Lila’s lying to me.I know it. I’ve always known when something’s off with her. She’s never been good at hiding her feelings—at least, not from me. We’ve been friends too long. I can read the way her eyes shift when she doesn’t want to tell the truth, the way her voice goes softer when she’s trying not to hurt someone.And right now? She’s hiding something.Something big.When she sat across from me in the library yesterday, I wanted to believe her smile. I wanted to believe her “I’m just tired.”But I couldn’t.Because the truth is, she hasn’t been tired. She’s been distracted.And I think I know why.Jason Cole.Even saying his name in my head makes my chest tighten.Jason—the guy who’s had every girl wrapped around his finger since freshman year. The guy who turns every hallway into his stage, every party into his kingdom. The guy who, somehow, managed to turn Lila into his next big performance.I thought she was smarter than that. I thought she saw through him.But maybe I was wro
I don’t know what’s worse—Jason showing up at my house in the middle of the night like some reckless rom-com hero, or the fact that I actually went outside to meet him.What does that say about me?Probably nothing good.Because normal girls don’t sneak out at midnight just to listen to the school’s biggest flirt tell them he’s “not faking it anymore.”Normal girls don’t stand frozen in their driveway, shivering, waiting for their heart to stop racing after he leans close enough to make the world spin.And normal girls definitely don’t lie awake after, replaying every second of it instead of sleeping.But then again… I’ve never been normal around Jason Cole.The next morning, I looked like a zombie. Ava noticed immediately when I slid into our usual seat at the cafeteria table.“Okay,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “What’s wrong with you? You’ve got dark circles, your hair looks like a bird built a nest in it, and you’re chewing your straw like it owes you money.”I groaned, dropping
She said she didn’t know.Those three words have been stuck in my head all day, looping over and over like a broken record.Do you like me?“I don’t know.”It wasn’t a no.And for someone like me, who’s used to every girl in this school either saying yes or pretending they don’t care when they actually do, hearing “I don’t know” from Lila felt like the most honest answer I’ve ever gotten.But it also messed me up. Because if she doesn’t know… then what the hell am I supposed to do?In history class, I didn’t hear a word the teacher said. I just sat there, doodling in the margins of my notebook while stealing glances at Lila two rows ahead.She kept her head down, hair falling like a curtain, chewing on her pen the way she always does when she’s nervous.And I couldn’t help wondering if she was nervous because of me.God, I hoped so.At practice after school, the guys noticed something was off.“Yo, Cole,” Ryan called, smirking as he tossed the ball to me. “Why do you look like somebod
When my phone buzzed with Alex’s name, I froze.I knew what it would say before I even opened it.Alex: You seemed quiet today. Are you okay?He always noticed. Always asked. Always cared.And that was the problem.Because I wasn’t okay. And the reason I wasn’t okay was the very thing I couldn’t tell him.I stared at the screen, my thumb trembling. For a second, the truth sat heavy in my throat, begging to be typed out.No, Alex. I’m not okay. Because every time Jason looks at me, I can’t breathe. And I hate myself for it. And I hate that it’s not you I’m falling for.But I couldn’t do that to him. Not when he’s been the one constant in my life. Not when I might break him with just a sentence.So I typed the lie instead.Me: Yeah, just tired. Don’t worry.When the three little dots disappeared, I felt like a coward.Because the truth is, Alex deserves so much more than half-smiles and excuses. He deserves someone who looks at him the way I can’t stop looking at Jason.And I hate that
There’s a certain kind of silence that hurts more than words ever could.Lila’s silence has been killing me all week.It’s not the dramatic kind—she still talks to me, still smiles when I crack a joke, still sits next to me in class. But it’s thinner now, like a smile drawn on fragile glass, and if I touch it too hard it’ll shatter.And every time I notice it, I know who’s behind it.Jason Cole.The thing about Jason is—he doesn’t ask for space. He just takes it. And people let him, because he’s Jason. He’s the guy who lights up a room without even trying. He’s the guy who makes everything look easy, who laughs like the world belongs to him.I’ve always been fine staying in the background. The steady one. The guy people rely on. I thought that would be enough for Lila.But when Jason came along, I saw something shift in her.And I hated it.After English today, I stayed behind a moment to pick up a paper I’d dropped. By the time I stepped into the hall, Jason already had her cornered.
If I thought sleep would clear my head, I was wrong.I woke up with the same storm in my chest, only worse. My brain kept replaying Jason’s voice in the library—soft, serious, almost desperate.“I’m not messing around, Lila.”The thing is, Jason doesn’t do serious. Not unless he means it.And now, I can’t stop wondering if I’ve been wrong about him this whole time.At school, I tried pretending everything was fine. Smiled at Ava, copied notes in math, laughed when someone made a joke about our history teacher’s weird bow ties. But underneath, I was unraveling.Every hallway I walked down felt like a minefield.Alex caught up to me before English. “Hey,” he said, falling into step beside me. His voice was calm, steady, exactly what I should’ve wanted.“Hey,” I whispered back.“You didn’t answer my text last night.”Guilt stabbed me. “Sorry. I was… tired.”He gave me a small smile. “It’s okay. I just wanted you to know I wasn’t pressuring you. Whatever you’re feeling—I’ll wait.”Wait.T