LOGINIsabella"Who was he?"Jacob didn't look up from his coffee. "Who was who?""Don't." I sat down across from him at the kitchen table, the same table he'd been hunched over at midnight with a box of old photographs. "The guy in the picture. Your friend. I want a real answer this time, not 'nobody' and not 'old friend, doesn't matter.'""Bells, it really doesn't matter.""It mattered enough that you spent half the night going through a box of old photos and then locked every window in the house afterward." I kept my voice steady, even though my hands weren't. "That's not nothing, Dad."He set his mug down slowly, and for a second I actually thought he might tell me... the same flicker of almost-honesty I'd seen from him before, right at the edge of breaking through."He was someone I knew a long time ago," he said finally. "Before you were born. It's ancient history. It has nothing to do with your life.""Then why did seeing James yesterday make you look like you'd seen a ghost?""I did
Isabella POV "So this is the famous Jacob," James said, grinning as we walked out of the hardware store and ran straight into my dad loading paint cans into his truck. "Bells talks about you more than you'd probably guess."I hadn't planned for them to meet like this... hadn't planned for them to meet at all, honestly, not yet, not until I'd figured out how to explain James without it turning into another lecture about staying away from him."Dad, this is James," I said. "He's in my grade. We've been hanging out."Jacob turned around with a paint can still in his hands, and the second his eyes landed on James, every ounce of color drained straight out of his face.He didn't say anything for a full three seconds. Just stood there, frozen, the paint can slipping slightly in his grip like his hands had forgotten how to hold on to things."Dad?""Sorry... sorry, hi." He set the can down too carefully, like he needed the extra second to get his voice under control. "James, was it? Nice to
Isabella POV "Okay, hard question," James said, sliding into the seat across from me at the coffee shop like he'd been doing it for years instead of eleven days. "Pineapple on pizza. Yes or no. Choose wisely, because this determines whether we can actually be friends.""Obviously yes.""Oh, thank God." He put a hand over his heart, visibly relieved. "I was fully prepared to end this friendship before it started.""You're very dramatic for someone who claims to be new here.""I contain multitudes, I told you that already." He grinned, stealing a fry off my plate without asking, which had somehow become a habit in the last week and a half without either of us commenting on it. "Speaking of multitudes... how's the whole 'staying in Westside Eden' saga going? Last I heard your mom was staging an intervention via text message.""She booked me a flight. Two weeks. Apparently that's her version of a conversation now.""Brutal." He winced sympathetically. "You gonna go?""I don't know." I pi
Isabella POV "You've got a face like someone just canceled Christmas."I looked up from my locker to find him leaning against the one next to mine, hands in his pockets, grinning like we were already friends instead of two people who'd exchanged exactly zero words since he got thrown out of a party for scaring me half to death."Do I know you?""Not officially." He held out a hand like we were closing a business deal. "James. I believe we technically met at a party where your... boyfriend? Bodyguard? I never quite figured out his job title... physically removed me from the premises.""He's neither of those things.""Could've fooled me." His smile didn't waver, easy and unbothered, like getting thrown out of a party was a minor inconvenience rather than a genuine humiliation. "For what it's worth, I wanted to apologize properly. I came in a little strong that night. Bad first impression, and all that.""You did seem pretty determined to talk to me out of nowhere.""Guilty." He shrugge
Isabella POV "Okay, so, hypothetically," Sheila said, sliding a mini golf club across the table toward me, "if a guy has been ice-cold to you for literally no reason, the correct response is to have the most fun possible somewhere he can't see you. Just as a hypothetical.""Extremely subtle," I said. "Very sneaky. Nobody would ever guess this is about a guy.""I never said his name.""You didn't have to."Marv laughed, already lining up his own shot at the windmill hole, looking more like his old self than he had in days. "For the record, I fully support this plan. Mini golf, then milkshakes, then absolutely zero thoughts about my brother's emotional constipation.""Marv.""What? It's true. He's been walking around like someone stole his favorite hoodie for a week." He tapped the ball, missed spectacularly, and threw both hands up like the windmill had personally betrayed him. "This game is rigged.""You're just bad at it.""I'm strategically bad at it. There's a difference."I laugh
Isabella POV "You've been avoiding me for three days."Aiden didn't stop walking. "I've been busy.""Busy." I fell into step beside him anyway, refusing to let him out-walk the conversation the way he clearly wanted to. "Busy enough that you can't even look at me in the hallway? Busy enough that yesterday you took the long way around the entire courtyard just to avoid passing my locker?"That got him to stop. Just for a second, just long enough for something to flicker across his face before the wall came back down."You've been watching that closely?""Don't turn this around on me." My heart was going faster than I wanted it to, but I wasn't backing down, not this time. "Something happened. I don't know what, but something changed, and you've been colder than usual ever since, and I'm done pretending I haven't noticed.""Isabella...""No, I want an actual answer. Not a deflection. Not one of your one-word non-explanations." I crossed my arms, planting myself directly in his path. "W







