The campus buzzed with anticipation for the upcoming Fall Bash—Langston University's biggest student-organized event of the semester. The flyer had been circulating for weeks: bold letters, strobe-light graphics, and promises of live DJs, free drinks (for those with wristbands), and a masquerade theme to add a mysterious edge.
It was a night everyone looked forward to.
Everyone but Elena.
After the emotionally draining performance and the strained rehearsal sessions with Aiden, she found herself barely keeping up with her classes, let alone parties. Her professors noticed her sudden shift from the top of the class to distracted. Her teammates tried to pull her into rehearsals, but she begged off more often than she showed up.
And Rose—bless her patient, warm heart—never left her side. Even when Elena tried to push her away.
On Wednesday afternoon, Rose burst into Elena's dorm room, holding two shimmering masquerade masks.
"We are going," she said, no room for negotiation in her voice.
Elena didn't even look up from her laptop. "Pass."
"Nope. Too bad. The club's theme is 'Masked Temptation' and we are not missing it. You haven't been out in weeks."
"I'm not in the mood to party."
"Exactly why you need to come. We don't have to drink. We can just dance, hide behind our masks, and pretend none of this crap ever happened."
Elena closed her laptop with a sigh. "Is Jordan going?"
Rose's cheeks flushed slightly. "He might be."
Elena smiled faintly. "Ah. There it is."
"Come on. Please? Just for one hour. You can leave after that if you're miserable. I promise."
Elena hesitated. The idea of disappearing behind a mask for a while... hiding from the whispers, the glances, the pitying looks... it was tempting.
And maybe, just maybe, it would be a way to finally feel something else.
---
Elsewhere, Aiden sat at a booth in the campus diner with his teammates, laughing over a pile of loaded nachos. But his smile didn't reach his eyes.
He hadn't seen Elena outside their rehearsals. Hadn't texted her again. She'd drawn a clear line, and he'd respected it.
Mostly.
"You hitting Fall Bash?" Jordan asked, tossing a jalapeño into his mouth.
"Probably. Not really feeling it, though."
"Rose is going," Jordan said, casual.
Aiden looked up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"With Elena?"
Jordan shrugged. "Maybe."
Aiden looked away. He didn't know what he'd say if he saw her. Probably nothing. Just like always lately.
But part of him ached at the idea of her having fun without him. Laughing. Dancing. Smiling.
With someone else.
---
Friday night arrived, bringing with it the kind of electricity that only came with music, darkness, and youth.
The club was decorated with dramatic red lighting and velvet drapes. Masked students filled the space, some with glittering masks, others with simple black satin. The air smelled of perfume, sweat, and anticipation.
Elena wore a deep blue dress that shimmered under the lights. Her mask covered half her face, allowing only her lips and eyes to be seen. Her curls were pulled into a messy twist, elegant and effortless.
She felt invisible. And for the first time in weeks, that felt good.
"Let's just dance," Rose whispered, pulling her to the middle of the dance floor.
The bass throbbed. Lights flickered. And slowly, movement took over thought. Elena let herself forget.
She laughed.
She smiled.
She was just another girl in a mask.
Until she wasn't.
---
Aiden arrived late, dressed in black, his mask a sleek silver that left most of his face visible. His height gave him away anyway. People noticed when he walked into a room.
He scanned the crowd, trying not to look like he was looking for her.
He found Jordan first, chatting with Rose near the bar. Jordan raised a glass and motioned him over.
"You made it," Jordan said.
"Barely."
Rose looked at him warily. "She's here."
Aiden nodded. "I figured."
Jordan clapped him on the back. "Just play it cool. Masked party. No drama."
But drama had a way of finding Aiden Cole.
Especially when temptation got involved.
---
An hour later, after a few drinks and too many near-collisions on the dance floor, Aiden found himself backed into a booth by a girl he barely recognized. Tall, brunette, in a gold mask and a tight red dress.
She laughed too loud. Pressed too close.
"Aiden Cole," she purred. "I thought I'd find you here."
He tried to pull away politely. "You have me at a disadvantage. Mask and all."
"Oh please," she giggled. "Everyone knows who you are. I've been waiting for a chance to say hi without your little academic girlfriend around."
His jaw tightened. "She's not—"
"Oh, I know. Not anymore. But come on, we all read the article. It was cute while it lasted."
Aiden tried again to leave. "I should—"
But she pulled him down into the booth beside her, draping herself against his side.
And that was the exact moment Elena rounded the corner.
Mask in place, smile fading.
Their eyes met.
And her entire body went rigid.
She turned to leave, but not before the girl in red looked over and smirked. "Oops. Did I break up the debate team?"
Elena didn't say a word.
She just walked away.
Aiden finally shoved the girl aside and ran after her.
"Elena, wait!"
She stopped outside the club, the cold air slapping her in the face. Her mask was already off, clenched in her fist.
He caught up to her, panting slightly. "It's not what it looked like."
"You were flirting."
"I wasn't. She came onto me."
"And you didn't push her away."
"I was trying to. I didn't know she'd show up like that—"
"It doesn't matter!" she snapped. "You embarrassed me again. In front of *everyone.*"
"I wasn't even talking about you—"
"Exactly! You never are!"
Silence stretched between them.
Her voice broke. "I came here to forget. And there you were. Reminding me why I ever hated you in the first place."
She walked away.
He didn't follow this time.
---
Monday morning, Elena dropped their project folder into Professor Keller's office mailbox with a note: *I'm withdrawing from the showcase. Please allow Mr. Cole to present solo.*
It was the final nail.
She walked out of the liberal arts building and didn't look back.
---
For the first time since the semester began, Elena walked through campus without wondering if she might run into Aiden Cole.
She had no reason to anymore.
She had cut the final cord with her project withdrawal. Keller had accepted it without question, assigning Aiden to deliver the presentation solo. There were no more rehearsals, no more awkward conversations, no more chances to be humiliated.
But that didn't mean the whispers stopped.
They continued like distant echoes, dull but persistent. Her name linked with his. Her performance praised, followed by rumors of why she had disappeared from the debate showcase.
She heard fragments in the hallway.
"She dropped out after the club party."
"Maybe she just couldn't handle being around him."
"Did you hear what happened in the booth? She saw him with another girl."
Elena didn't correct anyone. She didn't need to.
Let them believe what they wanted.
She had dancing.
And that, she decided, would be her salvation.
---
Rose watched Elena more closely than ever. In dance rehearsals, Elena moved with surgical precision, her technique flawless, her energy restrained. It wasn't passion. It wasn't fire.
It was control.
"You okay?" Rose asked one afternoon after rehearsal.
Elena was sitting alone on the floor, stretching silently.
"I'm fine."
"You haven't smiled in four days."
"I'm focused."
"You're hurting."
Elena exhaled. "I just want this semester to end."
Rose nodded quietly. Then, gently, she reached into her bag and pulled out a flyer.
"We got invited to regionals."
Elena blinked. "Regionals? Already?"
"They bumped the timeline. Top five university dance teams compete next month in Atlanta."
Elena stared at the flyer. It should have excited her. But instead, it felt like pressure she hadn't asked for.
"Do you want to do it?" Rose asked softly.
Elena nodded. "Of course."
But she didn't feel the spark.
---
On the other side of campus, Aiden stood in Professor Keller's office with a stack of presentation slides. His posture was perfect, his tone confident, but inside, he felt like a shadow of himself.
"I'll review it and give you feedback tomorrow," Keller said, adjusting his glasses. "Though I'll admit, it was disappointing to see Elena withdraw."
Aiden stiffened. "I didn't expect her to."
"She was one of my top students. You two had incredible synergy."
Aiden looked away.
"What happened?" Keller asked, voice low.
"I let her down."
Keller didn't press. He nodded once. "Well. Sometimes that happens. It's how you recover that defines you."
Aiden left the office feeling hollow.
He had made a mistake. One that cost him more than he was willing to admit.
And now, she was gone.
---
At home, Elena's mother noticed the change in her daughter's phone calls. Shorter. Less expressive.
"You okay, sweetie?"
"I'm fine, Mom. Just school."
"Are you eating well? Sleeping?"
"Trying."
"Anything you want to talk about?"
Elena hesitated. "I was working with this guy on a project. It ended badly."
Her mother sighed knowingly. "First heartbreak?"
Elena laughed humorlessly. "We weren't even dating."
"Still counts."
---
Rose and Jordan, meanwhile, found themselves drawn closer together. With Elena retreating inward, Rose spent more time with Jordan. Study sessions turned into late-night coffee runs. Laughs turned into soft silences.
One evening, Jordan walked her back to her dorm.
"You're really worried about her," he said.
Rose nodded. "She doesn't let herself grieve. She just turns into ice."
Jordan leaned against the wall. "Maybe what she needs right now isn't advice. Maybe just someone to stay."
Rose looked at him. "That's what I'm doing."
He smiled. "You're a good friend."
She stepped closer. "And you're surprisingly sweet for a basketball jock."
Their hands brushed.
Neither of them pulled away.
---
Friday night came with no events, no parties. Just a long stretch of hours that Elena spent alone in her room.
She pulled out her old journal. The one she hadn't written in since the semester started.
She flipped to a blank page and wrote:
I let him in. And it cost me.
But I won't make that mistake again.
She closed the book.
And for the first time in days, she cried.
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