SMUT WARNING || NSFW
In the midst of college life, Jade Holland discovers her father's betrayal, sending her world into chaos. Determined to reclaim her power, she finds herself entangled with a star player on her father's lacrosse team, igniting a...
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Jade
I stood up as soon as he turned and walked away, my heart racing as I watched him disappear back inside the house. I don't even know why I moved—I wasn't going to follow him. But for a second, I thought I might.
Instead, I just stood there, frozen on the porch, my hands gripping the edges of his jacket like it was the only thing keeping me steady. The night air felt colder now, biting against my skin, but I couldn't move.
Why did I say it?
I could've kept it to myself. I've been keeping it for months. It would've been so easy to just let him believe what he wanted, to let him think he was the only one who screwed things up.
But it's been eating me alive, clawing at my chest every time I see him. He thinks he's the bad guy. He thinks it's all his fault—like he's the reason everything fell apart. And the truth is, I'm the one who put him in those impossible situations. I'm the one who hurt him.
It was me.
I sank back down onto the bench, my legs feeling weak. My hands trembled as I pressed them to my face, trying to steady my breathing. I thought telling him would make me feel better, that it would finally take the weight off my shoulders.
It didn't.
All it did was crush him. The look on his face before he walked away... it's burned into my mind. He didn't even say anything. He just left.
You deserve this, Jade.
He had every right to walk away. After everything I did, after the way I used him—I don't blame him for hating me. God, I hate me.
This whole mess was my fault. Every single decision he had to make, every hard choice, every fight with my dad... it all started with me. I pushed him into those corners.
And now I've lost him.
I stared at the door, debating whether to go inside. What would I even say? There's nothing I can say to make it right. Nothing that will undo the damage I've done.
I leaned back against the bench, pulling my knees up to my chest, trying to disappear into the shadows of the porch. The party noise filtered through the walls, muffled but constant, a reminder of everything I'd just shattered.
I pulled his jacket tighter around me, the scent of him still clinging to the fabric. My chest tightened, and my vision blurred as tears welled up in my eyes.
I don't know how to fix this. I don't even know if I can. But the one thing I do know? I deserve every bit of this pain.
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The music was deafening as I walked into the party, the bass thumping in my chest like a second heartbeat. The crowd felt suffocating, the haze of sweat and alcohol filling the air as I pushed my way through, searching for him.
