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And Just Like That, It Was War
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Playing Hard To Get Just One Text
It was 11:42 p.m. when she finally picked up her phone.The knock had happened hours ago. The kiss. The confessions. The way his mouth had felt on hers, warm and real and impossibly gentle, like he was still memorizing her.She hadn’t expected him tonight. She hadn’t expected herself to open the door either.But she had.She’d let him in. Let herself feel him. Kiss him back like she’d been waiting for it longer than she wanted to admit.And now she was in her bed, wrapped in her comforter, his kiss still tingling on her mouth, her phone face up on the blanket beside her.Jaxon’s name sat there in her messages.No unread texts. No blue dots.Just the memory of his hands, his voice, his forehead pressed to hers when he’d whispered that he’d loved her since kindergarten.Her cheeks flushed just thinking about it.Every message between them had been silent paper things. Handwritten. Folded. Tucked away like secrets.You made the world feel real. Even when I wasn’t.She traced the edge of
Playing Hard To Get Just the Knock
There was a knock.Soft. Two taps.Her heart knew before her brain did.It was him.She froze mid-scroll on her laptop, one leg curled under her, the other dangling off the side of her bed. The hum of Grey’s Anatomy reruns floated up from the living room, but she wasn’t really listening.She hadn’t expected him tonight.Not with her dad home.Not after everything.But here he was.She stared at her bedroom door, her heart thudding like it wanted to sprint ahead of her.She slid off the bed, feet hitting the floor soundlessly. She crossed the room, hand hovering over the doorknob.Then she heard the creak of the stairs. Heavy. Hesitant.Another knock. Just once.And she stood there, her palm resting on the knob, the coolness seeping into her skin.Then—softly, almost like he was speaking to himself through the wood—she heard him say her name."Harper."And that was all it took.She turned the knob and opened the door.Jaxon stood there, taller in the dim hallway light, his curls pushed
Playing Hard To Get I Meant It
There wasn’t a hoodie. No ball cap pulled low. No skulking around like some heartbroken cliché.Jaxon Brooks walked into school Friday morning wearing his letterman jacket, curls pushed back, chin high.If anyone had something to say, he’d hear it.Because for once, he wasn’t pretending.No fake smiles. No playing the role of the golden boy. No sidestepping the truth just because it was easier.This wasn’t about popularity. It wasn’t about damage control.It was about her.And if Harper Lane was going to keep ignoring him, pretending he didn’t exist, that was fine. But he wasn’t going to pretend she didn’t matter.Not anymore.He leaned against the lockers outside her first period class, like it was nothing. Like his heart wasn’t pounding out of his chest when she turned the corner.She walked past without looking up.But her hand tightened on her bag strap.She noticed.She always noticed.At lunch, Jaxon didn’t sit at his usual table. Didn’t high-five teammates. Didn’t nod along whi
Playing Hard To Get The Breakup, the Fallout, and the Silence
The Breakup, the Fallout, and the SilenceJaxon – Senior Year, Age 18When he kissed her, he didn’t think it would change everything.It was raining. She opened the door, her eyes locking with his, and in that second, he stopped thinking.He just kissed her.No plan. No backup story. No excuses lined up for Kenzie. No excuses for himself.He kissed Harper Lane like he’d wanted to for too long—since before he had the guts to admit it. Since before he’d whispered that he loved her that night at the lake.And then he left.Because staying meant explaining.And he wasn’t ready for that.The breakup came the next night.Kenzie was already tipsy when he found her at the party, cup in hand, eyeliner smudging just slightly under the weight of the night. She was surrounded by people who loved the sound of their own voices, who loved watching the cracks in other people’s lives.He pulled her outside.Told her the truth—that it wasn’t working. That he was done pretending perfect.She didn’t cry
Playing Hard To Get Targets Painted in Lip Gloss
By Wednesday morning, Harper couldn’t walk down a hallway without feeling like she’d grown two extra heads.The stares weren’t subtle anymore. The whispers weren’t whispers.They were daggers with smiles.“She’s the junior he dumped Kenzie for?” “No way she’s just tutoring him or whatever. You know they’ve been messing around.” “I heard she’s been obsessed with him for years. Freak finally snapped.”Harper kept her head down. Hoodie up. Backpack gripped tight. She’d walked these halls for three years, practically invisible—and now she couldn’t breathe without someone dissecting it.And worse than the whispers were the eyes. Everyone looked at her differently now. Not just like she didn’t belong, but like she’d invaded some unspoken rule of high school hierarchy.All it took was a breakup, a party, a crying Snap story from Kenzie, and Jaxon’s kiss in the parking lot to turn her into a villain.She should’ve felt powerful. She felt hunted.Mia was at full DEFCON 1.“I swear, if one more
Playing Hard To Get And Just Like That, It Was War
Chapter Thirteen: And Just Like That, It Was WarMonday started the same way every Monday did—gray skies, crowded hallways, Harper’s hoodie pulled up like armor, earbuds in even though nothing was playing. She moved through the building like a ghost.She hadn’t seen Jaxon since the night he kissed her in the rain. She hadn’t heard from him either. No texts. No knocks. Just silence.And she told herself that was good.Because the kiss had wrecked her.Not just the kiss—the way he’d looked at her afterward. Like he was deciding something. Like he was leaving something unsaid. And she hadn’t asked what, because she’d been too afraid of the answer.She didn’t tell Mia. She didn’t tell anyone. She’d locked it inside, pretending that if she kept it quiet, it would lose its weight.It didn’t.By third period, her phone buzzed against her leg. She ignored it. But it buzzed again, more insistent.Mia: Girl. Check Snap. Now.Harper’s stomach dropped. She opened Snapchat reluctantly.Kenzie Matt
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