Same But Different (Completed)

Chapter Twenty Three

The room fell silent for a beat, and Yuri's heart sank. She felt the eyes of everyone in the room on her, their gazes heavy with judgment and curiosity. Even Whitney looked momentarily taken aback by the unexpected twist, her lips parting slightly in surprise.

Jordan, always quick to go along with whatever Jason wanted, leaned forward with a grin. "Well, that's a new rule. Whitney, what do you say?" he asked, clearly eager to keep things moving.

To Yuri's horror, Whitney didn't hesitate. She leaned back, unbothered, and casually shrugged. "I have absolutely no problem," she said, her voice low and sultry, sending a chill down Yuri's spine. The boys in the room perked up, and Yuri couldn't shake the feeling that something darker was at play here. This wasn't just a game anymore—it was a power play, and Yuri was caught in the middle of it.

"Uh-oh," Yuri thought, her mind racing as the weight of the moment pressed down on her.

"I'll be right back," Yuri muttered, standing up abruptly. She needed a break—needed to clear her head, to do something before she completely lost control. She fumbled with her phone, pretending to be busy as she stepped away from the crowd. She quickly typed a message, her fingers moving faster than her brain could keep up.

"SOS! They are playing a game called seven minutes in heaven and Jason wants me to make out with Whitney. I need your help!"

The moment the message was saved in drafts, Yuri felt an odd mix of relief and dread. She couldn't let Sasha know what was going on with her and Jason—she couldn't risk Sasha discovering what Jason suspected. She just needed someone, anyone, to pull her out of this mess before it went too far.

Her eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment, the weight of the world pressing down on her chest as she silently called out for Sasha. It was as though her body knew what was coming. Her grip tightened around the phone, her fingers numb as the familiar pull of her alter self began to take over. Her breathing slowed, her mind racing as the conflict inside her surged, torn between the pull of secrets.

The thoughts collided in her head like a storm. Which weighed more? she thought, Sasha not finding out about my curiosity behind my sexuality... or Sasha kissing Whitney? She froze at the realization, a sharp pang of panic rising in her chest. Wait— the thought hit her like a tidal wave, and before she could even process it, she felt the familiar dark shift, the pull of Sasha's presence deeper inside her

A second was all it took. Yuri's body went still, her eyes closing fully as her alter self emerged.

Sasha was here.

* B L A N K *

The loud music thumped in my chest as I stepped into the room, my heart racing faster than the beat. It was a blur of bodies moving, laughing, and whispering, but my mind was stuck on one thing. Jason and Yuri... had they fixed things? I gripped the phone in my hand, my fingers trembling as I scrolled to the saved draft from Yuri.

"SOS! They are playing a game called seven minutes in heaven and Jason wants me to make out with Whitney. I need your help!"

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. No, not Whitney. Anger flared inside me. Why had Yuri switched? I wanted to be mad at her for putting herself in this situation, but deep down, I knew. She's been through worse than this. I couldn't fault her. As her alter, it was my job to help her get through it, even if it meant doing something I didn't want to.

I took a deep breath, pushing aside my doubts. I had to see this through. Even if it meant kissing that... snake.

With a forced calm, I walked into the room, my eyes scanning over the scene—boys with hungry eyes, girls dressed like they were auditioning for a reality show. The air was thick with lust, and I could feel the weight of it as I stepped forward.