RORY’S POV
“Jason broke up with me?” The words came out in a choked whisper as I stared blankly at the text that was on my screen. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Rosalie peer over my shoulder with a snort. “What a coward! Who breaks up via text!” She said in irritation. I was frozen, re reading the words over and over again while letting humiliation wash over me repeatedly. My steady boyfriend of two years had just ended things with me and in his exact words, the reason was ‘Can’t do this anymore, Rory. This whole thing has gotten boring.’ My eyes blinked back the tears that were threatening to flow as my older sister gave me a pat on my shoulder and sat down at the table beside me. “Sorry about this, bun. He was a nerd loser anyway! I can beat at him, if you want?” She offered. “No please.” I said knowing that Rosalie can do anything. “Want to go out and celebrate later tonight?” She asked throwing a smile that died a second later when she got a hurt look from me. “I’m a nerd too and I just got dumped, Rosa. A week to the Halloween dance!” I said letting the phone drop on the table as another round of humiliation washed over me. “I’m sorry! That was very wrong of me!” Rosalie apologized putting her hand briefly on her chest before proceeding to bring her mug of coffee to her lips. “But I never liked that Jerk! He was such an arrogant piece of shit acting like he was smarter when everyone knows that no one is smarter than my sister.” Rosalie’s words did not make me feel better. “I liked him a lot.” I said my eyes dropping to my fingers. “You just liked him! Not love…. And now I think this is a good opportunity for you to finish high school with the one your heart desires. Besides, you’re both single at the same time, what are the odds?.” She said reaching across the table to give my hand a gentle squeeze. I groaned. “Can you not say that? Todd and I are just best friends. He doesn’t see me that way.” As if sensing being talked about, my phone beeped with a text. BESTIE - Good morning Candy, I’m out front. I sighed standing up with my school bag. “I’ll see you later, Rosa.” I murmured. “Come here.” My sister said standing up and placing a kiss on my forehead. “Have a great day my beautiful girl. Don’t think too much about this okay? You’re beautiful and he doesn’t deserve you.” I gave her a weak smile and headed out the house were Todd was waiting for me. One glance at him and my life was okay in that moment. Todd O’Connor my best friend is the perfect definition of a beautiful teenage heartthrob. He has Silky jet black hair, dreamy blue eyes and a well formed tall muscular body. He was leaned against his red cardilac and when he saw me, he flashed me his perfect dentition in a bright smile that made my heart flutter. However, his expression changed when I approached him. He held my wrists and pulled me closer with a fierce look in his eyes. His cologne filled my nostrils and I wanted to bask in it. “What’s wrong?” He demanded. I sighed. “Jason broke up with me.” I announced sadly and ashamed as I stared at my feet . “He did?” “Just this morning. Apparently I’m boring.” I said with a cracked voice that revealed I felt hurt. Todd’s fingers clenched in to a fist. “That bastard! I’ll show him!” He said through gritted teeth. “No.” I said sternly taking his big fist in my small hands. “Please, don’t do anything…. You can’t do anything.” I begged. “Fine.” Todd said too quickly with a grunt. “Promise.” I urged and he sighed. “I promise.” I could hear the reluctance in his voice but the promise was okay with me. “Are you okay?” He asked me brushing my cheek gently and sending refreshing waves through my body. “No. I feel embarrassed !” I said honestly. “Don’t be.” Todd said. “I’ve been dumped a thousand times!” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Trust me, it’s not the same. “In fact, are we in sync or what?” He said as a teasing smile tugged at his lips. “Since Leslie broke up with me two days ago.” Leslie Williams is the hottest girl in our school, also captain of the cheerleading squad and my best friend, Todd’s on and off girlfriend. They have broken up at least a thousand times in two years. “And this time, I am certain we are done for good.” He said. I groaned. He always says that. “Look, Candy.” Todd says cupping my face in his hands as he bent over to meet my eyes. “Jason is an idiot! A total idiot! If he broke up with you, then he doesn’t deserve you.” His eyes dug deep in to mine and my heart fluttered in response. “Now come on in, Princess.” He opened the car door and ushered me in before getting round to the drivers side. As he drove me to school, his right hand reached for mine. He held my hand throughout the drive and I was just beginning to feel better. That was until we got to the parking lot and Jason was standing with a girl leaning on his body. They seemed pretty cozy and I felt my chest tighten as I sighted them. I was blinking back tears when I saw someone familiar headed for Jason and his cozy partner. Todd! With a gasp, I flew out of the car and rushed to Todd but by the time I got there, he had given Jason about three punches and sent him to the ground groaning. “Todd!” I screamed grabbing him from behind. “You’re a piece of shit!” He yelled at Jason before I pulled him away. “Todd! You promised me you won’t do anything to him!” I cried. Todd didn’t look a tiny bit remorseful. “Yes but eleven years ago, I made you my first promise, never to let anyone get away with hurting you!”(RORY’S POV)The night air was cool and soft, a gentle contrast to the humid warmth of the house, now filled with the low hum of conversations winding down. The last of the guests were saying their goodbyes, their voices a symphony of well-wishes and happy memories. My family, now a small, exhausted but content group, were gathered in the living room, the space that had been a battlefield just hours before. The once-pristine decorations were now a little askew, a testament to the joyous chaos of the party. A few stray balloons had made their way to the ceiling, their silver and pink surfaces reflecting the soft glow of the lamps. The scent of cinnamon, sugar, and aged paper still lingered, a comforting, familiar aroma.I sat on the couch, nestled between my dad and my sister, Rosalie. My hand, tucked into Todd’s, felt warm and safe. He was talking to my Aunt Ryan, his voice a low, happy rumble as he recounted a story about my cousin’s impressive dance moves. He had been a natural all
(AMANDA’S POV)The music was a warm, vibrant blanket, a cheerful hum that settled over the party and seeped into every corner of the house. Laughter was a constant, joyous sound, and the air was thick with the scent of good food and celebration. This was Rory’s world, a beautiful, chaotic, and loving place. And in that moment, standing in the middle of her living room, I felt like a ghost.My performance for Nana had been a triumph. The applause, the tears in Nana’s eyes, the way Rory looked at me with such immense pride—it had all been a temporary, beautiful high. It was a glimpse into a life I desperately wanted to be a part of. For a few glorious minutes, I was Amanda, the girl with a beautiful voice, the friend. But now, with the song over and the spotlight off, the reality of my situation settled over me like a cold shroud.Leslie’s words, a low, dangerous growl, echoed in my ears with every beat of the music. "You have until the end of the weekend… If you don't have something on
(RORY’S POV)The scent of cinnamon and sugar that had filled the house all morning had given way to the soft, sweet fragrance of the flowers Todd had brought, mingling with the subtle, clean scent of the just-cleaned living room. The chaos had been scrubbed away, replaced by an air of hushed anticipation. The house, which had been a war zone just an hour ago, was now a wonderland of pink, blue, and silver. Streamers hung in perfect, cascading arcs from the ceiling, and balloons floated in clusters in every corner of the room. A massive cake, a masterpiece of my sister’s, stood on the kitchen counter, its three tiers waiting to be admired.My own transformation was complete. The worn sweats and t-shirt were gone, replaced by a simple but elegant navy-blue dress that my sister had insisted I wear. My hair, which had been a mess of loose strands all morning, was now pulled back in a neat, polished ponytail. I felt like a different person, a more put-together, more confident version of my
RORY’S POV) The sun was barely a rumor on the horizon, a soft, blushing glow seeping through the edges of my bedroom curtains, but the house was already alive with a particular, high-octane energy I knew well. It was Surprise Party Day. I jolted awake not to an alarm, but to the unmistakable clatter of pans in the kitchen, followed by the low murmur of my dad’s voice and the occasional burst of my Aunt Ryan’s booming laughter. A symphony of chaos was already in full swing. My sister, Rosalie, was undoubtedly in the thick of it, a whirlwind of organized fury. I pulled on my softest sweats and a worn T-shirt, and padded down the stairs, following the scent of coffee and something sweet. The living room, usually a haven of quiet comfort, was a war zone. Streamers in various shades of pastel were strewn across the floor like colorful, fallen ribbons. Balloons, some sadly deflated, were everywhere. My sister, Rosalie, was wielding a glue gun with the intense concentration of a surgeon, h
(RORY’S POV)The world outside the car window was a watercolor of deepening twilight, a smear of charcoal-grey clouds and the hazy orange glow of streetlights. But inside the car, everything was rendered in impossible, crystalline detail. The soft purr of the engine was a tangible vibration through the leather seat. The scent of him—clean cotton, faint sweat, and the unique, warm spice that was just Todd—clung to the air, a perfume more intoxicating than any other. It was on my clothes, in my hair, a permanent brand on my senses.My skin hummed with the memory of his touch. The rough pads of his fingers tracing the line of my jaw, the solid warmth of his palms spanning my back, the gentle, almost reverent way he had learned the geography of me. My lips felt swollen, sensitive, and a faint, delicious ache lingered in muscles I hadn’t known I possessed. I was a map he had memorized, a book he had read cover to cover, and I had never felt more known, or more truly myself.He pulled up to
(TODD’S POV)The world had narrowed to the space of my living room, to the feel of Rory’s lips on mine and the soft, trusting weight of her in my arms. The movie’s credits were a silent, scrolling tapestry of light and shadow on the screen, forgotten. The only sound was our breathing, ragged and syncopated, a new and intimate language we were learning together.I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her eyes were still closed, her lips slightly parted and swollen from our kisses. A faint, rosy blush colored her cheeks, and a single tear track glistened in the dim light. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.“Rory,” I whispered, my voice rough with an emotion so vast I had no name for it.Her eyes fluttered open. They were dark pools, deep and unguarded, reflecting the same awe and terror and desperate want that was currently setting my blood on fire. There was no fear there, only a question, and a trust that humbled me.“Is this okay?” I asked, my thumb stroking her che