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JessaThe house was quiet.Not the tense quiet from earlier in the week when everything felt like it was falling apart.Just… quiet.Mom was working a late shift again. Jackson had come home from the game exhausted and disappeared into his room almost immediately. I’d heard him moving around for a while, then nothing.Which meant he was probably asleep.I lay on my back in bed, staring at the ceiling.The glow from the streetlight outside my window painted soft orange lines across the room.And my brain refused to turn off.Because tonight had been… a lot.The game.The crowd.The moment on the field.The kiss.My fingers drifted up to my lips without thinking.I could still feel it.Warm.Excited.Real.I let out a slow breath and rolled onto my side, pulling the blanket tighter around me.My phone sat on the nightstand beside the bed, screen dark now.Earlier Noah had texted me.Did you get home okay?I had replied almost immediately.Yes. Still smiling.His response had come a minu

JessaI hate algebra.Not in the dramatic “this is ruining my life” kind of way. Just the quiet, steady hatred that comes from staring at numbers that refuse to make sense no matter how long you look at them.I had my math book open on the kitchen table, pencil tapping against the page while I tried to figure out how someone thought letters belonged in an equation.X plus something divided by something else equals… what?Who invented this?And why?I erased my answer for the third time and leaned back in my chair.“Yeah,” I muttered to the empty kitchen. “That’s definitely wrong.”The house was quiet like it usually was in the afternoon. Mom was still at work, and Jackson wouldn’t be home until football practice ended.Which meant it was just me and my algebra homework.Living the dream.I tried the problem again.Failed again.And then finally pushed the book away with a groan.“Okay. I’m taking a break before I commit a crime against mathematics.”Right as I said it, the front door

MariahI didn’t check my phone when I woke up.That’s how I knew something was different.Normally I scroll before my feet even hit the floor. Notifications. Messages. Who liked what. Who subtweeted who at midnight because Ridgeville apparently thrives on sleep deprivation and insecurity.But this morning?I left my phone face down on my nightstand.Because yesterday at lunch, I said what I needed to say.And I didn’t want to wake up to the aftermath before I was fully conscious.I stared at the ceiling for a minute, letting the quiet settle around me. The house was still. No television. No music. Just the faint hum of the heater kicking on against the winter air.Yesterday replayed in my head in flashes.The ultrasound picture taped to my locker.“Baby Lombardi.”The phones pointed but pretending not to be.Jackson’s jaw tightening.Me ripping it down.Marching straight to administration.And then sitting at lunch with everyone watching.For the record, I’m not pregnant. But if I wer

NoahThe tunnel lights were blinding for half a second.Then the cold air hit my face.And the noise followed.Clearview’s stadium wasn’t huge, but tonight it felt massive. The crowd was already on its feet, bundled in winter coats, breath fogging in the sharp December air. The band was playing something loud and dramatic. Their student section was packed shoulder to shoulder, ready to scream at anything that moved in our direction.I stepped onto the field and just… stopped for a second.Not long enough for anyone to notice.Just long enough to feel it.This was the last time.Last time running out in pads as a high school player.Last time hearing that mix of adrenaline and chaos and anticipation that only Friday nights ever gave me.I flexed my fingers inside my gloves.They felt steady.My chest didn’t.I wasn’t scared.Not really.Just… aware.Aware that something was ending.Aware that in a few months, none of this would look the same.Jackson jogged past me, helmet tucked under

JessaNoah reached me.He stopped so close I could see the tiny scrape on his cheek where someone’s helmet must’ve caught him. His chest was still heaving, breath fogging in the cold. The lights above made his eyes look almost too bright, like the whole night had wired him into something electric.But mine weren’t bright.Mine were… steady.My heart was pounding, sure. My stomach was still somewhere in my boots. And I could still feel the ghost of that moment—Tori’s hands around his neck, her mouth on his, the way it had looked from a distance before my brain could catch up.But I wasn’t going to fold in half on a football field.Not anymore.Noah’s gaze flicked over my face like he was reading it, line by line. His mouth opened, and for a second he looked like he didn’t know what he was allowed to say.“Jess—” he started.Behind him, Tori hovered a few feet away, arms crossed now like she’d been wronged. The smugness wasn’t gone. It had just shifted into something sharper—watchful, w