Deep End

by Ali Hazelwood

Because what Pen actually says is, “You two should have sex!”

HELPPPPP

“Come on, Luk. I know you think she’s hot. You said so.” Silence. “And I see the way you look at her.” A buzz of unease bursts in the back of my skull. “How do I look at her?” “You know how.”

WOAHHH

The subject line just reads What you need. The body: If you decide to go for it, I think it should be me.

HE IS SOOOO

Dr. Ozone-Hating Triassic Dinosaur Carlsen didn’t demand hard copies.

PLSSSSSSSS

The printed message in the top corner reads Pumpkin Spice Life. The bottom is a smiling coffee cup, little hearts orbiting around the lid. Scribbled in the middle is an email.

I’m starving, but my walk to the athlete dining hall is slow, because I’m busy writing an email to one Dr. Olive Smith.

AHHHHHH

Unknown:

Him still being unsaved i cracking me uppp

Scarlett: Do you really want to be reminded of my computational superiority that often? Unknown: I do. I have a thing for women who are smarter than me.

UGHHHH

“Oh my god, is it BTS?”

make to leave, but a finger slides in the belt loop of my jeans and pulls me back. Close.

That one scene in tatbilb omg

“Oh, sweetheart.” My belly swoops at the endearment. His tone lives somewhere between sympathy and amusement. “If you don’t think that I’m very aware of your presence, always, you have no idea what’s going on.”

“Confidence is not about being able to do shit, Vandy. Confidence is showing up, and trying, and not giving up because deep in your heart you know who you are and what you’re capable of.”

“She mentioned a husband,” I say. “Is she…openly cheating on him?” “Olive?” I nod, flabbergasted. But Lukas’s mind doesn’t seem to be half as boggled as mine. In fact, he’s fighting a smile. “Scarlett, I think Dr. Carlsen is the husband.”

LMAOOOOOO