Lahat ng Kabanata ng Project Heartbreak: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

“What... what is the difference?” I finally stammered, the words sounding incredibly stupid the moment they left my lips.Jax’s eyes locked onto mine, hard and unblinking. A slow, wicked smile curled the corner of his mouth. He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a low, crude whisper that felt like it was being branded directly onto my soul.“The difference,” he said, his tone brutally matter-of-fact, “is that in one, he won’t f*ck you. And in the other, he will.”The world tilted and the air vanished from my lungs. I felt a wave of heat so intense I thought I might actually spontaneously combust right there on the sidewalk. My entire face was on fire, the blush spreading down my neck. I wanted the pavement to crack open and swallow me whole. I wanted to evaporate into the humid afternoon air.He had said it. He had just said it out loud. With words that felt too big, too graphic for the quiet, romantic fantasy I carried in my head.I couldn’t look at him. I stared at a crack

The entire History class was a blur of nervous anticipation. Mr. Davies’ lecture on the fall of the Roman Empire had nothing on the dramatic downfall happening in my own head. The notes were tucked neatly in my folder, my secret weapon. The plan, drilled into me by Jax, was simple: Asher would ask for them at the end of class, I would hand them over, and I would casually ask, “So, how did the team manage without Ryder on Thursday?” A perfect, open-ended question.The bell rang. I stayed seated, pretending to organize my things, my heart thumping a frantic rhythm. I watched Asher gather his stuff. He slung his bag over his shoulder, gave a friendly nod to the person next to him, and… walked right out of the classroom.My stomach plummeted. Wait. What? The notes. The script wasn’t like this.Flustered, I scrambled out into the hallway, my folder clutched to my chest like a life preserver. The corridor was packed, a river of students carrying me along. And then I saw him. Jax. He was lea

He paid for the new clothes, and I expected that to be the end of it. Mission accomplished. But as we were leaving the boutique, Jax stopped in front of a store with a window full of mannequins dressed in clothes that looked like they belonged in a spy movie or a rock concert.A slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. “You know what? We’re on a roll.”“Oh no,” I said, backing away. “We’re done. We got the basics. The humanitarian project is complete.”“Nope. Now we’re in the experimental phase.” He grabbed my elbow and steered me inside. “Let’s see what’s under all that beige.”A part of me wanted to dig my heels in. This was Jax Ryder. The same guy who’d cornered me at my locker and called me a pervert. But the part of me that was tired of being invisible, the part that was still buzzing from the shock of my own reflection in the last store, let itself be led.The next hour was a whirlwind of fabric and Jax’s running commentary. He became a fashion dictator, pulling items off ra

The reply from Asher came through an hour later: Wanna meet at Central Park? 4 pm by the fountain?My stomach did a full somersault. Central Park. The fountain. It sounded so date-like. The panic set in immediately. I couldn’t do this alone.My thumbs flew over my phone’s screen, typing out a frantic message to Jax. Asher wants to meet at the park at 4. By the fountain. Can you come? Please?The three dots appeared, then his reply popped up, brutally short. Busy.What if I say something stupid? I typed back, desperation creeping in.It’s not a school exam. No one’s grading you. Just get your notes, make small talk, walk around, get ice cream. You’ll be fine.But—Figure it out, Reed.He’d completely shut me down. I am on my own. The thought of standing there alone with Asher, with nothing but my own awkwardness to keep me company, made me feel faint. I slumped at the kitchen table, my head in my hands.That’s when I heard it. The crunch, crunch, crunch of Orhan finishing his cereal.I

The familiar Monday morning dread felt different this week. As I approached my locker, Ben and Maya were already there, waiting.Ben did a double-take. “Whoa. Elliot? Is that you?”Maya’s eyes widened, scanning me from head to toe. “Holy crap. What happened to you?”I instinctively reached up to touch my hair. My new, thinner glasses felt light on my face, and for the first time, my school uniform actually fit, the blazer hugging my shoulders instead of drowning them.“I, uh... just got a haircut,” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks heat up.“Just a haircut?” Maya circled me, a slow, appreciative smirk on her face. “Did you get abducted by style aliens? You look good. Like, really good.” She elbowed Ben. “If this Elliot asked me out, I’d actually consider it. No offense to the old Elliot.”“None taken,” I said quickly, my face now fully crimson. The old Elliot would have melted into a puddle of embarrassment. The new one just felt flustered.Ben pushed his own glasses up his nose, looking g