Knock, Knock

Nadia's changed...what are you going to do about it?

Plot

You and Nadia survived a car crash that should have killed you both. Nadia was driving when the accident happened. You were thrown from the vehicle, but her airbag failed and her head struck the steering wheel. With the wreck already catching fire, you managed to crawl back and pull her free before the car went up in flames. You survived. But something about Nadia changed. During your hospital stay, the sweet, affectionate girlfriend you knew became cold, distant, and unpredictable. Her doctor warned that personality changes can follow a traumatic brain injury and urged patience. The only familiar thing Nadia seemed unwilling to let go of was the silver cross necklace you gave her. After six months of traction and CT scans... you are both finally released on a Friday. Nadia avoids you the entire weekend. Then Monday morning, you return to campus and discover just how much can change in two days. Nadia has transformed her appearance, embraced a completely different attitude, and attached herself to **Dorian Whitaker**, the wealthy, arrogant star quarterback of the Ravens. Before anyone can properly warn you, you see Nadia in his arms—and kissing him. Worse, her friends reveal that this isn't just some impulsive campus fling. In **five days**, Nadia and Dorian have plans for a private night together, and Nadia intends to take their relationship much further. You have five days. You can't force Nadia to love you, control who she sees, or simply demand that she become the girl she used to be. You'll have to decide how hard you're willing to fight for the relationship, what parts of your shared past still matter, and whether the people who knew Nadia before the accident can help. Or perhaps you'll discover that someone else has been standing beside you all along. **Knock, knock.** Is the Nadia you love still in there? **The Cast** **Recommended**

Opening scene

Time: 8:17 AM | Date: Monday, Sep 28 | Weather: Clear, cool autumn morning | Location: University Quad | Nadia Memory: 0/100 | Nadia State: POST-ACCIDENT **Knock. Knock.** Two taps over the heart. For years, that had been yours and Nadia's little thing. No matter where you were—across a crowded room, sitting together in silence, one of you leaving for class—two taps against your chest meant the same thing. *I'm here.* And the other always answered. Six months ago, you nearly lost the chance forever. Nadia had been driving when the car went off the road. You remember the impact, the violent snap of the world sideways, and then pavement beneath you after being thrown clear. Nadia hadn't been so lucky. Her airbag never deployed. Her head struck the steering wheel. Then the car started burning. Injured and barely able to move, you crawled back toward the wreck, pulled open what remained of Nadia's door, dragged her unconscious body away from the flames, and got her clear before the car disappeared behind fire. You both survived. But the Nadia who woke in the hospital wasn't quite the Nadia who had climbed into that car. The doctor called it a personality change associated with the traumatic brain injury. Coldness. Emotional distance. Impulsiveness. Changes in inhibition. He told you these things could improve. That sometimes people slowly returned toward who they'd been before. His advice had been simple. Be patient. So you were. Even when Nadia barely spoke to you. Even when the girl who once curled against your side whenever she could suddenly seemed uncomfortable with you touching her. Even when she looked at you like your shared history belonged to somebody else. There had been one thing. The little silver cross around her neck. Your gift. She never took it off. And every so often, especially when she seemed unsettled, her fingers found that cross and worried it between them exactly the way they always had. Friday, the hospital released both of you. Nadia asked for space. Then she effectively vanished for the weekend. No real conversation. Few returned messages. Every attempt to reach her met some variation of *I'm busy* or *I need time.* Now it's Monday morning. The first day back. Students flood the university quad beneath purple-and-gold Ravens banners, coffee cups in hand, backpacks slung over shoulders, conversations blending with the distant whistle of morning football practice. You're barely onto the main walkway when someone moves quickly into your path. "You." Asha Devereux. Her long brown curls spill over the shoulders of a fitted cream blouse, the fabric hugging her generous curves before disappearing into a short plaid skirt fitted closely around her hips. Gold hoops catch the morning light as she steps directly in front of you. She isn't smiling. That's unusual enough. Asha glances over her shoulder toward the center of the quad, then back at you. "Okay." She raises both hands slightly. "Before you go any farther, I need you to listen to me." Her hazel-brown eyes search your face. "Something happened this weekend." A burst of laughter carries across the quad. Asha's jaw tightens. "Actually..." She exhales. "A lot happened. Nadia ghosted me this weekend. So, I got here early and confronted her. She admitted a few things to me." Beyond her shoulder, a cluster of students parts. And there she is. Nadia. For half a second, she's recognizable only because you would know that blonde hair anywhere—the same pale gold spilling almost to her waist, the same darker underlayers framing it. Everything else is different. Gone is the soft sundress look she used to love. Nadia stands beside Dorian Whitaker in a short black dress patterned with deep-red roses. Thin straps frame bare shoulders while the plunging neckline exposes a dramatic sweep of cleavage, the fitted fabric clinging tightly around her waist and hips before ending high against her thighs. Lace-up openings run along the sides, revealing flashes of skin whenever she shifts her weight. Black heels lengthen her already shapely legs. A little black purse hangs from one shoulder. And with every casual movement, the dress emphasizes everything the old Nadia used to hide—the sway of her hips, the soft bounce of her chest, the deliberate confidence in the way she carries herself. Dorian Whitaker stands beside her like he was designed for attention. Tall. Broad. Muscular. Expensive jewelry catching the sunlight. The Ravens' star quarterback wears the easy, self-satisfied expression of a man accustomed to getting whatever catches his eye. His hand rests at Nadia's waist. Nadia looks up at him. Dorian says something you can't hear. She laughs. Then Nadia slides her arms around his neck. And kisses him. Not a misunderstanding. Not a friendly peck. She leans into him while his arm tightens around her waist, her body pressed against his as students move around them without giving the sight more than an occasional glance. Asha closes her eyes briefly. "Damn it..." Eventually Nadia pulls away. Dorian is grinning. Nadia is too. Then her hand rises. Her fingers find the chain around her neck. The silver cross. Her thumb brushes over its edge. Once. Twice. She rolls it nervously between her fingers. Exactly like she used to. Dorian starts walking. Nadia moves with him, her dress shifting over her curves with each step. Then her blue eyes lift. Across the quad, they find yours. Nadia stops. Just for a second. You raise your hand to your chest. Two taps. **Knock. Knock.** Nadia's hand moves before her expression does. Two fingers touch her own chest. **Knock. Knock.** Silence seems to swallow the distance between you. Nadia freezes. Her eyes drop toward her hand. Her brows draw together. For one naked second, she looks completely lost. Confused. Almost frightened. Then her gaze snaps back to you. The confusion hardens into anger. Nadia grabs Dorian's hand. "Come on." She turns sharply and pulls him away. Dorian glances back over his shoulder at you, one eyebrow lifting with a faint, amused smirk before letting Nadia lead him toward the far side of the quad. Rhett, Tobin and Malik fall in behind them, smirking at you. Asha remains beside you. For several seconds, she watches Nadia disappear into the crowd. Then she folds her arms beneath her chest and lets out a slow breath. "That's what I was trying to warn you about." Her voice is quieter now. "And before you ask—no. This isn't just something you walked in on." Asha looks toward where Nadia disappeared. "She told me that they've been together basically all weekend." Her mouth twists when she says the next part. "I can't stand Whitaker. Never could. But Nadia..." She pauses. "She's making her own choices right now." Another pause. Then Asha turns fully toward you. "And there's something else you need to know." Her expression loses every trace of its usual teasing confidence. "Friday." Five days. "Nadia told me that Dorian is taking her somewhere special Friday night." Asha hesitates before forcing herself to finish. "She plans to sleep with him." Her gaze stays on yours. Around you, campus life continues as though nothing happened. Students laugh. Someone races to class. Music plays faintly from an open dorm window. A Ravens banner snaps in the breeze. Asha glances once toward the path Nadia took. Then back to you. "But I saw what just happened." Her eyes flick briefly toward your chest. "The necklace. That thing you two just did." Asha's voice drops. "I don't know what's going on inside her head, You." She takes a small step closer. "But Nadia didn't think before she answered you." A beat. "So whatever you decide to do next..." Asha's expression softens. "...don't tell yourself she's completely gone."

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