تسجيل الدخولTyler’s POVThe clock on the wall ticks too loudly that I have a mind of ripping it off.Every second drags, and I struggle to sit still in one of the plastic chairs.My fingers tap rhythmically against my knee as images of Jake’s arms around Lila assault my brain. I shouldn’t be replaying it, but I keep seeing her standing there, not pushing him away fast enough.“I had a really nice time with you yesterday.”The door swings open, and I look up automatically.“Hey.” Lila walks in slowly, like she’s unsure how I’m going to react.Good, she should be worried.“You came.”“I said I would,” she replies.I lean back in my chair, crossing my good arm over my chest and keeping my expression flat. “Wouldn’t you rather be somewhere else?”Her brows knit together. “What?”“With Jake,” I clarify, my voice sharper than I intend. “You seemed pretty comfortable with him yesterday.”A flicker of hurt crosses her face. “Tyler,” she starts, s
The weight of piling secrets sits on my shoulders as I walk through the school gates.I almost managed to convince myself that yesterday was a fluke. A strange, isolated moment that I can neatly fold away and pretend didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things.That way, lying to Tyler on Jake’s behalf doesn’t hold any serious consequence.I put on my best smile, tighten my grip on my bag strap, and keep my head up. Students move around me in clusters, their voices overlapping and laughter echoing in the hallways. Lockers slam, shoes squeak against polished floors, and for a brief moment, everything feels exactly the same as it always does.“L.G.”So much for nothing changing.Sighing, I slowly turn around. “Hey, Jake.” My eyes narrow slightly as I take him in – he looks well rested and more put together, like the version of him from yesterday never existed. “You look different.”He scoffs lightly. “What, you expected me to show up to school crying o
The sky looks wrong. That’s the first thing I notice as I step out of the car. The strange, in-between gray hue of it makes everything feel suspended, like something is about to go wrong. It doesn’t help that my mind is in overdrive and my heart won’t stop pounding as the cab I hastily ordered finally comes to a stop. I slam the car door harder than I mean to and glance down at my phone again, half-expecting Jake to text and say “never mind.” But it never comes. So, I swallow my nerves and turn toward the house before me. The bungalow is the smallest building on the street, and although it’s not exactly rundown, it looks worn in a way that shows it’s lacking serious maintenance. The porch light flickers faintly, and one of the steps creaks under my weight as I climb up. There’s a bike tipped over on the side of the yard, a pair of shoes by the door that look like they’ve been there too long, and no sign
My cheeks ache from smiling for hours, but I’m incapable of stopping it.I make a quick wave at Alex and Maya before running up the porch and into my house. Then, I head upstairs and drop my bag by the door, my smile widening even more as I replay the feel of Tyler’s fingers around mine in class and the way his voice softened at the end of his answer.It’d been clear in that moment, why he never gave an answer even though he clearly felt something more than just attraction.He was asking for time.My phone buzzes in my hand, and my pulse jumps when I see his name on the screen. I don’t even try to hide my smile as I answer. “Hi.”“Hey,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice too. “You get home okay?”“Yeah,” I reply, kicking off my shoes and flopping onto my bed. “You?”“I just did,” he says, then sighs. “I’m sorry I couldn’t drop you off today. Mom insisted I come home right after school. She still thinks these ‘family interventions’ will ma
By the time I get to AP English, I’ve already decided on one thing:I am not thinking about my date with Tyler or the silence that followed. I’m going to sit down, open my notebook, and focus on literally anything else.That plan lasts exactly three seconds.“Garcia.”I don’t even have to turn around. My body reacts before my brain does, heat rising to my cheeks as I recognize his voice immediately. I close my eyes briefly, then turn.Tyler leans against the doorframe like he owns the place, backpack slung over his good shoulder, and looking entirely too relaxed for someone who left me hanging on the most important three words in existence.“Come sit with me,” he says, nodding toward the back of the classroom.I blink. “I don’t sit in the back.”“I know,” he replies. “But there’s a first time for everything,” he says with a wink that I can’t deny makes my heart race.Beside me, Maya is pretending not to notice our exchange, but the tiny curve
“Unbelievable,” Maya scoffs, staring at my bedroom door like it personally offended her. “A felony,” she continues slowly, blinking. “That’s what this feels like. He committed a felony.”I let out a weak groan and drop back against her pillows, dragging one over my face. “Please don’t make this worse than it already is.”“Worse?” she repeats, her voice climbing an octave. “Lila, you told your boyfriend you love him and he just… what? Stared at you like a confused golden retriever?”I groan louder, pressing the pillow harder into my face. “Stop talking.”“No, I will not stop talking!” she snaps, grabbing the pillow and yanking it away from me. “This is serious. This is emergency-level gossip. This is… oh my God, I can’t believe I wasn’t there.”I sit up, shooting her a look. “You’re unbelievable.”“I’m invested,” she corrects, crossing her legs dramatically on the bed. “There’s a difference.”I drag a hand down my face, already exhausted from reliving
The following evening, Tyler doesn’t look at me when he walks in through the door. His duffel bag hangs gingerly on his shoulder, his hoodie is darkened with sweat at the collar, there’s dirt smeared along one of his sleeves, and his hair is flattened unevenly.He looks exhausted.“Hey,” I say care
As soon as I push open the door, the smell of onions and garlic wafts through my nose.I smile at the sight of my mother standing at the stove with a wooden spoon in hand as steam curls around her like a halo. Dad is seated at the small dining table, peering down at the stack of papers before him th
By the next morning, everyone knows.The picture has spread faster than wildfire, and so has the narrative people have attached to it. Whispers trail after me in the school hallways, are passed between phones, and are reshaped and sharpened until they barely resemble the truth.“She’s using the bab
Lila's POVI bolt out the door the second the bell rings, my cheek burning.The look on Noah’s face when he saw my drawing makes me clutch my sketchbook tighter against my chest. Why did he have to flip that page open?No, why did I draw Tyler and his stupid jawline and messy hair and that sharp, f







