Novah’s POV
Alone again, I dragged myself to my desk. The science project folder lay there, a stark reminder of my public failure. *Fix it.* Ashton’s voice echoed in my head. I opened the folder with trembling fingers. The assignment sheet, the notes I’d meticulously taken before the disastrous partnership began… it all looked like gibberish. My mind felt sluggish, thick with despair. How could I possibly design and execute a complex project on electromagnetic fields alone? Especially when the mere thought of physics made my head spin? It was hopeless. Just another thing I was destined to fail at.
I pulled out a fresh sheet of paper, more out of habit than hope. My gaze drifted to the corner of the desk drawer. Slowly, I pulled it open. Beneath a stack of unused notebooks lay my old sketchpad. The one filled with hearts and swirling script. With trembling fingers, I opened it. Page after page of ‘Ashton Vince’ filled my vision, encircled by intricate doodles – stars, moons, tangled v
