Mag-log inChapter 59 Kayla povAshbourne had transformed overnight, banners strung across the entrance in navy and gold, old team photographs lining every hallway, trophies polished and displayed in cases that usually sat forgotten near the gym.I walked through the front doors Monday morning and felt something unclench in my chest that had been tight for weeks.No flinch at a passing shadow. No scanning the crowd for a ponytail that didn't belong. Just excitement, buzzing through the hallways, students clustering around the schedule boards to check exhibition game times and dinner seating.I found Priya, Rhys, and Cole near the courtyard before the first period, and the second I got close enough, I clocked exactly what Priya was trying and failing to hide."Why do you look like you won something?""I didn't win anything.""You've had that same smile since Thursday got mentioned."Rhys caught on immediately, grinning. "Wait. Is this an Aaron thing?""It is not an Aaron thing.""Your face says
Chapter 58 Priya povI'd been helping decorate the gym for the reunion dinner for exactly forty minutes before I ran out of things to pretend I was busy with, which meant I no longer had an excuse to avoid looking at Aaron, who'd been stringing lights along the opposite wall the entire time."You're staring," Kayla said, appearing at my elbow with a box of table centerpieces."I'm not staring.""You've been staring at the same spot on that wall for ten minutes. There's nothing interesting on that wall except Aaron.""There could be something interesting on the wall.""There is not."I huffed, setting down the centerpiece I'd been fake-arranging for the past several minutes, and let myself actually look, just for a second. Aaron stood on a stepladder, sleeves pushed up, laughing at something one of his teammates said, easy and unbothered in the way athletes always seemed to manage even while doing something as mundane as stringing lights."He's annoying," I said, mostly to myself."Is
Kayla povThe reunion banners went up Monday morning, navy and gold stretched across the entrance, old team photos lining the trophy case, the whole school humming with an energy I hadn't felt since before any of this started.I stood in front of my locker, staring at nothing in particular, Rhys's words from a few nights ago still sitting heavy in my chest.*I need to actually decide. Soon.*I'd meant it when I said it. I still meant it now, standing here with the reunion week stretching out ahead of me, students buzzing past on either side, and some quiet, steady certainty had been settling in me since that conversation, clearer with every day that passed.Priya found me between classes, falling into step beside me with her usual energy."You're doing the thinking face," she said."I have a thinking face?""You have several faces. This is the thinking one." She bumped my shoulder lightly. "What's going on in there?"I hesitated, then decided there was no point pretending anymore, no
Cole povI found her in the kitchen the next afternoon, exactly where she usually was this time of day, humming quietly to herself while she iced a fresh batch of cookies that had actually turned out properly this time.I stood in the doorway a moment before she noticed me, working up something I still wasn't fully sure how to say."Need something?" she asked, glancing up, careful in the way she'd been careful with me for weeks now, like she was still bracing for whatever version of me might show up."Can I help?"She blinked, surprised, the icing bag pausing mid-motion. "With the cookies?""Yeah.""Of course." She recovered quickly, sliding a second bag of icing across the counter toward me, though something in her movements stayed careful, watchful.I pulled up a stool and got to work, mostly making a mess of the first few cookies, my lines uneven, icing pooling in places it shouldn't."You're doing the thing where you press too hard," she said, glancing over. "Lighter touch."I adj
Chelsea povThe account was clean, three layers removed from anything that could trace back to me, built slowly over the past several evenings during the narrow window between my mother's phone calls and her nightly check on my room.I sat cross-legged on my bed, laptop balanced on my knees, scrolling through the reunion event page one more time, watching the guest list grow, watching Kayla's name appear in the RSVP list Priya had posted publicly like she wanted the whole world to know exactly where to find her that week.I didn't have a plan yet. Not really. Just fragments, pieces I was gathering the way I always gathered things, patient, methodical, waiting for the right shape to emerge from them.My door opened without a knock.I closed the laptop too fast, the motion itself giving away more than I wanted it to, and looked up to find my mother standing in the doorway, her expression already hardening into something I recognized from months of careful surveillance."What are you do
Kayla povLater that evening, I sat curled on the living room couch scrolling through the reunion schedule again, still smiling faintly over Cole's disastrous baking attempt, when I found myself opening our text thread instead.I typed something out. Deleted it. Typed it again.‘Priya just showed me the cookie you burned. I think you might actually be worse at baking than you are at chemistry, which honestly I didn't think was possible.’I read it over twice, then, before I could talk myself out of it, added one more line underneath.‘I'm really glad you came back into my life. Even with the burnt cookies.’My thumb hovered over for a long moment, heart doing something complicated in my chest, before I finally hit it and set the phone face-down on the couch cushion beside me like that might slow down whatever I'd just set in motion.It buzzed almost immediately.‘Cole: The cookies were a tactical choice. Building character.’‘Cole: Also. I'm glad too. More than the text is letting me







