We Never Even Dated · Y/n story by @zurzolo

The bass from the speakers thumped through the floorboards, rattling the cheap plastic cups stacked on a nearby table. The air inside the cramped off-campus house was thick—body heat, cheap perfume, and the sharp tang of spilt beer mixing into something almost suffocating.

Christian Anson

tilts his head toward Kayden, raising his voice over the music Who the hell picked this playlist? Sounds like someone’s dad fell asleep on a keyboard.

Kayden

shrugs, nursing his own cup Bro, I told you—Carlos said he’d handle it.

Carlos

from behind them, shouting I said I’d find a speaker, not curate the vibe! There’s a difference!

Christian Anson

laughs, shaking his head A difference you clearly missed.

He let his gaze drift across the room, scanning over the swarm of bodies packed into the living room. A cluster of girls near the couch caught his eye—one of them was biting her lip, whispering to her friend while nodding in his direction. Christian felt the familiar weight of their stares.

Christian Anson

chokes mid-sip, cup jostling in his grip

Kayden

frowning Yo? You good?

Christian didn’t answer. His spine snapped straight. His hand tightened around the plastic like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

Carlos

following his gaze What’s wrong? You see a ghost or someth—

Kayden

squinting Who is that? Is that—wait. Is that Y/n?

Christian didn’t hear them. He was already moving. Pushing off the wall, weaving through bodies and elbows and spilled drinks, his heart slamming against his ribs like it was trying to break out.