Scene Continues – Outside the Hallway
Hazel stormed down the hallway, her cheeks flushed crimson—not just from the kiss, but from the nerve of him. Her heels clicked fast against the floor.
Lucas appeared from the side, catching sight of her.
Lucas:
Why are you blushing like a tomato?
Hazel (gritting her teeth):
I'm not blushing, okay?
Without waiting for a reply, she shoved past him, brushing his shoulder with a quick push and continued walking.
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Parking Lot
Hazel reached her car, fumbling slightly with the keys. Her hand landed on the door handle—but then…
She felt it.
That gaze. Unmistakable.
She turned around slowly.
Drake stood near the entrance of the building, his arms folded, leaning casually, a self-satisfied smirk carved across his face. The kind that said "I win."
Hazel stared at him without blinking. No expression. No words. Just locked eyes.
Then she turned, got into her car, and drove off—leaving behind only the sound of fading tires.
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Back at the Hall
Drake watched her car disappear into the city, the smirk still on his lips. But then, as the taillights vanished, something shifted in his eyes. The smirk faltered. A shadow of a thought passed over his face—but he didn't let it linger.
He turned and walked back into the hall, picked up a glass of wine from a passing waiter, and took a long sip.
Lucas soon joined him.
Drake (smiling):
Hey, Lucas.
Lucas (grinning):
So… did you talk to Hazel?
Drake:
I'm sorry, what would I tell you?
Lucas blinked. That… was unexpected.
Drake laughed again, then lightly hit Lucas on the arm.
Chill, man. I'm just kidding. I tried to talk to her. Didn't she say that?
Lucas:
Nope. She didn't say anything. Just walked away.
Drake (raising his brows, sipping again):
Oh? Really?
Interesting.
He took another slow sip from his wine glass.
Lucas (suspiciously):
What?
Drake (coolly):
Nothing.
How's your business?
Lucas:
Going smoothly.
Drake glanced at him sideways over the rim of his glass, smirking slightly. When Lucas caught him looking, Drake quickly looked away, pretending it didn't happen—like a kid who got caught stealing glances.
Lucas narrowed his eyes, shaking his head.
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Scene: Hazel's Home – Balcony
Hazel leaned against the railing of the balcony, the cool night breeze brushing against her skin. It was peaceful… until her mind betrayed her—
Drake's kiss.
The thought flashed like lightning, ruining her calm.
She groaned quietly, squeezing her eyes shut.
Just then, she heard footsteps behind her.
Caleb walked over, his presence calm and familiar. He came to stand beside her, arms casually resting on the railing.
Caleb (gently teasing):
You're always like this.
Hazel (confused):
Like what?
Caleb (soft chuckle):
When you're confused or disappointed, you always come out here and stand like this—like the wind will fix everything.
Hazel laughed softly, a little embarrassed but warmed by his observance.
Hazel:
It gives me peace.
Caleb (rolling his eyes):
Oh, come on.
A beat of silence passed, then Caleb cleared his throat.
Caleb:
I just want to ask… do you still love Drake?
Hazel's expression shifted. She looked at him, lips parting, about to speak—
But then— the door burst open.
Ben (grinning):
Hey guys!
Hazel:
Oh, Ben!
(She rushed into a hug)
Caleb (with a smile):
Man!
(They bro-hug)
Levi (frowning):
Guys, has anyone seen Lucas? He's not picking up.
Hazel:
Maybe he's still at the party.
Zayn:
Party?
Caleb:
Yeah, the one for all the major business families. Big event.
Ben (raising an eyebrow):
So… Drake must've been there too, right?
He shot Hazel a look. She rolled her eyes dramatically.
Hazel:
Guys… he knows our plan.
Zayn (suspicious):
Wait—did you tell him?
Hazel (defensive):
What? Of course not. Why would I?
Levi:
Right. No way she'd do that.
Caleb (serious):
Zayn, you have to talk to him. In person. Clear everything.
Zayn (hesitant):
Caleb… you do remember Lucas tried that and Drake completely ignored me?
Ben:
Maybe Drake didn't want Lucas involved. Maybe he wants you to come.
Levi:
Exactly. Your turn now.
Zayn turned to Hazel, seeking silent encouragement.
Hazel (soft smile):
You have to go alone. You can do this.
Zayn (nodding, slight smile):
I'll go…
but not today.
Caleb:
Your choice. Just don't wait too long.
Zayn nodded again, quietly determined.
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Past
Scene:– night
Levi walked into Drake's room, holding Drake's buzzing phone.
Levi (annoyed):
Drake. Wake up. Your mom's been calling you like 37 times!
No response.
Levi (grinning):
Alright. Your funeral.
He lifted his foot and kicked the bed hard.
Drake (half-asleep, angry):
What's wrong with you?!
Levi (smirking):
Your mom is what's wrong.
She's calling like it's an emergency.
He threw the phone onto the bed.
Drake (now wide awake):
Damn it—
He snatched the phone and answered.
Drake:
Hello, Mom?
Mrs. Damon (on phone):
Where are you? Why aren't you answering your calls?
Drake (lying smoothly):
I was studying, Mom. Sorry.
Caleb (whispering):
Why is he lying?
Ben (grinning):
If he says he was sleeping, she'll lock him in a coffin.
Zayn:
Ouch. Poor little mama's boy.
Mrs. Damon:
Is someone there with you? I hear voices.
Drake:
Just… my roommates, Mom.
Mrs. Damon:
And what are they doing?
Drake (desperately):
Also studying.
Levi (loudly):
Yeah, yeah! Super busy studying here!
Drake shot him a death stare.
Mrs. Damon:
Alright. Study hard, okay?
Click.
She ended the call.
Caleb (mocking sympathy):
So sad. Why is your mom always like that?
Drake (serious):
Don't talk about her.
Ben:
We all know you hate her, bro.
Drake (sighing):
I don't hate her…
He stood up and walked out,
He went to the kitchen and spotted Hazel sneaking in, eyes wide—
He didn't say a word.
Suddenly… he pulled her by the waist.