When Best Friends Kiss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 301 - チャプター 310

(RORY’S POV)The air smelled like salt and old wood. The silence was deafening. Every step we took on the gravel sounded like a landslide. And I tried my best to maintain my confidence as I walked further.Amanda led the way, pushing the metal door open. It creaked loudly, a sound that made my skin crawl.Inside, the warehouse was huge and dim. Dust motes danced in the streaks of light coming from the high windows. It was filled with crates and old, cloth-covered furniture that looked like ghosts.Then two men jumped out like we didn’t expect. We jumped too just as we heard the door close in a final bang!“Amanda? Is that you?” A woman’s voice rang out, sharp and cold.We walked deeper into the room, toward the center where a space had been cleared. And then I saw her.Dana Williams was standing there, looking perfectly out of place in a designer trench coat. She was holding a tablet in one hand and a phone in the other. She looked like she was waiting for a meeting, not overseeing a

(THIRD PERSON’S POV)Denver Williams walked in with his deadly expression mirroring the evil in his heart.He wasn't wearing his suit jacket, and his shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. His dangerous aura seemed to fill the warehouse simply with his arrival. He looked at the scene with a cold, hateful expression. In his hand was a heavy black pistol. He didn't look scared; he looked like a man who had decided he had nothing left to lose."Enough of this!" Denver’s voice cut through the noise of the gunfire.The room went strangely quiet as the officers trained their sights on him. Denver looked at his wife, who was cowering on the floor, and then his gaze moved to Todd and Rory."You've caused me a lot of trouble, boy," Denver said, his voice low and dangerous. "Because of you and your little files, my family's name is in the dirt. My business is ruined. My life is ruined!”"You must be Denver! Good to tell you that it’s over!" Lawrence shouted from his cover. "Drop the weapon! There

(RORY’S POV)“Oh, Nana!” Rosalie groaned, stomping her feet on the hardwood floor so hard the framed photos on the side table rattled. “I’m going to be late! You’re going to be late! We are all going to be perpetually late!”“She’s right, Mum. I’m growing tired of waiting for you,” Aunt Ryan said through gritted teeth, checking her watch for the tenth time in two minutes.“Oh, Rita. I’m tired of this whining from everyone. Can you please just hurry up?” Dad said tiredly from his armchair.He was in almost perfect condition now, his strength returning faster than the doctors had even predicted. Honestly, I think he simply could not wait for us all to get out of the house and leave him in peace and quiet. After a week of being hovered over by every woman in the family, he was itching for a moment of solitude.I, on the other hand, wished that I could speak up and defend myself, but Nana had my face firmly cupped in her hands. She was busy rubbing olive oil all over my cheeks and forehea

(RORY’S POV)The walk through the hallway felt like a mile-long journey, and I can imagine that it would have been even longer if not for the fact that Amanda had been walking right beside me. Even though things were broken between us, her presence felt like a small shield against the world. Every whisper felt like I could hear it echoing in my ears; the gazes from other students pierced right through me like needles. Every locker that slammed shut sounded like a gunshot in the quiet hall, and every group of students we passed seemed to lean in closer to murmur secrets they only knew half of.Having Amanda walking silently beside me was strange. It was like a ghost was haunting my right shoulder—a familiar presence that didn't quite belong in my world anymore, yet felt so necessary. Maybe it was because she was so quiet, and it was so unusual for us to be together without talking a mile a minute. But deep down, I felt so grateful to have her walk with me. I wasn't ready to be her "be

(RORY’S POV)It was Jason. He was standing there with his books clutched to his side, his face set in a hard line.Chad raised an eyebrow at Jason, looking him up and down like he was a bug, and then looked back at me. He glanced around the hallway and finally noticed that almost everyone was staring at the scene. Even for Chad, this was too much negative attention.“Whatever, nerds! Have a fun little book club meeting,” he said with a scoff. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away, finally leaving me alone.I turned to Jason, and the anger I felt for Chad immediately turned into a deep, heavy sadness. “Hi, Jason,” I said softly. I felt a lump forming in my throat. “Thanks for that. He was really starting to get to me.”“It’s no problem, Rory,” Jason said calmly. He stepped closer, and I could see him clearly now. “It’s good to see you back. Everyone was worried.”His smile was tired, and he had deep, dark circles under his eyes that made him look like he hadn't slept in w