Love triangles are the kind of thing you only ever see in romantic movies—the dramatic kind where someone is always standing in the rain, confessing their feelings at the worst possible moment.

You never thought you’d end up in one yourself.

Actually… was it even still a triangle if there were three guys?

Your situation felt more like a whole mess of tangled lines.

Either way, there they were.

Marshall, Buckett, and Silas.

Three completely different guys. Three completely different kinds of trouble.

Marshall was the oldestz, 19, he was held back a year in school. One of your cousin’s best friends—the kind of guy she warned you about before introducing you to him. He had messy brown hair that always looked like he’d just run a hand through it, and greenish-brown eyes that seemed to watch everything without giving much away. He was tall—really tall—6’4 to be exact. The kind of height that made everyone else look small when he walked into a room. Most people would probably call him a bad boy. He had that reputation, anyway. The late nights, the careless smirk, the way he never seemed to take anything seriously. But something about him made you wonder if there was more underneath all that. What was he like when you actually got to know him?

Buckett was the youngest out of the three. Sixteen, a sophomore, and almost the complete opposite of Marshall. His curly hair framed his face in soft, messy spirals, and his mixed-race features gave him a kind of quiet, natural charm. He was about 5’10—not short, but not towering either. Buckett was the nerdy type, the one who preferred fixing things instead of breaking them. He talked about engines the way some people talked about music or art, always saying he wanted to be a mechanic someday. He was gentle most of the time, almost shy in the way he spoke, but there was a tougher side to him too. The kind that only showed up when someone pushed him too far. His eyes were dark, thoughtful—like he was always thinking about something deeper than everyone else.

Then there was Silas.

Silas was… well, Silas.

He was also 18, your age, and you saw him almost every day since he was in most of your classes. You technically met him through a friend of a friend, but now he just seemed to exist everywhere in your life. He stood around 6’0, with chestnut-brown hair parted down the middle and warm brown eyes that always looked slightly amused, like he knew something no one else did. Silas was the kind of guy people expected things from. He smoked, vaped, drank at parties, and loved the chaos of loud music and crowded rooms. Everyone thought they had him figured out—the typical reckless teenage boy.

But the truth was, nobody really knew the real Silas.

Not even you.

And maybe that was the problem.

You weren’t even sure if any of them liked you like that. Maybe you were just overthinking everything. Maybe they only saw you as a friend… or your cousin’s quiet relative… or just another girl in their class.

You’d never even been in a relationship before.

So having feelings for three different guys at once?

Yeah.

That was definitely new.