LOGINLila POVThe kiss lasted maybe five seconds before reality crashed back into me like a wave of ice water.I pulled away from Ryan so abruptly that I stumbled backward, my hand flying to my mouth."I cannot," I gasped. "Ryan, I cannot do this."Ryan stood there breathing hard, his eyes wide and confused. "Lila—""No," I said firmly, shaking my head. "This is wrong. We cannot do this. We are stepsiblings, Ryan. This is exactly the kind of thing that got me into this mess in the first place.""It is not the same thing," Ryan argued, taking a step toward me. "Those were just stories. This is real. What we feel for each other is real."I backed away until my legs hit the bed. "It does not matter if it is real. It is still wrong. Our parents are married. We live in the same house. We are family.""We are not blood related," Ryan said desperately. "We did not grow up together as children. Our parents got married when we were already teenagers. That makes a difference.""Does it?" I asked. "B
Lila POVRyan stood there for a moment longer, his back to me, his shoulders tense.Then he walked out and closed the door behind him.But before I could even process what had just happened, the door flew open again. Ryan stormed back in, his face flushed with anger."No," he said firmly. "No, I am not doing this. I am not walking away like some coward while you destroy yourself.""Ryan, I told you to leave," I said, wiping tears from my face."And I told you I am not leaving. You do not get to push me away like this. You do not get to tell me that I cannot help you when I am the only one who actually has evidence to save you.""I do not want your evidence!" I shouted back, standing up from my bed. "I do not want anything from you!""Why?" Ryan demanded, walking closer. "Why are you being so stubborn about this? Why would you rather get expelled than accept help from me?""Because accepting help from you comes with strings attached!" I yelled. "Because every time I let you close, you
Lila POVI do not know how long I sat on that floor.Long enough for the sun to set outside my window. Long enough for the house to grow quiet as my mother and Robert finished dinner downstairs without me. Long enough for my legs to go numb from sitting in the same position.The marks on my arms had faded from red to pink. They would be gone by tomorrow, leaving no evidence of what I had done to myself. Just like everything else in my life lately, the pain was temporary but the damage underneath lasted longer.I heard footsteps in the hallway outside my room. Heavy footsteps. Not my mother's quick, angry steps. These were slower, more hesitant.Then a soft knock on my door."Lila?" Ryan's voice came through the wood. "Can I come in?"I did not answer. I just stared at the door, wondering what he could possibly want from me now.The doorknob turned, but the door only opened a crack before hitting the chair I had wedged under the handle."Lila, please," Ryan said. "I need to talk to you
Lila POVWhen I got home from school that afternoon, my mother was waiting for me in the living room.She did not say a word. She just held out her hand.I knew what she wanted."Mom, please," I started to say."Give me your phone, Lila," she said coldly. "And your laptop.""But I need them for school. I need them to—""You need them for nothing. You have proven that you cannot be trusted with technology. You used it to write those disgusting stories. You used it to communicate with boys who are clearly a bad influence on you. So now you lose the privilege."My hands shook as I pulled my phone from my pocket and handed it to her. She took it without looking at me."The laptop too," she said.I went upstairs to my room and retrieved my laptop from my desk. When I brought it down, my mother was already disconnecting the internet router."You will go to school, you will come straight home, and you will stay in your room. No phone. No internet. No communication with anyone until this mess
Derek POVMy teammates walked away after that, leaving me standing alone with James.Well, almost alone. A few students had witnessed the entire confrontation, and they were staring at me with a mixture of shock and curiosity."That was intense," James said quietly, looking at my swollen lip. "You should put ice on that.""I am fine," I said, though my jaw was throbbing.James studied me for a long moment. "You really care about her, do not you? This is not just about doing the right thing. You actually have feelings for Lila."I did not deny it. There was no point anymore."Yeah," I admitted. "I do.""Even though it might cost you everything?" James asked."Especially because it might cost me everything," I replied. "If I walk away now, if I abandon her to save myself, then what kind of person does that make me?"James was quiet for a moment, then he nodded slowly. "Okay. So what is the plan?"I looked at him in surprise. "What?""The plan," James repeated. "You are trying to defend
Derek POVThe reaction to my speech was mixed.Some students took the petitions I offered, reading them carefully before deciding whether to sign. Others walked away shaking their heads, clearly not interested in defending Lila.But at least some people were listening. At least I had planted a seed of doubt about the narrative everyone had accepted as truth.I watched Lila walk into the school building, her shoulders hunched, her face pale and exhausted. She looked like she had been through hell. And she had. Because of me. Because I had been too weak to stand up for her when it mattered most.But I was done being weak."Derek!"I turned to see James jogging toward me, his face tight with concern. James had been my closest friend on the team since I transferred to this school. He was one of the few people who actually knew me beyond my reputation as the bad boy hockey player."Hey," I said, giving him a slight nod."What are you doing, man?" James asked, looking at the petitions in my







