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(RORY’S POV)I love listening to what Amanda is saying. It feels la genuine and so true and I feel like I am soaking in her words very well.Now, I am more than ready for whatever she wants to say because I really want to hear this part.The reason why Todd pulls away. “You said you wonder if it’s because you’re not doing things right. Let me tell you right now, that’s almost certainly not the reason. You’re overthinking it. If he treats you like a princess, as you said, and if he likes you as much as you like him, then his hesitation probably comes from a place of respect, not disappointment.”She picked up a pen and twirled it between her fingers, a small gesture that hinted at her own experience. “Boys can be just as nervous, if not more so, than girls, especially when they genuinely care about someone. He might be stopping because he’s trying to be respectful, trying not to push your boundaries. He might be worried about making you uncomfortable, or he might be trying to gauge y

(TODD’S POV)Rory’s wide, breathless smile was like a shot of pure sunshine after the chaotic whirlwind of the day. Her lips, still wonderfully swollen and rosy from our kiss in the car, were an irresistible invitation, and it took every ounce of my self-control, every shred of discipline I possessed, not to pull her back into my arms right there in the brightly lit Scoops parking lot. The way her eyes had fluttered when I pulled away, the soft gasp that escaped her lips, told me everything I needed to know. She felt it too. This raw, untamed current that surged between us, a magnetic force powerful enough to blot out every external distraction.“Now, ice cream it is, love?” I’d asked, trying to sound casual, even as my own heart hammered against my ribs like a drum solo. I loved that little nickname for her. “Candy.” It was gotten from her middle name Candace and It fit her perfectly, sweet and undeniably addictive. She’d managed a shaky “Yes. Ice cream it is,” and I’d almost laughed

(RORY’S POV)“And I’ve got a blank space, baby! And I’ll write your name!” I sang loudly, my voice a joyful, unburdened lilt, as I expertly flipped a pancake in the gleaming non-stick pan. My earphones were plugged in, a blissful barrier against the mundane, as Taylor Swift’s infectious melody filled my ears. This beautiful early Wednesday morning felt charged with an almost tangible sense of anticipation, and my mood was soaring, light as the fluffy chocolate chip pancakes I was meticulously crafting.My sister, Rosalie, was perched on a stool by the counter, her head resting on her hands, her eyes, usually sleepy at this hour, following me suspiciously around the kitchen. I didn’t even spare her a glance, too immersed in my own joyful bubble. I continued singing off-key to Taylor Swift, the melody a buoyant accompaniment to my movements as I arranged a stack of golden-brown pancakes on a plate. Humming, a soft, contented sound, I then poured us both some fresh orange juice, the vibr

(RORY’S POV)The day, surprisingly, was galloping by just as fast as I’d dared to hope. My morning classes, usually a tedious marathon, had passed in a quick, almost dreamlike breeze. I’d spent most of them, not on the complex equations or historical dates, but lost in the delicious labyrinth of my thoughts about Todd. My teachers, usually accustomed to my quiet, hyper-focused demeanor, seemed pleased, yet also oddly worried by my unusual silence. It wasn’t like this was having a negative impact on my academics, of course. I don’t mean to brag, but nothing, absolutely nothing, could affect my grades negatively. If the profound grief of my mother’s death hadn’t shattered my academic discipline, then I guaranteed that no high school romance, however intoxicating, ever could.My brain was still as sharp as ever, absorbing information with effortless ease, but I found that I would rather be silently dreaming, imagining intense, exhilarating scenarios with my boyfriend – my boyfriend, the

Being pulled along by Amanda felt surprisingly liberating, an unexpected sense of freedom I hadn't known I craved. The noise of the cafeteria, usually an overwhelming cacophony, now felt like a distant, manageable hum as she expertly navigated us through the crowded aisles, her vibrant energy carving a path through the throngs of students, until we reached an empty table tucked away near a window. This was the first time I was having lunch in the cafeteria with a girlfriend, truly with someone, sharing a meal amidst the vibrant chaos, and the feeling was surprisingly pleasant. It was loud, yes, and bustling, but there was a comforting energy to it, a sense of belonging, a quiet camaraderie I hadn't realized I was missing in my solitary library lunches.Todd always wanted to have lunch with me, always suggested it, every single day. He liked the quieter, more secluded garden area behind the school, often hinting at it, sketching plans for us to meet there. But even in the comparative s