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CHAPTER FORTY- ONE

ARIA I could still feel my heartbeat hammering in my ears, loud enough to drown out everything else. Adrian standing there didn’t make it easier. The hallway felt like it had shrunk, and it was just him, me, and my own racing thoughts. My legs wanted to run, but they didn’t. My hands gripped my bag like it could hold me together, like it could stop me from shaking. My chest felt heavy and tight, and every shallow breath burned like fire in my lungs. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to move, to run, to disappear. But there I was, rooted to the floor, caught in the strange, magnetic tension of his presence. Part of me wanted to look away, to close my eyes, to pretend this moment wasn’t happening. And part of me—an infuriatingly stubborn part—couldn’t. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. “Bookie,” he said again, calm, measured. His voice carried that weight—the kind that makes you feel like he sees everything inside you, even the parts you’re desperate to hide. My stomach twisted. My

CHAPTER FORTY - TWO

JENNA After Aria left, the classroom felt like it had been split open—like someone had taken the air, wrung it out, and left the rest of us drowning in whatever tension she dropped behind. The door had barely clicked shut before Miss Morrigan’s voice sliced through the whispers. “Silence. All of you.” Instant. Cold. Final. The room froze, but my heart didn’t. It hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. My eyes stayed glued to that door, half-expecting Aria to stumble back in, pale, shaky, muttering that she was fine. Except she didn’t. She didn’t come back. I lifted my hand, pushing past the lump in my chest. “Miss Morrigan—can I—” “No, Jenna. Sit.” Just like that. No hesitation. No space for discussion. I let my hand fall slowly, my fingers curling into my palm. Frustration burned hot under my skin, but the worry… the worry was worse. It felt like something was squeezing my lungs, making it hard to breathe. Aria never walked out of class like that. Not without a reaso

CHAPTER FORTY - THREE

ARIA I headed to the library. Glowing eyes or not, after what happened in class, I needed a break. My chest still felt tight, my thoughts racing faster than I could control. Adrian’s words echoed over and over: “I’ll come to your house for tutoring.” My house. I and Adrian having tutoring lessons. Was he insane? Did he even realize what he’d just said? My mind refused to stop replaying it, twisting the memory until I felt like my head might split in half. I shoved my hands into my pockets, trying to act normal, but my legs felt heavy, uncooperative, like I was walking through water. I needed a break, and where would I even go if not my favorite spot at school? That library was the only place that didn’t make me feel like the walls were closing in. Every other corner of the school felt too loud, too crowded, too full of eyes and whispers I didn’t want to answer. But in the library, I could at least pretend I belonged somewhere. I could pretend the chaos didn’t exist for a few minu

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

ADRIANI headed to the staff office to meet the history teacher after speaking with Aria, my steps feeling heavier with every step down the hallway. My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped an invisible band around it. I kept replaying the test results in my head. Forty-eight percent. Forty-eight. That single number had been burned into my mind all day, a reminder that no matter how much I tried, it still wasn’t enough.As I stepped into the office, I immediately saw Mr. Harper, completely absorbed in a book. He didn’t even glance up as I walked past the other staff members. I forced myself to take a deep breath and greeted everyone anyway, my voice barely steady. “Good afternoon,” I said, the words sounding hollow even to my own ears.I made my way toward his desk, trying to look confident even though inside I felt a storm of anxiety. “Sir… you asked for—” I began, and he raised his head slowly, fixing me with a sharp, assessing look. The way his eyes narrowed made my stomach tw

CHAPTER FORTY FIVE

---ADRIANBy the time we stopped, the hallway was almost empty. The noise of students faded into a distant murmur, replaced by the low hum of the fluorescent lights above us. Cassie turned to face me slowly, her expression unreadable, but I could feel the shift immediately—the air growing heavier, tighter. Every movement she made seemed deliberate, calculated, designed to unsettle me.“So,” she said softly. Too softly. “You finally decided to listen.”I swallowed. My throat felt dry, as if someone had wrapped it in a tight cloth. “You said you wanted to talk,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.“Yes.” Her eyes flicked over my face, sharp and calculating. “I’ve been watching you lately, Adrian.”That alone made my chest tighten. My heart thudded painfully, like a drum warning of danger.“You and Aria,” she continued, folding her arms across her chest. “Always together. Studying. Talking. Laughing.” Her lips curved, but there was no warmth in it. “You didn’t waste any time rep

CHAPTER FORTY- SIX

CASSIE “I’m tired,” I snapped, my bag digging painfully into my shoulder as we walked toward the parking lot after school. My feet ached, my head throbbed, and the noise around us felt louder than usual. “I’m tired of having to fight for Adrian. What haven’t I done to make him love me?” The words came out harsher than I intended, but I didn’t take them back. I was past caring how I sounded. Vanessa slowed her steps beside me and glanced over, her face careful, like she was choosing each word before letting it out. “Maybe he just needs time, you know,” she said gently. “Some people don’t open up fast.” I stopped walking. “Really?” I asked, turning to face her. “You actually think so?” She hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. I mean… you’ve done a lot for him. Maybe he just doesn’t know how to show it yet.” I stared at her, searching her face for doubt, for pity, for anything that would tell me she didn’t fully believe what she was saying. Vanessa always tried to be positive. Some

CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

ARIAI had been waiting for over thirty minutes, my foot tapping nervously against the floor. The soft hum of the air conditioner did nothing to soothe my growing anxiety. Every few seconds, I glanced at the office door, willing it to open. I had rehearsed what I wanted to say to the principal in my head at least a hundred times, but now that I was finally here, my rehearsed words felt fragile, like they could shatter at any moment.“Is he in? I’ve been waiting,” I asked the secretary, trying to sound calm, though the quiver in my voice betrayed me.She barely looked up from her paperwork. “He’s busy. He’ll be out soon. You should go for your classes and come back later.”I bit my lip, feeling a flicker of frustration. I had come all this way and now I was being told to leave. My hands twined nervously in my lap, and I forced a smile. “I’d rather wait,” I said softly, trying to mask the impatience in my voice.Moments later, I saw a familiar figure exit another office, with the pri

CHAPTED FORTY-EIGHT

ARIA The principal and I walked together into his office, the silence between us stretching longer with each step. His shoes clicked sharply on the polished floor, and the sound somehow made my chest tighten. “Aria,” he said as I lowered myself onto the chair, careful not to slouch. He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he just stared at me, eyes sharp, calculating, weighing me like a puzzle he was trying to solve. I shifted, uncomfortable under his gaze, my fingers gripping the edge of the chair almost instinctively. After what felt like an eternity, he finally turned to his phone, scrolling silently. I watched him, my mind racing, thoughts tangling in panic. What is going on? Why is he taking so long? Did something happen? The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I tried to make sense of the sudden heaviness in my chest. My stomach churned with anxiety, and my hands started to fidget in my lap. He sighed, a deep, weary sound that made my heart beat faster. When he finally looked up,

CHAPTER FORTY- NINE

ARIA I walked through the silent hallways, the echo of my footsteps loud against the marble floors. Every door I passed seemed to close in on me, every empty classroom a reminder that I didn’t belong here anymore—or at least, that’s how it felt. The walls themselves seemed to whisper, murmurs of accusation I could almost hear, warning me that my reputation had already begun to crumble. My bag felt unbearably heavy on my shoulder, though it was mostly textbooks and notebooks. Somehow, every page I had ever written, every late night of notes and study guides, felt tainted now. I couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down my spine, part fear, part anger, part disbelief. How had it come to this? How could a misunderstanding—or a lie—threaten everything I had worked for? I slipped out of the main building and into the cool afternoon air. The campus was quieter than usual, students whispering as they passed, some glancing at me with curiosity, others with something sharper—judgment, suspicio

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