michael replied, his voice quieter than he intended.