Semua Bab When Best Friends Kiss: Bab 51 - Bab 60

RORY’S POV“He’s not going to turn! He’s not going to turn!” I lamented nervously to myself as the basketball team made its way on to the court in a file.My eyes lit up when I saw him chanting along as he walked with them. Usually, he would have sent a wink or an eyebrow wriggle or a thumbs up or a heart shaped sign (one of my personal favorites) towards my direction but Todd was not going to do that now because he was not expecting me to be seated here. I don’t blame him, he had left me less than an hour ago in the middle of my heated decathlon and all of a sudden here I was seated in the bleachers to support him. The truth is that my decathlon only ended twenty minutes ago. Yes, I won. Again. And the moment the decathlon ended, I was out of there running towards the basketball court like my life depended on it.Thankfully I got in early enough to bribe whoever was now on my favorite seat and just before the game was about to begin.Rosalie had helped me by taking my plaque and

RORY’S POVRosalie came back in to the living room wearing a scowl on her face.“I can’t believe you just made me lie to that poor young man out there! I feel so terrible. He looked sort of sad.” She said as she plopped down beside me. I sighed and rested my back against the couch without saying anything else but muttering a thanks to her.I had raced back home after seeing Todd and Leslie together. “You can at least tell me what he did.” She said coming closer to me.I focused my attention on the tv or rather shall I say, I pretended to focus my attention on the television when truly all I could think of was Todd….making out with Leslie.“I mean what the hell went wrong when you both were so cute today.” She said pushing her lower lip forward in a pout.I narrowed my eyes. Yeah, I had been disappointed as well. I thought Todd and I were going to spend some time together after his game but that was stupid of me. “Nothing went wrong Rosa. I was just stupid to think that something wa

TODD’S POVThis past year, I’ve felt a huge shift in my life. It’s like something clicked, and suddenly, everything became clearer, especially when it comes to Rory. I've been in love with her for ages, but it’s always been this secret thing, locked away. I was terrified of admitting it, even to myself, because what if I messed everything up? What if she didn’t feel the same way? Or, even worse, what if she did, and I still somehow managed to ruin it?Honestly, I’ve always thought she was too good for me. She’s just… pure. Perfect, wonderful. All the things I feel like I'm not. I’m not straight forward , complicated, and I’ve made my share of mistakes. Why would someone as brilliant and talented as Rory ever want to be with someone like me? That thought used to haunt me. Her mind is incredible, and the way she sees the world, her knowledge… I could never imagine myself fitting into her orbit. But then something happened. I actually said it out loud. Not to her, not yet. But to her ol

**RORY'S POV**Today is one of those days where my nerves are getting the best of me, and I *hate* it. I really do. There’s nothing worse than that twisting, gnawing feeling in your stomach, the way your hands won’t stop trembling no matter how much you try to steady them. It’s exhausting. It makes everything harder—like even the simplest things, like paying the cab driver, suddenly feel impossible. The cab ride over was torture. Every red light felt like the universe conspiring against me. I kept rehearsing what I would say in my head, but the words kept getting tangled up, never sounding quite right. My knees bounced nervously the entire way, my fingers picking at invisible lint on my dress.When we finally pulled up to the O'Connor house, my hands shook so badly the cab driver gave me a strange look as I fumbled with the payment. "You okay, miss?" he asked, his bushy eyebrows knitting together in concern."Fine," I lied, forcing a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. "

RORY’S POVThe air between us was thick and heavy, like a blanket thrown over everything, and there was no way to ignore it. Todd’s question hung there, slowly sinking into my head, each word a heavy stone.“Scared of what?”My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild drumbeat echoing in my throat. My fingers, twitching with nerves, twisted the soft fabric of my dress into a messy knot. How was I supposed to untangle the giant mess of feelings that had been swirling inside me for what felt like forever? How could I explain the way my heart did a little flip every single time he flashed that easy grin? Or the way his laugh sent a jolt of warmth spreading through my whole body? Or how I’d quietly memorized every tiny detail of him, like the exact color of his eyes—dark as night, but with tiny flecks of gold that sparkled when the sun hit them just right?I swallowed hard, my throat feeling suddenly dry. There was no simple way to say any of this. Right then, I was seriously thinking about