로그인Preston High was supposed to be my chance at a better life. Instead, I’m the scholarship girl, the outsider everyone whispers about. Every hallway stare reminds me I don’t belong. I’ve spent my life surviving, not feeling. Love? I don’t even know what that means. Then Asher sees me, the quiet boy with kind eyes who makes me feel safe for the first time. But just as I start to breathe again, Adrian crashes in, the arrogant bad boy who rules the halls with his smirk and dares me to feel things I don’t understand. Two hearts. Two risks. One choice. Preston High 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?
더 보기By Monday morning, my nerves were a wreck.I’d barely slept the night before, tossing and turning as I replayed Asher’s words in my head — “We’ll face it together.” They were beautiful. Brave. Comforting. But they didn’t stop my stomach from twisting into knots every time I thought about what was coming next.The meeting was set for 5 p.m. at our house.My mom said it so casually over breakfast — “Tell Asher’s parents to come over this evening so we can talk like adults.” Like it was no big deal. Like she wasn’t planning to dissect every detail of my relationship under a microscope.My dad, on the other hand, just grunted and adjusted his glasses. I could tell he was uneasy too. He’d barely said a word since my ,um and I spoke last night, she probably told him. The guilt still lingered, heavy and unspoken between us.When I texted Asher the time, his reply was instant.Asher: “We’ll be there. My mom’s nervous, my dad’s pretending he’s not, and I’m trying not to throw up. So, normal.”
The silence after my mom left felt deafening.The ticking of the clock on my nightstand seemed louder than it had any right to be. Each second sounded like a countdown — to what, I didn’t know. Maybe to the moment I’d have to tell Asher that my mom wanted to meet his parents.My fingers trembled as I picked up my phone. His name glowed on the screen like it was waiting for me to make a move I wasn’t sure I was ready for.Asher Reyes.I hesitated for a moment, staring at the text box. What was I even supposed to say?Hey, my mom wants to meet your parents because she found out we… you know?Yeah. No. That sounded like a terrible idea.Before I could overthink it further, my phone buzzed — a message from him.Asher: “You’re settled?”I exhaled in relief, my thumbs moving before my brain could stop them.Me: “Yeah.”His reply came almost immediately.Asher: “Can we talk?”The three dots blinked and disappeared. Then blinked again. He was nervous too. I could feel it.Me: “Sure. Where?”A
The silence after those four words felt like a storm waiting to break.My chest tightened. My throat went dry.“M–Mom…” I started, my voice trembling. “I—”Before I could finish, she stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her with a quiet click. The sound was soft, but it hit harder than a shout.Her eyes — usually so calm, so warm — were burning. “Tell me it’s not what I think it is.”I couldn’t. I didn’t know how.Her gaze flicked to my phone on the bed, still glowing faintly with Zoe’s name. “You lied,” she whispered. “You told us you were sleeping at Zoe’s.”“I— I was—”The slap came fast. Sharp. Loud.My head snapped to the side, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The sting burned across my cheek, but the pain wasn’t just on my skin — it cut deeper, somewhere near my heart.Her hand shook as she lowered it, her breathing uneven. “How could you, Ivy? How could you deceive us like that?”Tears pricked my eyes, blurring her face. “I didn’t mean—”“What got into you?” she
The morning light was soft, golden — the kind that made the world look gentler than it really was. It streamed through the car window and painted everything it touched with quiet warmth — my hands, the dashboard, the edge of Asher’s jaw as he drove. The world outside blurred past us. Somewhere in the distance, a bird was singing. Everything felt too peaceful for what my heart was doing inside my chest.Asher’s car purred quietly down the street, the windows half-open to let in the early morning breeze. My hair fluttered against my face, carrying with it the faint scent of his cologne — that warm, musky scent that had clung to my skin since last night. Every time the wind shifted, it found me again, soft and dizzying, wrapping around me like a memory I couldn’t escape.Neither of us spoke at first. The silence wasn’t awkward. It was full. Heavy, but tender — like a song only we could hear. Every unspoken thought hung in the space between us, weaving itself into the rhythm of the road.
By the time I reached home, the night had already swallowed the streets. The air was cold, biting at my skin as I walked the last few blocks barefoot — I hadn’t even realized I’d left my shoes somewhere on the sidewalk. My hands were shaking, the crumpled bills pressed tightly in my fist like a wou
The silence in the Pierce mansion felt heavier after Mrs. Pierce’s voice sliced through the air.She didn’t have to raise it — her words carried power without volume. That kind of quiet, restrained sharpness that only the rich seemed to master.I turned toward her slowly, my palms damp, my pulse tr
The evening air inside the Pierce mansion felt different — too quiet, too still, as if even the walls were holding their breath. Every sound felt amplified, sharp, echoing through my nerves as I wiped down the marble counter in the living room.I shouldn’t have been here.Not after everything that
By the time I got home, my throat was raw, and my head felt like it was full of static. The argument, the shouting, the looks — everything from school kept replaying in my mind like a scene I couldn’t shut off.I slammed the front door behind me, pressing my back to it for a second as if I could sh
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