LOGINSiennaThe next morning came quietly.No shouting.No slammed doors.Just the faint sound of Lena moving around the kitchen and the smell of toast drifting up the hallway.It felt strange… waking up in this house again.Strange, but not painful.Just unfamiliar, like putting on a shirt you used to love but haven’t worn in a long time.I got dressed slowly, brushed my hair twice just to feel like I had control over something, then stepped out into the hallway. Jaxon was already outside his room, leaning on the wall like he’d been waiting for me.“Sleep well?” he asked softly.“Not really,” I admitted. “But… better than I expected.”He nodded. “Same.”Breakfast was another quiet event.Dad sat at the head of the table, reading something on his phone but not really reading.Lena kept reaching for her mug, even when it was already in her hand.Jaxon and I ate quietly, exchanging the occasional glance.No one brought up last night.No one pushed for another heavy conversation.We were all
SiennaAfter the parking lot showdown, I thought Jaxon would take me straight home and lecture me until my ears fell off.Instead, when we reached his car, he squeezed my hand and said gently,“Let me take you out. Just us. You need a break.”A break.tGod. I needed about five.I nodded, and he opened the passenger door for me like the gentleman he pretends not to be.As he drove, his thumb brushed slow circles over my hand resting on his thigh — soft, protective, quiet.“Where do you wanna go, princess?” he asked.“Anywhere that doesn’t have cameras,” I muttered.He smirked. “So nowhere on planet Earth.”I groaned into my palms. “This is my life now. Oh my God.”He laughed — actually laughed — and leaned over to kiss my cheek at the red light.“You’re adorable when you’re suffering.”“You’re the worst.”“And you’re my celebrity girlfriend,” he added, grinning. “Do I get a fan badge? A membership card? A shirt that says ‘Taken by a trending icon’?”I shoved his shoulder. “Please stop.
SiennaBy the time I got inside the building, I felt like someone had taken my brain, put it in a blender, and hit purée.I thought maybe — maybe — things would calm down by lunch.They didn’t.If anything, they got worse.My phone buzzed nonstop. I had to put it on silent because the vibration was starting to feel like a baby earthquake in my pocket.By third period, I finally checked it.And nearly dropped it.Instagram: +429,400 new followersTikTok: +752,000Snapchat: 213,000 people added youMy mouth fell open. “No. No, no, no—this is insane.”Kendra practically screamed. “Sienna, you’re trending worldwide. WORLD. WIDE. Liam Hart returns to Hillview High AND childhood sweetheart reunion? Oh my God—oh my GOD—do you understand what this means?”“I’m going to vomit?”“It means you’re famous, babe.”I groaned, shoving my face into my hands. “I don’t want to be famous.”“Well, too late.” She patted my back like I was a traumatized cat. “The internet has chosen you.”And it truly had.
SiennaI stared at Liam’s post for so long that the screen dimmed twice and the phone nearly slipped out of my fingers. My heart thudded in this strange, uneven rhythm — part panic, part embarrassment, part something I really didn’t want to name.#BackTogether?Why would he post that? Why would he even joke about that?My stomach twisted so sharply I had to set the phone aside, like touching it burned.A knock tapped against my bedroom door.“Sienna?” Mom’s voice floated in, warm but distracted — probably holding laundry or her laptop or both. “Dinner in twenty. And your stepbrother called earlier. Said he’ll try again tonight.”My throat tightened. “Okay. Thanks.”She closed the door without looking too closely. Good. Because if she had, she would’ve seen right through me — the panic, the confusion, the guilt that was slowly crawling up my spine.I lay back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My room felt too small. Too warm. Too loud, even in silence.Jaxon would call.He’d want deta
SiennaI looked down the hall where Liam had disappeared, trying to convince myself it didn’t matter. But every step he took, every casual flip of his hair, left a tiny ripple in my chest I couldn’t ignore.Kendra nudged me. “You’re staring like a lovesick cartoon character. Are you okay?”“I’m fine,” I said, too quickly, too sharply.She raised an eyebrow. “Yeah… sure. Totally fine. Until your ex-ghost-boyfriend comes back to haunt you during math class.”I groaned. “Ex-ghost-boyfriend? Really?”“Mm-hmm. And also? Your real-life boyfriend is going to ask questions. Big, angry, probably destructive questions.”I tried to imagine Jaxon storming down the hall. My stomach clenched, heat rushing to my cheeks. And of course, I couldn’t deny it — the thought of him, protective and intense, made something flutter in my chest too. Part fear, part excitement, part… something else entirely.“Look,” Kendra said, grabbing my shoulder and forcing me to face her, “you’re basically standing on the e
SiennaKendra walked me to my locker like she was escorting a witness into a crime scene.“Do you realize what just happened?” she whispered, eyes wild. “Do you UNDERSTAND? Because I don’t think you do.”I shoved my books inside my locker. “Kendra—”“Sienna, that boy said he MISSED YOU FOR YEARS.” She clutched my arm. “Years. Plural. As in… he spent all that time thinking about tiny middle-school you with braces and too-big sweatshirts.”I groaned. “Oh my God, can you stop? Please?”“No. Because JAXON IS GOING TO KILL HIM.”My heart stuttered.I hated how one name could flip my entire world.Jaxon.My boyfriend.My stepbrother.My everything.The thought of him hit my chest so hard I actually had to breathe through it.Kendra saw my face and immediately softened. “Hey… hey, relax. I’m joking.”“No, you’re not,” I muttered.Because she wasn’t.Jaxon wasn’t the jealous, controlling type — thank God — but he was protective in a way that could be… intense. And Liam showing up out of nowhe







