RORY’S POV
Rosalie was being honest when she said I didn’t love Jason. I was being honest when I said I liked him. I also need to be honest to admit the fact that Jason and I dated for two years despite the fact that I am in love with another person. I know, I need to be ashamed of myself. But what else do you do when you love someone you could never be with, someone who doesn’t feel the same way as you and only sees you as a friend? I’m talking about Todd O’Connor, My best friend and my secret love. When did I realize that I was in love with Todd? Probably from the first day I met him, when he saved me from a bunch of bullies in preschool. That is an interesting story for another day. “Get out of Nerdy World!” A sharp mocking voice made me snap out of my thoughts just as someone shoved past me making my books fall off my hands and crumble to the ground. “Go easy on her. Her boyfriend dumped her!” Another voice said. “How terrible! A Nerd gets dumped by another Nerd. That’s too low for anyone.” The first voice said and the mean girls walked away cackling l. You would think as a nerd, my love life was out of limits for high school gossip but I guess not. I crouched down to pick up my books but someone was faster than me. Before I even looked up, I perceived his scent and I knew who it was. Todd. “Thanks.” I muttered taking the books from him as we both stood up. “Are you still angry with me?” He asked me sounding guilty. “No, I’m not.” I said honestly. “So, why won’t you look at me?” He said tipping my chin gently so I could look at him. I could feel my heart pounding the way it always did whenever Todd looked at me or touched me. I gently shook my face out of his hands with a shrug. Todd sighed. “Is this because of that loser Jason? Is he the reason why you’re sad?” He asked with a mixture of concern and anger in his tone. “No, I’m just having a bad day.” I lied. Todd sighed. “You really like him, don’t you?” There was a flash of what looked like hurt in his eyes but it was gone before I could process it. “Can we just not talk about it?” I asked softly. “Yeah. You’re right.” Todd said walking beside me as we headed to my locker. “ I have a good way to make you forget about this.” “What’s that?” I asked. “There’s a party at Joe’s today.” He said with a boyish grin that made me smile. “On a school night?” I said inserting my locker combination. “Don’t be a party popper, Candy.” He teased. “Whatever, I don’t do parties, you know that.” I said carefully arranging my books. “There’s a first for everything.” Todd insisted. “Thank you but no.” I said shutting my locker door. “I’ll help you get ready for the decathlon.” He offered and I froze. Jason was the one who was supposed to be helping me practice for the upcoming science decathlon. We were supposed to practice together. “You will?” I asked Todd in surprise. “Two days of helping.” Todd offered. “Four?” I tried. Todd glared at me and then rolled my eyes. “Three and that’s final.” He said and then his eyes lit up in disbelief. “So what does this mean, you’re coming?” “I don’t know. Rosa is saying something about drinks tonight to help me heal.” I said using air quotes when I said the word heal. Todd scoffed with laughter. “Yeah, you don’t want to go for that.” He said. “Besides, Rosalie will be overwhelmed to hear you’re thinking of attending a party. She will be shocked!.” And she was! She threw out the talk of having drinks and insisted on helping me get dressed for a party, not that I needed it anyway. I mean, I’m sixteen not six. “This is too much, Rosa.” I complained eyeing my reflection warily in the mirror when she had finished dressing me up. I was wearing mom pants with a fitted crop top that my aunt Ryan had gifted me for my last birthday. (Which I haven’t worn by the way). “It’s not too much! It’s your first party ever!” Rosalie said adoringly. “My bum looks so big.” I complained. “It is big! You look perfect. You just feel shy because you’re not wearing those baggy shirts to cover yourself.” Rosa had pulled my long red curls in to a bouncy ponytail that made my emerald eyes look more obvious. For my face, she had applied some powder applied mascara and lipgloss which I also hardly ever wore. The best I usually do is wear cherry lip balm. “You look so beautiful, Aurora Candace Davis.” Rosalie said clapping her hands in excitement. I looked down shyly. “Thanks.” “Now, would you like to take things up a notch by wearing my contact lens?” She asked wriggling her eyebrows at me. “No.” I said readjusting my glasses. “Fine. You still look amazing.” She pouted at me. “I can’t wait for that stupid Jason to see you and regret his actions immediately!” “Jason doesn’t go to parties.” I murmured. “Well that’s even better because I don’t really care about him.” Rosalie said and then a smirk climbed her face. “I care about how Todd is going to come to his senses and ask you out when he sees you!” My face becomes heated immediately . “Omg, Rosa!” I said taking one of my curls and nervously playing with it. “For the millionth time, Todd is my best friend. He doesn’t see me that way.” “Because you’re both too dumb to confront your emotions.” She sneered. I rolled my eyes. I had no chance of a romantic relationship with Todd. He saw me just as his best friend, his buddy, his sister even. Not as someone he could be attracted to. The doorbell rang pulling me out of my thoughts. “He’s here!” Rosalie said in a singsong voice. “I’ll go let him in, get that pretty denim purse and come downstairs.” “Please don’t say anything stupid.” I called after her but she had already gone. I put my handbag over my shoulder and sighed rubbing my palms against my jeans. I felt so nervous for whatever reason! When I got downstairs, Rosalie and Todd were laughing about something. He had his back turned but he looked so attractive already. He was wearing a large leather jacket that was a little loose on his muscular frame and his leather pants looked clean and classy. My breath hitched in my throat as I made my way down the stairs. Todd had never seen me in anything other than loose sweatshirts, cardigans and my usual mom jeans. Honestly, no one had. Just this added crop top and make up made me feel so different. As I got to the bottom of the stairs, Rosalie noticed and a smile lit her face. “There she is!” She nodded towards me. Todd turned around and his eyes widened slightly before sizing me up continuously. The way he looked at me made my heart pound in my chest. He looked stunned and in that moment, I could not help but think ; what if, just what if there was a chance for Todd to like me more than a friend.(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