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Chapter 54 The Night I Chose Him.
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The cool night air brushed against my skin as we stepped out of Adrian’s house. The music faded behind us, replaced by the soft hum of crickets and the distant rush of passing cars.Asher’s hand found mine again, his fingers warm and steady. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. There wasn’t much to say. Every unspoken thought lingered in the air between us, heavy but gentle — like the pause between heartbeats.“Are you sure?” he asked quietly, unlocking his car.I looked up at him. His face was half-shadowed by the streetlight, eyes searching mine for an answer he already knew.“I’m sure,” I whispered.He studied me for a moment longer, as if giving me one last chance to change my mind. Then he nodded softly and opened the door for me.The drive felt endless and too short all at once. My heart was loud in my chest, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. Every time I looked over, Asher was glancing at me too — not with hunger or impatience, but something deeper. A quiet kind of awe.Wh
Love Wasn’t Part Of The Plan Chapter 54 The Night I Chose Him.
I paced around my room for what felt like hours, my heart hammering louder with every step. The floor creaked under my bare feet as I rehearsed the words in my head again and again — How do I tell my parents I’m going to a party tonight… and that I might not come home?It sounded impossible. No matter how I twisted it, I could already hear my dad’s voice: Absolutely not, Ivy.I ran a hand through my hair and groaned softly. I’d never felt so nervous — not even the night before a big exam. Tonight was different. Tonight… meant something.After everything Asher and I had been through, after all the almosts and the maybes, this was the night we’d finally stop running from what we both felt.But first, I had to make it out of the house.An idea sparked in my mind.Zoe.Grabbing my phone, I dialed her number. She answered on the second ring, her voice calm but curious.“Hey, Ivy. What’s up?”“Zoe, are you going to Adrian’s party tonight?” I asked quickly, chewing on my lip.“Uh, yeah,” she
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The morning sun streamed through the tall glass windows of Preston High, and the campus buzzed with the usual chatter — footsteps echoing against polished floors, lockers slamming, laughter spilling down the hallways. But something about today felt lighter. Maybe it was because Asher and I had walked into school together, fingers brushing, sharing quiet smiles that drew more than a few stares.Asher didn’t seem to care. In fact, he leaned in closer, his hand brushing against my waist as we walked. “You’re smiling too much,” he teased. “People will think I’m funny or something.”I nudged him playfully. “Or they’ll think I finally found a reason to be happy.”That earned me one of his soft, crooked smiles — the kind that made my heart skip, even after everything. He looked at me like I was something rare. Like I was his peace.We walked into Mr. Hale’s classroom just before the bell rang. The moment we stepped inside, the room went quiet. A few students whispered, and I caught snippets
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The street was quiet, washed in the soft orange light of evening when I finally spotted him — hands shoved in his pockets, his strides long and quick like he was walking away from more than just me.“Asher!” I called, my voice cutting through the air.He didn’t stop right away. It took a second shout — louder, breathier — before he turned, his expression half shadowed, half conflicted.I jogged up to him, my heartbeat thudding, both from the run and from the tension that hadn’t faded since Adrian showed up.“You walk fast,” I muttered, slightly breathless.He raised an eyebrow. “You were busy,” he said flatly. “Didn’t want to interrupt.”The edge in his voice stung more than I wanted to admit. I crossed my arms, trying to sound casual. “You’re mad.”“I’m not mad.”“You’re totally mad.”He looked away, jaw flexing. “Maybe a little.”I sighed. “You left without your car. Why didn’t you just drive off dramatically like you always do?”That earned me a small, reluctant smirk. “It’s at the
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The air between us still buzzed softly from Asher’s kiss when the sound of footsteps made me freeze. A familiar voice — low, calm, but slightly hesitant — broke through the quiet.“Ivy.”I stiffened before I even turned around. I’d know that voice anywhere.Adrian.He stood a few steps away, hands tucked in the pockets of his black jacket, his hair a little messy like he’d been running his hand through it too many times. There was something different about him — his usual confidence had been replaced with something quieter, heavier.Asher’s arm tensed slightly beside me, the warmth from his hand fading as he straightened.“What do you want, Adrian?” His tone wasn’t sharp, but it was edged — careful and cold.Adrian’s eyes flicked briefly to him, then back to me. “Can we talk?”Asher scoffed. “Talk? After everything your mother did to her?”I touched his arm gently. “Asher, please—”But he wasn’t done. He took a step forward, voice rising. “She humiliated her, Adrian. Threw money at he
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By morning, my eyes felt raw from crying. The world outside my window was soft and gray — that kind of washed-out light that makes everything look tired. I hadn’t really slept; I’d only drifted in and out of a haze of memories. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mrs. Pierce’s face, the way she looked at me like I was something she’d scraped off her shoe.When my phone buzzed again, I didn’t need to check to know who it was.Asher.He’d called through most of the night — message after message, his name lighting up the screen like a pulse I couldn’t ignore. But I did. Because I didn’t know what to say. Because how do you tell someone that the world they live in just spat you out?I shoved the phone under my pillow and sat up, my body aching, my head heavy. Mum was already up, moving quietly in the kitchen, pretending not to watch me too closely. Dad had left for work earlier, though I could still feel the weight of his anger in the air — the kind that doesn’t need shouting to be loud.B
