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Project Heartbreak 27
“Do you remember the lesson?” he asked, his voice a low thrum that seemed to vibrate in the confined space.My heart was a wild drum against my ribs. “What?”“The lesson,” he repeated, taking a slow, deliberate step forward. I instinctively took a step back. “We haven’t revised it in two days. I think you might have forgotten about it.”My back collided with a solid wooden table pushed against the wall, stopping my retreat. “I remember it,” I said, my voice breathless.Another step. He was right in front of me now, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body. “You do?”“I do.”A challenging glint sparked in his eyes. “Then show me.”Before I could process the command, his hands were on my waist. In one smooth, effortless motion, he lifted me and set me down on the edge of the table. The worn wood was cool even through my uniform trousers. He didn’t step back. Instead, he moved forward, standing between my legs, his hands settling on my thighs. The contact was electric. My b
Project Heartbreak 26
Monday morning arrived, and with it, a thick fog of confusion that had settled deep in my bones. Jax Ryder was an unsolvable equation. Fact one: He’d cornered me in a hallway, called me a “freak” and a “pervert,” his disgust palpable.Fact two: He’d climbed through my window, held my face with a shocking tenderness, and given me my first kiss.Which one was real? The homophobic jock or the patient, albeit arrogant, tutor? How could both exist in the same person? A groan escaped me as I trudged towards school. He was a walking, talking contradiction, and he had effectively short-circuited my ability to think about anything else.The upcoming Wednesday match was the only other topic buzzing through the halls. It was the state quarter-final. A win would propel Northwood into the semi-finals. One more victory after that, and they would be playing for the state championship. And the state champions went to Nationals. In the capital. It was a big deal, even I could feel it.Lost in my thou
Project Heartbreak 25
The air in my room was so thick you could choke on it. My heart was a frantic bird slamming against my ribs. Teach me? What did that even mean?“No,” I managed to stammer, taking a step back and hitting the edge of my bed. I sat down heavily. “That’s… that’s insane. You’re insane.”Jax didn’t seem bothered. He just followed, lowering himself onto the mattress beside me with that infuriating, casual grace. The springs creaked under his weight. My bed felt smaller, the space between us charged and dangerous.“It’s practical,” he said, as if explaining a simple math problem. “You’re a liability to yourself. You get flustered, you can’t form sentences. You need a baseline of competence.”“A baseline of competence?” I repeated, my voice squeaking. “This isn’t driver’s ed, Jax!”“Isn’t it?” He turned his head to look at me, his green eyes glinting in the dim light. “You’re scared to get behind the wheel because you don’t know how it works. So I’m offering lessons. No strings. No feelings. I
Project Heartbreak 24
“Nothing happened,” I said, too quickly, crossing my arms over my chest. I could still feel the phantom ache. “Why do you care?”He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Because you went from looking all... passably normal to looking like a ghost. And then you vanished.” He was studying my face, his expression unreadable. “So. Spill.”“I don’t have to spill anything to you,” I shot back, a spark of anger cutting through the numbness. “You’ve been avoiding me for a week. You don’t get to show up in the middle of the night and demand a report.”A flicker of something crossed his face. “That’s different.”“How? How is it different, Jax? Because it’s about you? Does the great Jax Ryder only knows how to deal with things on his own terms?”“Watch it, Reed,” he warned, his voice dropping.“No, you watch it!” The words burst out of me, fueled by a week of confusion and a night of heartache. “You can’t just... just glare at me one minute, and then ignore me, and then climb through my windo
Project Heartbreak 23
The victory high was a fragile bubble, and it popped the moment I decided to be brave.Orhan was still mesmerized by his prize, carefully folding the sacred jersey under Ben and Maya’s supervision. “I’m just... gonna go find the bathroom,” I mumbled, not meeting their eyes. I needed to see him, to say congratulations, to maybe have one small, real moment in the middle of all this chaos.My heart thumped a nervous rhythm as I wove through the celebrating crowds. I checked the locker room entrance, but the stream of players was thinning. As I was looking around I heard his laugh. It was lighter, more intimate than his game-time shouts. It came from the secluded garden path behind the stadium.My feet carried me forward, a foolish hope still flickering. I rounded the corner of the tall hedge, my congratulatory words dying on my lips.There he was. Asher, leaning against the old brick wall, a relaxed, happy smile on his face. It wasn’t his captain’s smile, or his friendly grin. This was s
Project Heartbreak 22
The buzz on Friday was a living thing. You could feel it in the hallways between classes, a current of excitement that made even the teachers a little less grim. Game day. I’d never been part of it before, always an observer from the edges. But today, I was in the thick of it, heading to the stadium with Ben and Maya, my heart doing a nervous little jig for reasons I couldn’t entirely name.The biggest shock, however, was walking beside me. Orhan.My brother, who usually regarded any form of school spirit with the same disdain he reserved for soggy cereal, had made a declaration that morning.“I need the shirt,” he’d said, over his toast.“What shirt?” I’d asked, distracted.“The one with Asher’s number. The 7 one.”I’d nearly dropped the milk carton. “You want a Northwood jersey? Since when do you care about soccer?”He’d given me one of his looks, the kind that made me feel like I was a particularly slow computer program. “It’s not about soccer. It’s about social strategy. Wearing h
Project Heartbreak 16
“Tomorrow?” I asked, picking the sesame seeds off my bun. “Tomorrow’s Saturday. No school.”Jax took a long pull from his chocolate shake. “Yeah, I know. Asher asked for your number. Said he wanted to text you to return your notes. He’ll probably hit you up tomorrow.”My hand froze halfway to my mo
Last Updated : 2026-03-17Project Heartbreak 21
The week dragged on, each day slower than the last. I hadn’t talked to Jax, hadn’t even seen him, except from a distance on the soccer field. He was a blur of motion, always turning away, always surrounded by his teammates or, occasionally, Anna. He was actively avoiding me.A bitter, confused knot
Last Updated : 2026-03-17Project Heartbreak 13
The entire History class was a blur of nervous anticipation. Mr. Davies’ lecture on the fall of the Roman Empire had nothing on the dramatic downfall happening in my own head. The notes were tucked neatly in my folder, my secret weapon. The plan, drilled into me by Jax, was simple: Asher would ask
Last Updated : 2026-03-17Project Heartbreak 17
The reply from Asher came through an hour later: Wanna meet at Central Park? 4 pm by the fountain?My stomach did a full somersault. Central Park. The fountain. It sounded so date-like. The panic set in immediately. I couldn’t do this alone.My thumbs flew over my phone’s screen, typing out a frant
Last Updated : 2026-03-17
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