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Chapter Twenty-One: Second Place, First Fight
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Hate You, Till I Don't Chapter Forty-Five: Backlash & Breakdowns
POV: Blended (Ave + Blake)Ave — Wednesday Morning, Locker Room ShadowsBy Wednesday, the video had passed meme status.It became gospel.The whispers didn’t stop. The stares got worse. Even teachers looked at her like they’d seen her naked.When she got to her locker that morning, a sticky note was already waiting for her.> Guess robotics isn’t the only thing you’re good at using your mouth for 😉Ave stood there, silent. The note didn’t crumple. She just stared at it, as if burning it with her eyes could make it un-exist.It didn't.Her hands were numb. Her chest was tight.She was humiliated.Again.---Blake — Watching Her FractureFrom across the hallway, Blake caught her face as she read the note.He wasn’t close enough to read it, but the way her entire body stiffened, the way she backed into the lockers as if air itself had betrayed her—it made his skin crawl.He cut through the crowd."Ave," he said softly, reaching for her wrist.She yanked it back like he’d shocked her.“D
Hate You, Till I Don't Chapter Forty-Four: Caught on Camera
POV: Blended (Ave + Blake)Ave — Monday Afternoon, Robotics WingShe didn’t mean to do it.Didn’t plan it.But the air between them was thick. Tension had been crackling for weeks like a static charge waiting for skin.They were alone — at least, they thought they were.Wires tangled on the workbench. Their fourth prototype was finally blinking like it had a heartbeat. She laughed, triumphant, and turned to Blake.And Blake was already looking at her.Not at the board.Not at the blinking lights.At her.She didn’t think.She moved.Their mouths met with the force of everything they hadn’t said. Months of eye contact, sarcasm, frustration, closeness. It crashed through them in one kiss — desperate, clumsy, electric.She pressed her hand to his chest. His breath hitched.It wasn’t a maybe.It was yes, finally.Until—A sound.A shuffle.The click of a phone camera.They broke apart like guilty teenagers.Ave spun toward the door.Too late.Someone had been there.And now someone knew.
Hate You, Till I Don't Chapter forty- three: Date or Strategy Meeting?
POV: Ave + Blake Ave — Saturday Morning, Coffee Shop Vibes Ave didn’t do coffee shops. She liked her espresso bitter, like her memories, and preferred getting it from a vending machine in the science wing. Fast, hot, emotionless. Like a bad hookup you could walk away from without guilt. But this? This was suspiciously cozy. Wooden tables. Tiny succulents in mismatched mugs. Indie music humming under the buzz of conversation. One girl with pink hair was sketching quietly in the corner. A couple was arguing about astrology signs over oat milk. And across the table? Blake Monroe, looking like he belonged here. Hoodie rolled to his elbows. Wristbands tucked under a coffee sleeve. His laptop open but barely touched. His eyes not leaving her. Ave stirred her drink and refused to meet his gaze. “This is not a date,” she muttered. Blake tilted his head. “Did I say it was?” “You’re acting like it is.” “You’re dressed like it is.” Ave glanced down at her cropped
Hate You, Till I Don't Chapter Forty-Two: Old Enemies, New
POV: Ave + Blake Ave — After the Top 4 Announcement Ave had made a list in her notes app titled "People I Will Outshine Before I Graduate." Guess who was number one? Yep. Raven Effing Sinclair. The same Raven who got announced first at the finalist reveal. The same Raven whose team wore matching metallic jackets to the semifinal mixer and called themselves “The Architects.” The same Raven who once told Ave to “take a few online classes” because she “wasn’t built for technical thinking.” And now? Now they’d be competing against each other for the top prize. Again. Ave stared across the room at the girl in glittering lip gloss and a glass smile, the same one who had manipulated and sabotaged her prototype during their last shared contest. Raven was leaning against the judges' display table, talking animatedly to one of the sponsors. Fake. Polished. Lethal. Ave’s blood simmered. “I thought you said you weren’t scared of people watching,” she muttered. Beside her, Blake s
Hate You, Till I Don't Chapter Forty-One: Final Four Teams
POV: Blended (Ave + Blake)Ave — The Announcement RoomThe walls of the auditorium felt like they were pressing inward as the screen lit up. Her hands were cold. Her heart wasn’t.All four remaining teams stood at the front, shoulder to shoulder like chess pieces. Judges on one side. Audience on the other. Pressure everywhere.Her fingers brushed Blake’s by accident.He didn’t move.Neither did she.Not when the projector blinked to life, not when the first finalist name was called. It wasn’t them. It was Raven’s team.Predictable.She looked to her left and saw the smirk on Raven’s face. Arrogant. Inevitable.> Don’t look at her. Look forward.And she did—just as the second finalist team name appeared.Not them.Only two slots left.Then—> “Third finalist: Team Halcyon—Ave Santiago and Blake Monroe.”The room didn’t explode. It didn’t need to.Just one loud gasp from Nia in the back.One quiet, sharp inhale from Blake beside her.One pulse racing through Ave’s ribs like it wanted to
Hate You, Till I Don't Chapter Forty: We Were Always Gonna Burn
POV: Blended (Blake + Ave) --- Blake – Friday Night, Robotics Lab (Again) The lab wasn’t quiet anymore. Not after that kiss. The hum of the prototype. The click of Ave’s fingers brushing the metal frame. The chaos inside his chest. Blake hadn’t planned it — the kiss. But he didn’t regret it. Not one bit. Ave was sitting three feet away from him now, legs folded under her, eyes on the circuitry like nothing had happened. But her posture was all wrong — too still. Too aware. “I’m not going to apologize,” he said. Her hands paused. “For what?” “You know what.” Ave didn’t look at him. “You should.” Blake blinked. “Wait—what?” She finally met his gaze. Not cold. Not angry. Just… shaking slightly beneath the surface. “You should apologize,” she said slowly. “Because now we can’t go back.” Blake’s chest tightened. “I don’t want to go back.” “That’s not the point.” He sat up straighter. “Then what is the point?” Ave’s voice lowered to a whisper. “We were fine. We had a
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