Love Wasn’t Part Of The Plan
Preston High School was supposed to be my chance at a better life. But instead of belonging, I’ve become the girl everyone whispers about, the scholarship student who doesn’t fit in. Every glance, every smirk, every secret reminds me I’m not one of them, and no matter how hard I try, surviving here feels impossible.
The truth is, I don’t know what love means. My life has always been about sacrifice, never desire; loyalty, but never trust. Then he notices me, Asher, the quiet, steady boy who sees the pieces of me I try so hard to hide, offering safety and a sense of belonging I’ve never known. And just when I think I’m finally finding balance, he appears, Adrian, the arrogant bad boy who rules the halls with his smirk and dares me to feel things I don’t understand. Two hearts. Two choices. Both dangerous.
Now I’m caught between loyalty and betrayal, fear and forgiveness, desire and heartbreak. Preston High School is testing more than my strength, it’s testing my heart. And when the truth finally forces me to choose, one question remains: will I discover what it means to be loved, or will I lose myself trying?
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Chapter: Chapter 5 Hanging On The Edge. I dragged myself toward the bus stop, the weight of the day pressing against my shoulders like a physical force. I hadn’t expected Preston High to hit me this hard on the first day, and now, as if the universe had a sick sense of humor, I had to head straight to work.The restaurant smelled of fried oil and spiced chicken the moment I stepped in, the clatter of plates and shouts from the kitchen filling the air. I forced a smile at the manager and started setting tables, trying to ignore the throbbing ache behind my eyes.“Hey,” Alice, my co-worker, leaned against the counter, giving me a pointed look. “You okay? You’ve been off all afternoon.”I shook my head, tugging at the edge of my uniform. “Yeah… yeah, I’m fine. Just a long day, that’s all.”Her eyes softened, but she didn’t push further. She knew better than to pry when I didn’t want to talk. Still, a small part of me wanted to tell someone what happened, to let someone in on the mess of my first day. But I couldn’t. Not yet.
Last Updated: 2025-09-24
Chapter: Chapter 4 If Today Was This...The bell for the next class rang, and I forced myself to follow the others inside, still feeling the tension from earlier. My chest was tight, and my hands fidgeted with the edges of my uniform, but I held my head high.We all settled into our seats, trying to blend in. The teacher was already at her desk, reviewing papers, when suddenly the door opened, and a hall monitor stepped in.“Adrian Pierce, the principal wants to see you,” the monitor announced.Heads turned, and I felt a flicker of satisfaction. Adrian froze, confusion written all over his face. He didn’t even grab his bag, eyes wide, muttering something under his breath as he hurriedly followed the monitor out. I couldn’t help but glance after him, a small smirk tugging at my lips.Time passed slowly, the classroom feeling emptier without him. I kept sneaking glances at the door, imagining what was happening at the principal’s office. When Adrian finally returned, carrying his bag, his face was pale, lips pressed into a th
Last Updated: 2025-09-24
Chapter: Chapter 3 Head Held High.The bell for break rang, but I didn’t move. My stomach twisted, and my hands fidgeted with the edges of my uniform. The memory of class—Mr. Hale’s glare, Adrian’s sneer, the snickering students—was still burning in my chest. I couldn’t face the cafeteria yet, couldn’t face people.“Hey… you’re not going?” a familiar voice asked.I looked up to see Asher, his hands tucked casually in his pockets, eyes soft with concern. “I… I don’t know,” I muttered. “I just… want to stay here for a minute.”He crouched slightly to meet my eyes, a small, reassuring smile tugging at his lips. “Come on, it’s break. Let’s get something to eat. Trust me, you’ll feel better.”I hesitated, my pride warring with my stomach growling. Finally, I nodded, letting him lead me down the quiet hallway. Even without the usual swarm of students, the school felt huge and intimidating. Every step reminded me that I didn’t belong here.The cafeteria smelled warm and familiar—fried eggs, toast, coffee—but the sight of doze
Last Updated: 2025-09-24
Chapter: Chapter 2 A Rough Start.My heart sank, and panic squeezed my chest. The bell rang for first period somewhere down the hall, echoing off the walls. Students were leaving. Everyone was moving. I was stuck.I didn’t know what to do. My towel clung to me, and I pressed it tighter, trying to cover myself. My eyes darted toward the small glass pane on the door, and I saw someone lingering outside. Relief hit me—maybe they could help. Without thinking,I yanked the door open just enough to pull the figure inside—and my heart stopped. It was a guy.His eyes widened the second they landed on me. I froze too, cheeks flaming, every nerve screaming. He quickly looked away, as if trying to fight the urge to look, but I could feel it—the way his gaze had scanned me, even for a split second. And I couldn’t help it either. He was impossibly handsome; broad shoulders, sharp jaw, eyes that somehow seemed to see right through me.“Whoa—what—” His voice cracked, more startled than anything else. His eyes widened, taking me in as
Last Updated: 2025-09-24
Chapter: Chapter 1 A Day In My Life.I wish I could say mornings in my house start with something good—like the smell of pancakes or my mom humming while she gets ready for work. But they don’t. Most mornings start with my parents arguing. If it’s not about rent, it’s about food. If it’s not about food, it’s about my school fees.I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, listening to their voices bouncing through the thin walls. I don’t even flinch anymore. It’s almost background noise at this point, like traffic or rain. I know every line of the fight before it’s spoken. Dad says he’s doing everything he can, Mom says it’s not enough, then they circle back to me. How much my school expenses costs. How many shifts Dad has to pick up. To the extent of him saying I should drop out and “just work.”The words hit hard, even when I pretend they don’t. Because I know it’s true—we barely make it. Our apartment is small, the paint chipped, the fridge always close to empty. I’ve been working shifts at the diner down the street since l
Last Updated: 2025-09-23
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