Se connecter(RORY’S POV)
For the fifth time tonight, I caught Todd watching me from the corner of his eyes. This time around, he was not fast enough to tear his eyes away and a blush crept to his cheeks as he chuckled roughly. Omg! Is he blushing? “You look gorgeous, Candy.” He said turning his eyes now back to the road. “Thank you.” I said and nodded at him. “So do you.” I thought for a moment and then chuckled nervously. “I mean, you look really good.” Todd laughed just as we drove in to a large mansions sprawling with carpeted grass and perfectly trimmed hedges. Loud music was blaring loudly from the house and I eyes the place warily wondering if I did the right thing by coming. Todd’s warm hand reached for mine and I gasped softly in response. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you.” He assured me with a warm smile that made my insides swoon. Then he came out of the car and opened the door for me taking my hand in his as he led me to the door. Kids were skating around while some were sprawled on the grass. It was such a commotion and we had not even gotten inside yet. I gasped and held on to Todd’s arm when a boy with a skate board stopped in front of us. “What the hell dude?” Todd glared at his friend and basketball team mate, Laurel. Laurel eyed me for a moment and then a goofy grin settled on his face. “Well, I’ll be damned! I was wondering who this foxy chick was. Heyyyy Rory!” He cooed at me. “Hi Laurel.” I said shyly under his gaze. “Stop being a creep!” Todd snapped at him as we all started to walk up the front porch. “She just looks so good. I never knew Rory had such a hot-“ his words fell dead when Todd glared at him again. “I don’t want to get noticed getting in.” Todd hissed as we let ourselves in through the front door. “Todd O’Connor in the building!” Someone shouted with speakers and a loud whipping erupted in the crowded house. “Too late!” Laurel sneered. I was confused as I looked around at everyone. Why were they so many people in this space? It was so crowded and it smelled strongly of alcohol and Marijuana. I also noticed the stares I was getting. Some guys were ogling at me and some girls were giving me nasty stares. A lot of people seemed to be trying to talk to Todd. It was all quite a lot. “Come on, Candy let’s get you a drink.” Todd said putting a protective arm around me that did a lot of things to my tummy and head. “Yeah come on Candy.” Laurel echoed teasingly. “Don’t call her that, idiot.” Todd snapped at him. He led me to a kitchen and shut the door behind us drowning the noise. “She looks terrified!” Laurel teased. “Leave her alone. It’s her first party.” Todd said smiling warmly at me. “Obviously!” Laurel teased. “She looks like she was thrown in a mad house.” “Are you okay? Do you want to leave?” Todd asked leaning closer to my face. I try my best to maintain my eyes on his eyes even though that too is giving me a tough time. I shake my head at him. “No, it’s fine. I’m fine.” Todd tugged my chin gently and then helped me on to a seat. “Okay Candy-“ laurel said but when Todd glared at him, he corrected himself as he headed for the large fridge. “Rory! What would you like to drink? Light cocktail, heavy cocktail, red wine, beer, vodka….” “Well, I can try….” “She’ll have Juice.” Todd interrupted and I narrowed my eyes at him. “I can try-“ I was starting to speak when someone walked in to the kitchen and I felt my stomach sink to the bottom. Leslie Williams. She wore a mini leather skirt over a tiny black silk top and her blonde layered hair looked perfectly styled. I eyed her perfect model like body and couldn’t help the jealousy that crawled in. Leslie was scrutinising me as well. Her eyes flashed over my body angrilly and then she relaxed when it settled on my face. “Oh! It’s Rory.” She said with a dry laugh. “I heard you came in with some new bitch in town and I almost threw a fit. Hi Rory!” She flashed a smile at me. “Hi Leslie.” I greeted back. Leslie and I were not friends at all. To be honest , I did not like her and i promise it was not because I was jealous, it was because of how mean she was to people around. But she was never mean to me. I guess it’s because of my friendship with Todd. To be honest, I don’t think she cares an inch about me. She knows I don’t stand a chance with Todd and so she sees me as unimportant. “Don’t tell me, the break up is what is bringing you here. I heard about the Nerdy gossip.” She said her eyes glinting in mischief and mockery. I felt ashamed and looked down at my hands. “What do you want Leslie?” Todd growled angrilly. “For us to talk baby.” She said in a flattering voice. “Yeah, I’m busy right now.” Todd said and he turned to me but I shook my head. “I’m fine with Laurel.” I said. “But I don’t-“ “Just go. I’ll be okay, I promise.” I said biting my lower lip. Todd’s eyes sank in to mine as if trying to read me. “Come on, she said it’s fine.” Leslie said hooking her arm around Todd and pulled him away. “I’ll be right back.” Todd promised giving my hand a squeeze before he got dragged away. “And no alcohol!” He called before leaving the kitchen. “Right! Of course.” Laurel said in a sing song voice. Then he wriggled his eyebrows at me. “Except you want some?” Before I could even give an answer, he said. “Just joking. Todd will kill me. Here you go.” He placed a glass of fruit juice before me and two filled shot glasses beside it. “That‘s for Todd.” “Thank you, Laurel.” I said holding the glass of juice in my hand then I looked up at him with a guilty smile. “Can I have a straw?” “Of course.” He said and turned around. I glanced around the kitchen and then noticed the now opened door. My heart stopped beating and my breath hitched in my throat as my eyes landed on a couple. It was Jason and he was kissing the girl I saw him with in school earlier. His hands were on her ass and he was gripping her firmly. I felt sick, like I had been punched to my stomach. I never even knew he came to parties. Or kissed like that! Am I reallly that boring? Without thinking, feeling my head bombarded with thoughts, I hurriedly dropped the juice and downed the content of one of the shot glasses . I was just about to reach for the other, ignoring the burn in my throat when Laurel turned around. “Here you go, Rory.” He said giving me the straw and then he froze. “What the fuck?”The morning after the door clicked shut, the silence in the house didn’t feel like a vacuum; it felt like a workspace.I spent the first hour doing things that had no digital footprint. I watered the few surviving herbs on the windowsill and moved a stack of mail—unopened demands for comments, mostly—straight into the recycling bin without looking at the return addresses.By 10:00 AM, the "fortress" felt a little too quiet. I grabbed my keys and drove to a local nursery three towns over, a place where no one knew my face or cared about the metadata of my life.The nursery smelled of damp earth and crushed cedar. I found the succulents in a greenhouse at the back. I chose one that looked particularly defiant—a Haworthia with white-striped leaves like tiny, pointed teeth. It looked like it could survive a nuclear winter, or at least a news cycle.As I waited at the register, my phone buzzed in my pocket. A rhythmic, persistent vibration.Todd.I didn’t answer it in the store. I waited u
The garlic sizzled as it hit the olive oil, releasing a fragrance so ordinary it felt revolutionary. I watched Todd’s hands, the same hands that had gripped a crowbar yesterday to pry apart my sealed boxes, now moving with calm efficiency. My sister’s voice, a familiar, exasperated anchor, chattered in my ear about cinematic plot holes and ridiculous character motivations.“…so then the detective, who is supposedly a genius, just walks into the obviously dark warehouse alone? I was screaming at the screen!”I laughed, the sound strange and light in my own ears. “I know. The whole third act was a betrayal of the setup.”“Exactly! A betrayal of the setup,” she repeated, satisfied. There was a brief, comfortable pause. “So. You and Todd… you watched a bad movie?”“We did.” I leaned against the counter, watching Todd drain the pasta. “We built a bookshelf today, too.”“A bookshelf.” Her tone shifted, the careful neutrality she used when navigating my landmines. “That’s… productive.”“It i
The bookshelf was no longer a project; it was furniture. By late afternoon, we had begun the curated task of filling its veins. Todd handled the heavy hardbacks, the ones with spines like weathered leather, while I tucked in the paperbacks—the ones with dog-eared pages and sand still caught in the bindings from summers that felt like they belonged to a different couple."It looks... intentional," I said, sliding a volume of poetry into a gap."Intentional is good," Todd replied. He was sitting on the floor, his back against the base of our new creation. "It’s a step up from 'surviving.'"The domestic peace was interrupted by the low, insistent buzz of a phone on the coffee table. It wasn't mine. We both looked at it as if it were a live wire. Todd’s work phone—the one he’d ignored during his 'infrastructure emergency'—was lighting up with a name I recognized: Marcus, his business partner.The bubble didn’t burst, but it thinned. The reality of the scandal, the legal fallout of Sarah’s
The glow of the television’s static menu painted the room in a faint, shifting blue. In the silence after the film, the simple statement—“I’m exactly where I should be”—hung between us, not as a fragile hope, but as a newly-laid cornerstone. Todd studied my face, his eyes tracing the relaxed set of my mouth, the absence of the defensive tightness around my eyes. He didn’t smile, but his expression softened into something profound: recognition.“Good,” he said, the single word weighted with a pact. He began gathering the empty pizza boxes, the greasy napkins, the evidence of our mundane feast. I moved to help, our hands brushing in the quiet choreography of cleanup. There were no sparks, no grand romantic charge—just the solid, reassuring friction of partnership re-engaged.The kitchen light was harsh after the dim living room. We worked side-by-side at the sink, him rinsing, me loading the dishwasher with the few plates we’d used. The jazz had long since ended, leaving only the domest
The transition from the high-stakes confrontation to the mundane comfort of a quiet evening marks a turning point in their relationship. This chapter focuses on the process of emotional recalibration and the intentional act of rebuilding trust through shared, everyday experiences. Chapter [X]: The Weight of Quiet The transition from the emotional wreckage of the past few hours to the mundane reality of choosing a dinner menu was jarring, yet deeply grounding. The jazz continued to hum in the background—a steady, melodic pulse that filled the gaps where Sarah’s manipulation had once lived. Todd didn’t move for a long time, as if testing the structural integrity of the peace they had just found. When he finally reached for his phone to order the promised takeout, his movements were deliberate. “Thai?” he asked, scrolling through an app. “Or are we in a ‘greasy pizza and over-salted wings’ kind of mood? I feel like the situation calls for something that requires a lot of napkins.”
The sunlight, once harsh and dissecting, now seemed to pour into the room in a gentle, hazy gold, casting long, soft shadows across the walls. The air, which had been thick with confrontation, now held the delicate quiet of absolute peace. I lay against Todd’s shoulder, feeling the comforting weight of his arm draped securely over me.His shirt smelled faintly of expensive soap and something uniquely him—a deep, reliable scent that instantly calmed the frantic noise in my head. I traced the pattern of his heartbeat with my fingers against his chest. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Steady. Real.The word "us" settled over me, warm and heavy, like a favourite blanket. It wasn’t just a word; it was a sanctuary.“I still can’t believe she did that,” I confessed, the thought floating up, quiet and low. The malice itself was fading, but the sheer effort of her deception was staggering.Todd tightened his grip slightly, a protective gesture. “She did worse than that. She tried to turn me against J