SAINT, SINNER AND THE GIRL IN BETWEEN のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

CALLAThe worst part about heartbreak isn’t crying. It’s showing up the next morning and pretending nothing happened.The hallway is loud with lockers slamming and laughter echoing through the building. Senior year banners and hockey tryouts posters are taped above the lockers and on walls. Of course the Falcons, Blackridge High’s hockey team is the face of the school. Everyone looks excited for the new year, especially seniors for their last year.I feel hollow.My phone is still in my hand. I shouldn’t have checked Instagram again before walking in. I shouldn’t have looked at the picture twice. Three times. I shouldn’t have zoomed in on the timestamp just to confirm what I already knew.Miles will always run back to Sabrina; cheerleader, captain of the girls' basketball team, head of the drama club, member of the student council... In short, the girl who shines in everything she puts her hands on, and the biggest part? The face of the Falcons. She is always at the games front row.H

CALLAI try to ignore the lingering heat of Ryder’s touch from yesterday, but it’s impossible. Every time I take a step, every time I bend to grab a book from my locker, I feel it there, a small, unsettling weight I can’t shake. I tell myself it’s nothing but just a little accident I should get over and focus on getting extra credit. But he doesn’t let me get over it. Not with his eyes finding me across the hallways, and in the quad when I’m not even trying to look at him.Then Miles appears.Of course, he always shows up. Always just when I’m trying to breathe normally.“Hey Cal.” His voice is low and casual, but when I look up, there is that familiar smile underneath the calm. That ridiculously perfected charming look in his eyes he has perfected over the years that is one of the things I fell for. “Morning,” I murmur, keeping my head down, pretending I didn’t just roll my eyes at myself for thinking I could ignore him.“I heard that you started tutoring Monroe,” he says. There is

RYDERMiles’ voice cuts through the quiet of the rink like a blade. I snap my head toward it, and so does she. Miles stands there tall and infuriatingly perfect, his eyes sharp and furious. For a split second, I see exactly why everyone worships him. That aura, that effortless control presses down on me, making my chest tighten. Calla stiffens beside me and I can feel her panic radiating before it even hits her face. She jerks back and pulls away. I taste the sudden sting of rejection, not from her, but from the fact that Miles’ presence alone can make everything I have been trying to reach crumble.She loses her footing. I lunge, trying to catch her, but she yanks away. She hits the ice with a thud that reverberates in my chest. I bite back a curse.“Calla!” I hiss, rushing toward her. My hands hover, ready to help, but she inches away before I can reach her. She glares at me her eyes wide and full of panic.“Don’t... don’t touch me!” Her voice is so harsh echoing across the empty ri

CALLA Every corner of Blackridge High seems designed to make me run into Ryder, and every time I catch a glimpse of him, my stomach knots. Miles doesn’t leave my side every time we are outside class. He is protective like a shield I can’t quite escape. It should feel comforting. But it doesn’t. It’s dangerous because my mind keeps running to the same space, but it’s better than having to deal with Ryder. But that lasts so long. I spend the day moving classes strategically, ignoring stares, dodging whispers. The hallway feels narrower every time someone slows to look at me. Rumors spread like wildfire, and I have done nothing to stop them. I shouldn’t care but I do.Finally, tutoring hour comes. There is no avoiding him now. I set my bag down, careful to keep my distance and sit. Ryder is not fazed. He leans back in his chair, calm, but with the same teasing glint in his eyes that made my heart lurch this morning.“You really aren’t going to say anything?” His voice is quiet, intent

CALLAThat evening at home, the environment feels worse than school ever did. The TV is already on for movie night. My dad sits on one end of the couch, his laptop open, his fingers moving across the keyboard like his life depends on it. He barely looks up when mom places snacks before him.I sink into the other end, tucking my legs under me. We used to do this all the time and it used to mean something. Now it just feels like we are all pretending. My mom tries. She laughs at the right moments and glances at us like she is hoping we will join in. I try to keep up but my dad doesn’t. After a while, I give up. I open Instagram on my phone and the feed is blowing up with posts from the party. Everyone is out there having fun while I’m stuck here being miserable. In one photo, Miles is shirtless and someone tagged him. I scroll through the comments.“God, he is so hot.”“Is that Ares? Save some of the god for the rest of us, Brina!”Right on cue, Brina’s comment sits at the top, accompa