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Chapter 141

NoahI didn’t know why my palms were sweating.Okay, that was a lie — I knew exactly why. Jessa Lombardi was sitting in my passenger seat, wearing a red sweater that was slowly rewiring my brain chemistry, and we were on an actual date.I pulled into Benny’s — because apparently I am a simple man who panics and defaults to familiar places and french fries.But also… Benny’s was ours now.A weird little landmark in whatever this thing between us was becoming.Jessa looked around as we parked, nerves flickering in her eyes.“Benny’s?” she asked softly.I rubbed the back of my neck. “Safe zone. Public enough that you don’t feel trapped with me… but not crowded enough to panic.”She blinked — surprised. “You thought about that?”“I think about a lot when it comes to you.”Her cheeks flushed so fast I almost called 911.Cute emergency. Casual heart attack. Whatever.We walked inside. The familiar smell of fried food and syrup felt grounding.A waitress who’d known us since we were kids poi

Chapter 142

Jessa If my heart beat any harder, Benny’s vinyl booth was going to crack. I told myself to breathe, to act normal, to be chill — but apparently my body heard that request and decided to reject it violently, because I could not calm down to save my life. Noah Carter asked me out. And I was sitting here, across from him, eating fries and staring at the boy who used to roll his eyes at me and call me “Lombardi, seriously?” like I was a pop quiz he didn’t study for. Except tonight, he wasn’t that boy. Tonight, he was… different. Softer. More real somehow. His voice was lower when he talked just to me. He leaned forward like what I said mattered. He kept smiling like this was exactly where he wanted to be. Which made no sense. I dipped a fry in ketchup to keep my hands from fidgeting. “You really remembered I like strawberry milkshakes?” He stirred his with his straw, eyes flicking up to mine. “Of course I remembered.” My chest did a weird squeeze. I tried to breathe nor

Chapter 143

NoahThe sound of cereal crunching was the only thing filling the kitchen that morning.I was halfway through my second bowl when I noticed something off — or maybe different.Jessa was humming.My sister — the one who’d spent the last few years trying to disappear behind oversized hoodies and sarcasm — was standing by the counter, buttering toast, humming under her breath like life wasn’t heavy for once. Her hair looked different too, soft and loose instead of tied up in a messy bun like usual.It was weird.Good weird, but still weird.I frowned into my cereal. “Okay. What’s with you?”She glanced over her shoulder. “What do you mean?”“You’re… happy,” I said slowly. “And that’s new.”She rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away. “Maybe I’m just having a decent morning.”“You don’t do decent mornings,” I said, smirking. “You do late mornings, grumpy mornings, and ‘someone-drank-the-last-of-the-coffee’ mornings.”“Wow, you’re hilarious,” she said flatly, spreading butter across h

Chapter 144

MariahThe sun was too damn bright for how early it was, but at least Jessa was practically glowing in it.She climbed into my car, hair brushed, lip gloss on, and that little smile tugging at her mouth that she tried — and failed — to hide.I buckled up, glanced over at her, and grinned. “Alright. You’re smiling way too much for a Monday. Spill it.”Jessa blinked innocently. “Spill what?”I gave her a look. “Oh, don’t you dare. You know exactly what.”She turned toward the window, all fake nonchalance. “We just hung out.”“Uh-huh,” I said, pulling out of her driveway. “And did you just hang out the way people just talk in a rom-com before the kissing starts?”Her head whipped around. “Mariah!”“Oh my God,” I gasped dramatically. “You did! You kissed him!”Her face went full tomato. “You’re ridiculous.”“No, no — you’re ridiculous. You made out with Noah Carter and thought I wouldn’t find out?”“We didn’t make out!”I raised a brow. “Define didn’t.”She groaned. “It just… happened, ok

Chapter 145

JacksonPractice kicked my ass.Coach had us running drills like we were training for the NFL Combine, and by the end, sweat was burning my eyes and my legs felt like concrete. I was ready to collapse, find food, and pretend homework didn’t exist.Then I remembered Mariah had texted me.Meet after practice.And just like that, suddenly I wasn’t tired anymore. Or hungry. Or thinking about anything except her.Which was… new. And kind of terrifying.I changed fast, tossing my pads in my locker and running a hand through my hair until it didn’t look like I’d stuck my head in a blender. Noah glanced over once, gave me a knowing smirk, but he didn’t say anything.Small mercies.By the time I walked outside, the sky was soft orange, the parking lot buzzing with after-school chaos. Kids revving engines they couldn’t legally drive, cheerleaders gossiping loud enough for Mars to hear, football bags slamming into truck beds.And leaning against my car, arms crossed, hair in a glossy ponytail, s

Chapter 146

MariahThe fries were long gone, and my soda was flat, but Jackson hadn’t moved from his side of the car.He was leaned back, one arm slung casually over the seat, his eyes on the faint glow of the diner’s sign outside.If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was carved from stillness — except I could see it, that quiet churn behind his calm.It was almost funny, this version of him.Quarterback. Captain. The guy every girl in Ridgeville sighed over.And here he was, tripping over whatever this was between us.I picked at the straw wrapper, smirking. “You know, sneaking around with you is kind of fun.”His brow shot up. “Fun?”“Yeah,” I said, stretching the word. “You know, very Lifetime TV movie. Forbidden love. Star-crossed hearts. Two beautiful idiots hiding from the world.”He snorted. “You calling me an idiot?”“If the cleats fit,” I teased.That got me the smallest grin — and maybe a touch of color in his cheeks.I leaned back, pretending to study my nails. “But seriously. I like

Chapter 147

JessaFridays at Ridgeville always buzzed different.You could feel it the second you walked into the halls — the hum of nerves, the smell of fresh paint on the “GO TIGERS” banner, the sound of sneakers squeaking against polished floors.Game day.For most people, that meant face paint, pep rallies, and fake excitement to get through the last few classes before kickoff.For me, it meant trying not to look like I was counting down the hours until Noah and Jackson got on that bus and left town.Because tonight was an away game.Which meant the halls were lighter, quieter.And apparently, that made me a target.I’d just dropped a book into my locker when I heard it — that lazy, too-smooth voice that always made my stomach twist.“Well, if it isn’t the flavor of the month.”I froze, fingers tightening around the metal edge of my locker door.Daniel.I hadn’t seen him alone since everything that happened — the fight at the party, the cafeteria incident, all of it.He’d kept his distance… u

Chapter 148

JessaThe smell of French fries filled Mariah’s car, hot and salty and exactly what I needed after a day like today.She’d barely parked before passing me the bag.“Eat,” she said. “You look like you went ten rounds with a bulldozer.”“I kind of did,” I muttered, unwrapping one and biting into it.She gave me that sharp, perceptive look — the one that said spill it.“Daniel,” I said finally.Her hands tightened on the steering wheel. “What did that asshole say now?”I repeated it — not every word, but enough. The tone. The insult. The way he’d said big girls don’t get guys like Noah like it was gospel.By the time I finished, Mariah was vibrating. “That son of a—” She stopped, then took a deep breath. “No. Nope. I promised myself I wouldn’t get arrested for murder before Homecoming.”I almost laughed, which helped. “He’s not worth it.”She turned to me, her voice softer. “No, but you are. And that’s what pisses me off. Daniel’s the type who can’t stand other people being happy. He’s m

Chapter 149

NoahVictory always had a sound.Not the final whistle — not even the roar from the stands.It was the explosion of voices in the locker room after the game, the echo of helmets hitting metal lockers, high fives cracking through the air, and the entire team screaming the fight song like we’d just won a championship.And tonight, we’d earned it.Ridgeville 21. Clearwater 14.A grind-it-out, fourth-quarter win — the kind that makes your chest ache and your lungs burn, but worth every hit.Jackson was all smiles, helmet under his arm, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. He’d thrown two touchdowns and handed off the last one to secure the win. Classic Lombardi — clutch under pressure.He smacked my shoulder pads. “You killed it, Carter. That block in the fourth? Saved my ass.”I grinned. “Somebody’s gotta keep the golden boy standing.”“Wouldn’t want to ruin the school’s poster child,” he shot back, smirking.The locker room burst into laughter.That easy rhythm between us — it fel

Chapter 150

JessaThe house was finally still.Mom had gone to bed hours ago, and the only sound was the faint thump of music coming from Jackson’s room — the sound of victory. The game updates had already spread through every group chat in school: Ridgeville 21, Clearwater 14.I smiled to myself, sitting cross-legged on my bed, hair damp from the shower, a loose T-shirt hanging off my shoulder. Jackson had come home loud and happy, still in half his gear, sweaty and beaming. He’d tossed his duffel by the door, bragged about “the block of the season,” and disappeared into his room without even noticing that I couldn’t stop smiling too.Because it wasn’t just his win.It was Noah’s too.And somewhere in the middle of cheering for my brother, I’d realized I was cheering for him just as much.My phone buzzed on the nightstand.I reached for it, expecting a text from Mariah — probably a meme about Jackson’s dramatic post-game interview face.But it wasn’t her.It was Noah Carter.My heart stuttered.

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