Se connecterChapter thirty eightSophie's povThe moment I stepped inside the diner, the noise hit me all at once. Students occupied nearly every booth, waitresses moved between crowded tables carrying trays balanced on one hand, and conversations blended into a constant hum that filled every corner of the room. Under normal circumstances, I probably would've turned around and left. My head was already crowded enough without adding another hundred voices to it, but the second I spotted Tom sitting near the window with three chemistry books spread across the table and enough notes to prepare for a college lecture, a laugh almost escaped me despite everything weighing on my mind."Please tell me you didn't spend your afternoon preparing for this."Tom glanced up immediately, and the grin that appeared on his face carried the kind of easy warmth that always made people comfortable around him."Depends.""Depends on what?""Whether making color-coded study guides counts as preparing."I stared at th
CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN SOPHIE’S POVAdrian dragged the suspect list closer before uncapping his pen, and the movement alone was enough to catch my attention because for somebody who had spent the better part of the afternoon avoiding questions, he suddenly looked remarkably interested in answering them. The photographs remained scattered between us, the science-wing discovery still hanging over the table like a storm cloud. Neither of us knew how to approach, yet for the first time since we'd sat down, some of the tension eased from his shoulders."Fine," he said, tapping the paper once. "Let's pretend you're useful and do this properly."The insult should have annoyed me. Instead, it felt suspiciously close to normal, and after spending the entire day watching him act like a stranger, I found myself ridiculously relieved by it."That's a strange way to thank the person carrying this investigation."His head lifted immediately. "Carrying?""Absolutely."The confidence behind my answer
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIXSOPHIE'S POVSomething was wrong with Adrian.The realization had been bothering me since this afternoon, and the more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that I wasn't imagining things. Yesterday he had been distant, and acting practically a stranger. Every text I'd sent had gone unanswered, every conversation felt forced, and every time our eyes met, it was like he was deliberately holding himself back from saying something. The frustrating part was that Adrian wasn't good at hiding things. He was loud, dramatic, and annoyingly honest whenever he felt strongly about something, which meant whatever was happening now had to be serious.By the time the last class ended, my patience had completely disappeared.The football field was alive with movement when I arrived. Players sprinted across the grass while Coach shouted instructions from the sidelines, and somewhere in the middle of all that chaos was the person responsible for ruining my mood. Adrian
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVESOPHIE'S POVThe third class of the day had ended almost fifteen minutes ago, yet I was still standing outside the senior locker room staring at my phone like it had personally offended me. Three unanswered texts sat on the screen, and every time I looked at them the irritation grew because Adrian wasn't the type to ignore people. He was the type to annoy people, argue with people, and somehow insert himself into situations that had absolutely nothing to do with him, which made his silence feel far more unsettling than it should have.Students streamed through the hallway while I waited, and with every passing minute my annoyance slowly mixed with concern. This week had been messy enough already, and the memory of Daniel's confession kept finding ways to sneak back into my thoughts no matter how hard I tried pushing it away. Nothing made sense anymore; Daniel loved me, Adrian was avoiding me. The fake relationship was over. The stalker was still out there. Some
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOURADRIAN’S POVThe field didn’t care what was happening inside my head, it only demanded movement, impact, repetition, like pain could be trained out through discipline, so I kept running drills until my lungs burned and my thoughts finally started to blur at the edges, but even then her face stayed, refusing to dissolve no matter how hard I tried to outrun it.Sophie.Every pass, every strike, every forced breath only dragged her back into focus, not softer, not easier, just clearer in a way that made it harder to pretend I didn’t care as much as I kept telling myself I didn’t.“Get out,” I muttered under my breath, like she could hear me from wherever she was, like distance meant anything to memory.But she didn’t leave.She never did.The sound of footsteps on the turf cut through my focus before I even turned, and I already knew who it was because Daniel had a presence that didn’t ask for permission, it just arrived and expected the world to adjust around it.I s
SOPHIE’S POVThe second I shut my door, the sound felt too final, like I had sealed myself inside the consequences of everything I had been avoiding all day, and before I could even think about breathing properly, my phone was already in my hand because silence suddenly felt like something I couldn’t survive alone in.Zara picked up on the first ring.“What’s wrong?” she asked immediately, too fast to be casual, like she had been waiting for something to go wrong all day and I had finally confirmed it for her.That question should have been simple, but it wasn’t, because nothing about me felt simple anymore.“Everything,” I said quietly, sliding down onto my bed like my body had given up trying to hold itself together. “I’m a terrible person.”There was a pause on the other end, then Zara sighed like she was already mentally preparing herself.“I know you have a billion thoughts in your head,” she said slowly, “but what actually happened?”The words came out before I could stop them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTADRIAN'S POV"A girlfriend."The words slipped out before I could rethink them, and judging by the stunned silence that followed, nobody in the room had expected that answer. The funny part was that neither had I. One second I was trying to get out of whatever ridiculous arra
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENADRIAN'S POVThe city blurred past my windshield in streaks of gold and white while I drove aimlessly through town, and no matter how many turns I took, my thoughts stubbornly kept circling back to the same place. Usually, when my head gets crowded, football fixes it, but tonig
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXSOPHIE'S POV"If you really hate me now and never want to talk to me again, then you should just run me over."The words left my mouth before I could stop them, and judging by the way Daniel froze halfway into his car, they landed exactly where I wanted them to. My frustration ha
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURSOPHIE'S POV"Unbelievable."The word tore out of me before I could stop it, and the second it left my mouth, I turned and ran because standing there another second felt impossible. My chest was tight, my eyes burned with frustrated tears, and all I wanted was distance between m







