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Chapter One Hundred-Seven
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Rich Love Chapter One Hundred-Nine
J.J.’s POV — ContinuedIt’s one thing to watch someone move on without you.It’s another to watch them move on into something better.That’s what it was now. Every time I caught sight of Carolyn, I didn’t just see her avoiding me — I saw her thriving in a way that made my chest tighten. She wasn’t laughing or glowing like she used to, no. But there was a new kind of strength there, a steel edge to her every step.And then there was George.I’d catch him in little moments — walking beside her, holding a door open, standing with his hands casually in his pockets but angled just enough to block anyone from brushing past her too close.I noticed things most people wouldn’t.Like the way his eyes scanned the hall before she came through.Or the way he’d tilt his head when she spoke, as if memorizing every word.It was protective, yes, but also… grounded. Solid.And I hated how much I respected it.The next week, I found myself outside the library again. It was pathetic, really — I’d become
Rich Love Chapter One Hundred-Eight
J.J.’s POVThe first time I saw her back in the cafeteria after everything, it was like watching someone walk out of a grave.Not the messy, stumbling kind you’d expect from movies.No.She walked in like she’d chosen to be buried, like she’d carved her way through six feet of dirt just to stand taller than everyone in the room.Her braids were tied back in a way I’d never seen before — not soft, not playful. Sharp. Every strand was in place like she was daring someone to mess it up. Her blazer was buttoned to the last button. Her bag was carried like a weapon, not an accessory.And her eyes…They didn’t move the way they used to. No flitting around, no shy darting away when someone caught her gaze. She looked straight at people, like she was reading the fine print of their souls. And every single one of them looked away first.Even Emma.I was halfway through pretending to scroll through my phone when she passed my table. I thought maybe—just maybe—she’d glance at me. Even a flicker.
Rich Love Chapter One Hundred-Seven
Carolyn’s POVThe first thing I learned about survival was this: sometimes you don’t have to hide your wounds. You just have to learn to wear them like armor.I stepped out of my aunt’s car that morning with my head high and my hands deep in my blazer pockets. I was thankful that Emma and Julius always go to school in thier own cars, i have not learnt bto drive yet thats why i have still not driven the car aunty Pat gave me on my birthday, but for now i enjoyed getting dropped by her, using the driver or just following the commerical cabs or bus. The early air still held the chill of dawn, and the school grounds were damp from the night’s rain. My shoes clicked against the pavement, steady and unhurried, each sound a deliberate declaration: I’m here. I’m not running.The uniform felt different on me now. Not because it had changed, but because I had, espically after i refused to fold when i saw J.J's letter. My skirt was perfectly pressed, my tie knotted with surgical precision, the c
Rich Love Chapter One Hundred-Five
J.J.'s POVThere’s a strange sort of peace that comes from watching someone become untouchable.But peace doesn’t always mean comfort.It’s more like standing outside in the rain, letting it soak through your clothes without flinching. You’re still cold. Still wet. But you stop fighting it. You let it in.That’s how it felt watching Carolyn move through the school now.Untouchable.Immovable.And far, far beyond my reach.I found out she’d burned the letter.Of course she did. She was Carolyn. The Carolyn I broke and abandoned. The one I made bleed and let walk alone.And it hurt. More than I expected it to.I hadn’t even seen it burn. But someone told George, and George told Julius, and Julius thought it would help if I knew.“It means she read it,” he said.Yeah.And decided it wasn’t worth keeping.I spent most of my days in the art room now.Strange, right? I didn’t paint. I didn’t sketch. I barely had enough credit to be allowed in there. But the teacher didn’t care. He saw the l
Rich Love Chapter One Hundred - Five
arolyn’s POVI’ve stopped looking over my shoulder.Maybe that’s dangerous. Maybe it means I’ve gotten too used to the silence. Too comfortable in this new skin I’ve stitched together, thread by thread. But if fear taught me anything, it’s that sometimes the most dangerous thing is staying small to survive.And I’m done being small.The new term felt less like school and more like the aftermath of a storm. Everything still stood—the buildings, the uniforms, the rules—but none of it looked the same anymore. The faces that once mocked me now avoided my gaze. Those who whispered behind my back now hushed when I passed.Funny how quickly fear replaces mockery.But I didn’t bask in it.Power that feeds on fear dies with it.I had other plans.That morning, I walked into the library with purpose. Not to study. Not to browse.To gather.Names. Dates. Accounts. I wasn’t just building a case anymore. I was building a record.And I wasn’t doing it alone.Jide now met me every Tuesday in the bac
Rich Love Chapter One Hundred-Four
J.J.'s POVI used to be the sun of her world. The center of every one of her orbits, or so I thought. But now, I was the shadow she stepped over without even noticing.It didn’t happen all at once. Not even after the expulsion scandal crumbled. Not after Carolyn was cleared. Not even after I watched her walk past me like I was furniture in a room she no longer wanted to decorate.It was slow. Like erosion. One memory at a time.And now I sat alone in the corner booth of the café near school. The one we used to sneak off to when things got too loud. Carolyn would press her forehead to the window, watching cars blur past, mumbling about how peace was found in the noise of strangers.She wasn’t wrong.I stirred my coffee. Cold now.Bitter.Just like everything else.It had been two weeks since she returned to school. Since she became something else entirely.Colder. Sharper.She moved through the halls like glass and iron. Silent. Elegant. Dangerous.I hated how beautiful she looked like
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