MasukSeventeen-year-old Harper Lane has always flown under the radar. A curvy, quiet junior with a passion for sketching dragons and acing calculus, she’s the kind of girl people borrow notes from but never invite to parties. That’s fine by her—Harper has no time for popularity contests or high school heartbreaks. Until he starts talking to her. Jaxon Brooks is Madison Grove High’s golden boy—star quarterback, arrogant heartthrob, and very much taken. He’s everything Harper avoids... and everything she secretly can't stop watching. But when fate—and an unfortunately timed biology assignment—forces them together, Harper discovers there’s more to Jaxon than flawless abs and Instagram fame. He’s been watching her too. Caught between late-night texts, hallway tension, and the spotlight glare of Jaxon’s cheerleader girlfriend, Harper is suddenly drowning in attention she never asked for and feelings she doesn’t know how to handle. And Jaxon? He’s playing a dangerous game—torn between the girl who fits his image and the one who sees through it. In a world where likes mean love and screenshots can ruin lives, Harper must decide if risking everything for Jaxon Brooks is worth the heartbreak... or if some boys really are Out of Her League.
Lihat lebih banyak“No,” I agreed. “But waking up without her doesn’t feel simple either.”Daddy leaned forward, his elbows on his knees now, mirroring my posture like we were meetingin the middle. “You gotta ask yourself what matters more right now. And I’m not sayin’ throwaway your future or quit football, but I amsayin’—is this the version of your future that stillmakes sense?”That hit somewhere deep.Because the version of my future I’d always imagined did include football, yeah. But it alsoincluded Harper beside me. Her laugh in the kitchen. Her socks on my floor. Her being the firstthing I saw every morning, not just every other weekend.“I want her,” I said simply. “I want a life with her. Not a Google calendar full of scheduled callsand road trips. I want real, boring, beautiful, everyday life. With her.”They both smiled at that. Not surprised. Just proud.“Well,” Daddy said, “then you need options.”“You could transfer,” Mama offered. “Or look at housing closer to her. Maybe find a littl
Chapter Ninety-Two: Quiet DistanceJaxon Brooks noticed right away.No good morning text.No sleepy selfie in one of his hoodies.No “Morning, 23” with a sun emoji and a too-honest caption like this day already sucks but atleast you're cute.Just silence.And that silence hit different when it came from Harper Lane.He lay back on his dorm mattress, staring at the ceiling as the morning sun bled through theblinds. His phone sat on his chest, unopened messages from teammates pinging in every fewminutes—group chats about practice, the upcoming away game, someone asking whose socksgot stolen from the laundry room.But not a single one was from her.His thumb hovered over her name like it could summon her energy, that gentle Harper-ness thatalways grounded him. But the last thing she sent was a single word.Harper: Fine.Not even a period. Not even a heart or sarcastic emoji. Just fine.And it was anything but.He’d read their conversation from the night before at least ten times, tr
Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Sunday GoodbyeThe morning sun filtered through the lace curtains, casting soft golden streaks across thehardwood floors of Harper’s living room. The house was too still, like it was holding its breath.Only the scent of cinnamon rolls—Mia’s last-minute decision to bake—softened the heavinessthat hung in the air. That and the faint hiss of the coffee maker sputtering in the kitchen.Harper sat curled cross-legged on the couch, swaddled in the same blanket Jaxon had used thenight before. It smelled like him—cologne, clean cotton, a little like bonfire smoke. Her hair wasknotted into a messy bun, and her eyes were still swollen and pink from sleep—or maybe not justsleep. There was a particular kind of ache that came from knowing the day would end withoutthe person you loved still near.Mia sat beside her, their knees pressed together, both wearing mismatched pajama pants and oldT-shirts. She was uncharacteristically quiet, sipping from a chipped mug that
Chapter Seventy-Nine: Sunday Morning GlowThe sun came through the kitchen blinds in soft streaks, catching the dust in the air and makingeverything look golden and quiet. It was the kind of morning where the world felt like it washolding its breath, pausing just long enough to feel safe again.Harper padded into the kitchen in fuzzy socks and one of Jaxon’s sweatshirts—oversized,sleeves falling over her hands, and worn soft from all the times she’d borrowed it and he’d neveronce asked for it back. Her curls were a mess, falling in tangled waves past her shoulders, andshe rubbed one eye as she moved toward the coffee pot.On the couch, Jaxon stirred.He shifted under the throw blanket, blinked up at the morning light, and sat up slowly with agroan and a stretch. His back cracked, shoulders popping as he rolled them out. “Morning,” herasped, voice thick with sleep.“You’re a light sleeper,” Harper mumbled, already pouring a cup for him before making herown.“Nah,” he said with






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