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Chapter 5

مؤلف: TJ
Bianca was waiting outside the townhouse when Luca got home.

She hurried down the steps.

“Luca. Thank God.”

He stopped beside his car.

“They won’t let me inside. Please, you have to help me.”

Her eyes were swollen from crying.

“And Columbia—what if they take back my offer? You know people. Your father could call someone.”

Luca said nothing.

Bianca caught his sleeve.

“This is Elena’s fault. She already got into MIT. Why did she have to humiliate me?”

His expression hardened.

“She wanted Columbia.
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  • The Future He Couldn’t Steal   Chapter 7

    Luca never came to see me again after that.At first, I still expected to find him outside another building, holding another gift.I didn’t want him back. I knew we were over. But after years together, I still caught myself searching for his face in a crowd.Eventually, I stopped looking.Fall arrived. I moved into my dorm, registered for classes, and discovered that getting into MIT was considerably easier than keeping up with it.There were nights when I cried over problem sets.There were mornings when I went to class with wet hair and half a bagel in my hand.There were people who knew more than I did and were happy to teach me.I loved it.I heard about Luca from a friend during winter break.Columbia had withdrawn his offer.His father had wanted the family’s lawyers to challenge the decision. Luca had refused.“He’s taking classes somewhere else,” she said. “And working for his father.”“Is he okay?”“I don’t know. He doesn’t talk much anymore.”Bianca had taken a job and was co

  • The Future He Couldn’t Steal   Chapter 6

    By the end of the summer program, I had stopped thinking about Luca.There were other things to care about.A robot that kept missing its target. A teammate who insisted the problem was mechanical when I was certain it was in the code. On the afternoon of our final project showcase, our robot completed its task without knocking anything over.I laughed so hard my teammate hugged me.Then I saw Luca.He stood at the bottom of the steps, holding a small jewelry box.My smile faded.“How did you know I’d be here?”“The showcase was listed online.”He looked thinner. There were shadows beneath his eyes.“I just wanted five minutes.”I glanced back through the glass doors. My team was packing up our display.“Five minutes.”He opened the box.The emerald necklace.“I got it back.”I looked at the pendant, then at him.“Keep it.”“Elena—”“I don’t want it anymore.”His fingers tightened around the box.“I know what it meant to you.”“What it used to mean.”He lowered his hand.For months, I

  • The Future He Couldn’t Steal   Chapter 5

    Bianca was waiting outside the townhouse when Luca got home.She hurried down the steps.“Luca. Thank God.”He stopped beside his car.“They won’t let me inside. Please, you have to help me.”Her eyes were swollen from crying.“And Columbia—what if they take back my offer? You know people. Your father could call someone.”Luca said nothing.Bianca caught his sleeve.“This is Elena’s fault. She already got into MIT. Why did she have to humiliate me?”His expression hardened.“She wanted Columbia.”“Then why did she secretly apply to MIT?”“She wasn’t going to accept the offer.”Bianca’s hand loosened.“She was going to stay here,” he said. “With me.”“But—”“If I hadn’t taken that letter for you, she’d still be here.”Bianca studied his face. Then she stepped closer.“But she’s gone now.”She slid her arms around his waist.“You don’t have to keep thinking about her. I’m here.”Luca went still.“We can go to Columbia together. I won’t fight with you the way she did.”She looked up at hi

  • The Future He Couldn’t Steal   Chapter 4

    Luca watched the messages fill the screen.MIT is insane. Congratulations, Elena!Then someone tagged him.Did you know about this?He didn’t answer.For several seconds, he stared at my name beside MIT.Then he shook his head.I must have given the counselor that answer to scare him. To make him think I was really leaving New York.He called me. When he couldn’t get through, he opened our messages.Why does it say MIT?Elena. Answer me.Nothing.His brow furrowed.In the class chat, Bianca posted:That’s wonderful news, Elena. I just thought you would have told Luca before letting him find out like this.Even now, she wanted everyone to think I had wronged him.Then she approached Luca, her phone still in her hand.“You didn’t know?”“No.”She hesitated.“If she already had MIT, why was she so upset about the recommendation?”Luca looked up.“I mean, she made it sound like I’d taken her only chance,” Bianca continued softly. “But she’s going to her dream school. She could have told us

  • The Future He Couldn’t Steal   Chapter 3

    The class dinner was held in a private room at one of the Morettis’ restaurants.I put on a dress, tucked my phone into my bag, and went to see my friends.The room was already loud when I arrived.Bianca sat beside Luca.She wore a fitted ivory dress and the emerald necklace Luca had offered me outside school.His apology, apparently, had found someone more willing to accept it.Three girls were crowded around her chair.“So Columbia’s basically happening?”Bianca smiled. “We’re still waiting on the final confirmation.”“With Luca helping? I wouldn’t worry.”“Seriously. Most guys barely remember birthdays. Yours gets you into an Ivy.”Luca saw me standing in the doorway.His gaze moved to my face, then briefly to the necklace.He leaned back in his chair and made no move to call me over.He was waiting to see whether I would ask Bianca why she was wearing my necklace. Whether I would demand my seat back.I turned toward the other side of the table instead.Bianca spotted me and called

  • The Future He Couldn’t Steal   Chapter 2

    When I got home, I locked my bedroom door and pulled an empty box from the closet.Luca was everywhere.In the photograph beside my bed. In the sweatshirt draped over my desk chair. In the dried roses I had kept long after their petals turned brittle.I started with the photograph.We were standing outside the school gym after one of his games. His arm was around my shoulders.I remembered that night. He had kissed me in front of his friends, then taken me out for burgers. I laid the frame facedown in the box.The sweatshirt went next. Then the roses, the birthday gifts, the little things I had saved because he had touched them.A movie ticket slipped from the pages of a book.There had been good nights. That was what made this hurt. I couldn’t pretend I had imagined every kiss, every laugh, every promise whispered against my hair.But none of those memories could explain away what he had done.I put the ticket in the box.I was packing the last birthday card when my phone lit up.I

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