LOGINBeckettHolding Ella’s hand in front of half the school should have felt terrifying.Instead, it felt weirdly natural.Like my body had gotten tired of fighting something my heart had already decided weeks ago.The rumors didn’t magically stop.If anything, they got worse.People stared.People whispered.Tyler claimed three separate freshmen asked if Ella and I were secretly engaged.Sean nearly choked laughing when he heard that one.But for the first time, I honestly didn’t care.Not because the attention disappeared.Because Ella smiled more.And somehow that mattered more than everything else.By Thursday afternoon, practice had finally ended, and I was heading toward the parking lot when I heard someone call my name.“Beckett.”I turned automatically.Charlene.Great.Just what I needed.She was leaning against a car a few rows away, arms folded across her chest. Blonde hair perfectly styled. Makeup flawless. The kind of girl that had always fit naturally into my world.Or at le
BeckettThe rumors get worse by Tuesday.Not better.Not quieter.Definitely not less ridiculous.Worse.By first period, somebody has apparently decided Ella and I are secretly engaged.By second period, Tyler informs me that a sophomore asked if we were eloping after graduation.By lunch, Sean nearly falls out of his chair laughing because someone started a rumor that Ella got me to quit football and join the debate team.The worst part?People seem genuinely committed to these theories.“I’m serious,” Tyler says, still laughing as we walk through the hallway. “This kid swore you were changing your life for love.”“I hate everyone.”Sean pats my shoulder.“We know.”I shove him away.The thing is, none of that actually bothers me anymore.A few weeks ago?Sure.Maybe.I would’ve cared.I would’ve worried about what people were saying.What people thought.Whether I looked stupid.Now?Now I’m mostly irritated because I know exactly how this is affecting Ella.That’s what nobody unde
EllaI should have known.The universe had allowed me approximately twelve hours of happiness before deciding to humble me.That was apparently the limit.Because the second I stepped into school Monday morning, I knew something was wrong.Not wrong wrong.Not emergency wrong.Just…everyone-is-looking-at-me wrong.The parking lot looked exactly the same as always. Cars. Students. Teachers trying to pretend they weren’t already exhausted before first period.Normal.Everything should have felt normal.Instead, it felt like I had accidentally walked onto a stage.People kept looking.Not staring outright.Just those quick little glances people make when they think you’re not paying attention.Then whispers.Then more glances.Then somebody actually pointed.My stomach immediately dropped.“Nope.”Lila looked up from her phone.“What?”“Nope.”She followed my gaze toward a group of girls standing near the entrance.The second they noticed us looking, they turned away.Too late.I had al
EllaThe first thing I realize after Beckett kisses me is that I have absolutely no idea how to act like a normal human being anymore.The second thing I realize?Neither does he.Which honestly makes me feel a little better.The drive home is quiet.Not awkward quiet.Just…new.Every time I look at him, I remember that ten minutes ago he was kissing me in a restaurant parking lot.Every time he glances at me, his ears turn slightly red.It’s ridiculous.He’s ridiculous.We’re both ridiculous.The worst part?I can’t stop smiling.I try.I genuinely do.But every time I remember his face afterward, another smile appears.By the time we pull into the driveway, my cheeks actually hurt.“This is your fault.”Beckett glances over.“What is?”“The smiling.”His mouth twitches.“Pretty sure that’s not how fault works.”“It absolutely is.”“Interesting.”“I’m serious.”“Good thing I like your smile.”My entire brain immediately catches fire.I hate him.I really do.Unfortunately, I also li
BeckettI don’t remember what we talked about for the rest of dinner.That’s probably a problem.A serious one.Because I’m pretty sure Ella told me an entire story about a professor who accidentally emailed a test answer key to the wrong class.I know she did.I remember watching her laugh halfway through it.I remember the way her eyes lit up when she got excited.I remember the way she used her hands when she talked.I remember every single expression on her face.The actual story?No idea.Not a clue.Which means I’m either hopelessly distracted or suffering from a medical condition.Honestly, both feel possible.The waitress drops off the check.Ella immediately reaches for it.I immediately pull it away.Her eyes narrow.“Absolutely not.”“I was going to say the same thing.”“You invited me.”“And?”“And that means you’re not paying.”She looks genuinely offended.“I have money.”“I know.”“Then why can’t I use it?”I grin.“Because I’m trying to impress you.”Her cheeks immedia
EllaI should be excited.That’s what normal girls would be, right?Excited.Happy.Maybe a little nervous.Not standing in front of their closet for forty-five minutes staring at their clothes like they’re preparing for battle.Unfortunately, I am not a normal girl.I am a disaster.A complete disaster.And tonight is my first official date with Beckett Carter.The thought alone is enough to make my stomach perform gymnastics.I pull out three different shirts.Reject all three.Put one back.Take it back out.Reject it again.Then I flop dramatically onto my bed.“This is stupid.”My closet offers no solutions.Rude.A knock sounds against my door.Before I can answer, it opens.My mother walks inside carrying a basket of laundry.She takes one look at me sprawled across the bed surrounded by clothes and immediately starts laughing.“Oh, this is serious.”I sit up.“It is serious.”“Sweetheart, you’re going to dinner. Not war.”“You don’t understand.”“I absolutely understand.”No.
Beckett The pep rally should’ve been easy. Loud music. Stupid games. Teachers trying way too hard to convince everyone that Friday night’s game was somehow the most important event in human history. The band played half a song nobody recognized. The cheerleaders threw out t-shirts. Coach yelled
Ella I am absolutely not in love with Beckett Carter. That would be ridiculous. Dangerous. Potentially life-ruining. Do I think about him constantly? Unfortunately. Do I replay every conversation we’ve had before I fall asleep? Maybe. Do I get nervous every time he looks at me now? Definit
Ella “Maybe you’re just supposed to be yourself.” The words come out before I can overthink them. Honestly, I don’t even know where they came from. Maybe because I’m tired. Maybe because watching Beckett fight himself is exhausting. Or maybe because for the first time, I can actually see the p
Beckett “You can’t love me differently depending on who’s watching, Beckett.” The words follow me all the way home. Not in the dramatic movie way where everything suddenly goes silent and somebody stares out a rainy car window while sad music plays. Worse. Because they won’t leave. They’re the







