تسجيل الدخولNOAH'S POV I wasn't looking for a book. I was looking for the reason my life was currently a heap of smoldering ash.I found her in the corner of the law section, tucked between two shelves of leather-bound records. She was sitting on the floor, her back against the mahogany, a single desk lamp casting a harsh light over her. She looked up when my boots hit the carpet, and for a second, the world just stopped turning.I walked into her space, my height cutting off the light until she was looking up at me from the dark."Noah," she breathed.I reached out, my hand slamming against the bookshelf above her head. The sound was a violent crack in the silence of the library. I leaned down, my face inches from hers, my breath hitching in a way that had nothing to do with the walk up the stairs."You think you can hide back here?" I rasped, my voice a jagged edge. "You think if you stay in the dark long enough, I’ll forget that you’re the one set to ruin me?""I'm here to ruin you, Noah," sh
ELENA'S POV They say the silence after a tragedy is the loudest thing you’ll ever hear.Tonight, the tragedy wasn't the car in the canyon, it was the hollow, echoing stillness of the locker room after Noah Hale had just set fire to his own crown. Outside, the world was a riot—sirens, screaming fans, and the flash-fry of paparazzi cameras—but in here, under the flickering fluorescent light, there was only the sound of a man breaking.Noah was slumped on the bench, his jersey hanging from his frame like a shroud. He looked less like a fallen king and more like a ghost that had finally run out of places to haunt.I didn't say anything as I approached. I couldn't. My heart was a bruised, frantic thing, hammering against my ribs with a rhythm that felt like glass shards. I stopped when my sneakers hit the puddle of melted ice by his feet."You should get out of here," I whispered. "Before the board of directors finds a way to lock the doors."He didn't look up. He didn't even move. "Let t
NOAH’S POVI was halfway through taping my left ankle when the first phone chimed then a second. Within ten seconds, the room was a symphony of digital alerts. Jax was standing by the equipment rack. He looked at his screen, his face draining of colour until he looked like he’d been carved from chalk. He didn't say a word. He just walked over and dropped his phone into my lap.I didn't have to scroll. The headline from The Ridgewood Insider was already screaming at me in bold, black-and-white malice.BLIND ITEM: The Wreckage of a Golden Boy.Which star Raven is flying on clipped wings? Word is that a certain 'Captain' didn't just earn his stripes on the court. Years ago, a midnight drive in a certain canyon ended in a wreckage that was bought. A girl took the fall, a career was saved, and the truth was buried under a six-figure 'donation.' But ghosts have a way of digging themselves up. Tic-toc, Noah. The clock is striking twelve.My vision tunneled and the air in the room turned into
ELENA'S POV "You left your scarf in the alcove." Noah said it across the breakfast table like he was reporting the weather. I looked at him. He looked at his food. Ethan, sitting between us, looked at the ceiling with the expression of someone who had made a personal commitment to staying out of it and was finding that commitment genuinely difficult to honour."Thank you," I said."It's on the bench outside the media room.""Okay.""It was still there this morning.""Noah.""Just making sure you knew.""I know. Thank you."He nodded and continued not making eye contact with the dedicated focus of someone disarming a bomb. I wrapped both hands around my coffee cup and stared into it and thought about the alcove and the concrete floor and his arm around my shoulders and the way he'd said I'm not going anywhere in the dark.Then I thought about the fact that we were currently sitting at a breakfast table pretending none of that had happened.This was fine. Everything was fine.The thin
NOAH'S POVIt started raining at nine forty-seven.I know the exact time because I was on the court running free throws when the first crack of thunder hit, and I checked my phone out of habit, and the weather app said severe storm warning until 2AM in the cheerful way weather apps delivered bad news. I kept shooting.The thing about storms at Ridgewood was that they came in from the mountain pass to the north and they arrived fast and they arrived with no warning drizzle. One minute the sky was clear and the next the whole world was water and thunder. I'd been caught in one before so I knew better than to think about that.I shot until my arm ached and then I shot some more. My phone buzzed at ten twenty-three.Ethan: Seen Elena? She left the library twenty mins ago and she's not answering her phone. Storm's getting really bad.I stood at the free throw line and read the message twice. I was out the gym door in forty seconds.I had no jacket. The cold hit immediately and completely
ELENA'S POV "You're in my seat."I looked up from my laptop. Noah was standing on the other side of the media room table with a coffee cup in each hand and the expression of someone who had decided to be difficult about something small because they couldn't be honest about something large."There are eleven other seats in this room," I said."I always sit there.""You don't even come to the media room.""I'm here now."I looked at him. He looked at me. Three days had passed since the showcase. Three days since go back to whatever hole you crawled out of had come out of his mouth in front of sixty people and landed somewhere in my chest that still hadn't fully recovered. Three days of complete silence. Nothing.And now he was here. Standing over me with two cups of coffee like the last seventy-two hours hadn't happened. Like he hadn't said what he'd said in front of my supervisors and my peers and the faculty members whose opinions had actual consequences for my career.Like I was jus







