All Chapters of My Bestfriend's Boy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

12 Chapters

THE NEW GUY

AVA'S POVThe first day of spring semester always carried this particular energy—like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something to happen. I’d felt it since I walked through the main doors of Westbrook High, the familiar smell of floor wax and old books wrapping around me like a worn coat.What I didn’t know was that something was about to happen. Something that would rearrange my entire world.I slid into my usual seat in third-period English by the window where the afternoon light made everything look softer.Mr. Henderson was already at his desk, shuffling papers with the distracted air of a man who’d been teaching the same curriculum for twenty years and had stopped being surprised by anything.Mia was late, which was unusual. She was usually perched on the edge of my desk by now, filling the air with whatever gossip had surfaced during first period. I pulled out my copy of The Great Gatsby—we’d been dissecting it for three weeks, and I’d grown to hate the green lig

Last Updated : 2026-04-01

Falling into something real

Dating Ethan Blake was like discovering a new color.Before him, my world had been defined by routine: school, homework, time with Mia, the occasional family dinner, weekends that blurred together. Now everything was sharper, brighter, more intense.He showed up at my locker every morning with coffee—black for him, vanilla latte for me—and walked me to first period even though it was out of his way. He sat with me at lunch, his arm draped over the back of my chair like I belonged there. He’d text me during class, little things that made me bite my lip to keep from smiling: Mr. Henderson is wearing the same shirt as yesterday. Should we be concerned?The more time I spent with him, the more I realized there were layers to Ethan that most people never saw. The quiet guy in the gray hoodie was just the surface. Underneath, he was funny in a dry, unexpected way. He was fiercely protective of the people he cared about. And he had this habit of remembering things I mentioned in passing—my f

Last Updated : 2026-04-01

The Slow Fade

The end of the school year came faster than I was ready for.Ethan’s last official day was a Friday in early June. We celebrated by driving out to the lake with his friends and Mia, a bonfire burning low as the sun set behind the trees. The air was thick with summer, with the promise of long, lazy days and the bittersweet knowledge that this was the beginning of the end.Jake had brought his truck, and Derek had somehow procured a cooler full of drinks that he guarded like a dragon. Marcus sat apart from the group, his phone out, but he was watching the fire with a contemplative expression that made me think he was thinking about something deeper than the rest of us were.Mia was perched on a log, laughing at something Derek said, her face lit up in the firelight. She’d been spending more time with the group lately, fitting in like she’d always been there. I was grateful for it—it meant I didn’t have to choose between her and Ethan’s friends.Ethan sat beside me on a blanket, his arm

Last Updated : 2026-04-01

The Silence

The next two weeks passed in a fog.I went to work, came home, sat in my room. I ate when my mom reminded me, answered when people spoke to me, moved through the motions of being alive without actually feeling any of it.Mia checked on me constantly, texting, calling, showing up at my door with takeout and movies. I appreciated it, but I couldn’t bring myself to engage. Everything felt heavy, muted, like I was watching my life from behind a pane of glass.“He’s an idiot,” Mia said one night, sitting cross‑legged on my bed while I stared at the ceiling. “He’s going to realize what he lost, and he’s going to regret it.”“Maybe,” I said, my voice flat.“Ava.” She reached for my hand. “Talk to me. Please.”I looked at her—really looked at her—for the first time in weeks. Her eyes were worried, her brow furrowed, and I felt a pang of guilt for making her carry my pain.“I don’t know what to say,” I admitted. “I thought we were solid. I thought he loved me.”“He does love you. He’s just sca

Last Updated : 2026-04-02

The Collapse

The weeks that followed were literally the darkest of my life.I stopped going to lunch. I stopped going to my locker between classes. I moved through the hallways with my head down, invisible, the way I’d been before Ethan and Mia had pulled me into the light.Mia tried to talk to me. She’d appear at my side between classes, her face pleading, and I’d walk faster. She left notes in my locker, texts on my phone, voicemails I deleted without listening to. I didn’t have anything to say to her. I didn’t have anything to say to anyone.Ethan texted too, though I’d blocked his number. He must have used a friend’s phone. Mia told me you know. I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. The anger was too big, too hot. If I opened my mouth, I’d say things I couldn’t take back.My mom noticed, of course. She’d always been perceptive. One night, she found me sitting on the floor of my closet, surrounded by old photos and ticket stubs and the hoodie Ethan had left at my h

Last Updated : 2026-04-02

Double Life

Mia's POVThe first day of senior year, I woke up feeling like a stranger in my own skin.I stood in front of my mirror for a long time, studying my reflection. Same brown hair. Same blue eyes. Same face that Ava had trusted for seven years. But underneath, I was different now. Cracked. Something had shifted in me over the summer, and I couldn't find the seam to put it back together.My phone buzzed on the dresser.Ethan: First day. You nervous?Mia: A little. You?Ethan: More about you than me. Don't let her see anything.Don't let her see anything. That was the rule now. The unspoken agreement that lived in every text, every call, every stolen moment at the lake. We were together, but we were also not together. We were a secret wrapped in a lie, and the lie was named Ava.I drove to school with my hands tight on the wheel, running through my mental script. Act normal. Smile. Hug her like you always do. Don't think about his hands on you. Don't think about the way he said your name t

Last Updated : 2026-04-03

The Aftermath

MiaThe day after I told Ava the truth, I couldn't get out of bed.I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment over and over. Her face when I said the words. The way her voice cracked when she said, "You're my best friend." The sound of her footsteps as she walked away from me in the hallway.I'd imagined this moment a hundred times. In my worst nightmares, she screamed at me, threw things, told me she wished I was dead. In my more hopeful fantasies, she cried, and I cried, and somehow, impossibly, she forgave me.But what actually happened was worse than anything I'd imagined.She didn't scream. She didn't cry. She just looked at me with this hollow, shattered expression, and then she walked away. Like I wasn't worth another word. Like I was already a ghost.She's right, I thought. You don't deserve her tears. You don't deserve anything from her.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Then again. And again.Ethan: She blocked me. Did you tell her?Ethan: Mia, what happ

Last Updated : 2026-04-03

The Other Side

Ethan's POVI didn't plan for it to happen.That's the truth, even if it sounds like an excuse. I didn't wake up one morning and decide to fall for Mia. It crept up on me, slow and quiet, like a tide that erodes a shoreline until there's nothing left.When i first met Ava, i was drwan to her. She was quiet in a wat that made you want to know what she was thinking. She had this way of looking at you that made you feel like you were the only person in the room. When she said yes to being my girlfriend, i felt like i'd won something i didn't know i'd be competing for.For six months, i was happy. Genuinely happy.But Mia was always there. She was the bridge between us, the one who introduced us, the one who cheered us on. And somewhere along the way, i started noticing her in a different way. It started with small things. The way she laughed, loud and unapologetic. The way she'd roll her eyes at my jokes but smile while she did it. The way she'd text me about something that happened i

Last Updated : 2026-04-03

The Long Road Back

AvaBy the time spring arrived, I was a different person than the girl who'd walked into third‑period English two years ago.It wasn't a dramatic transformation. There was no single moment where everything clicked. It was small things, laughing at jokes without forcing it, looking forward to my creative club meetings, running miles till i lost my breathe. One day i realized i hadn't thought about Ethan in almost a week, and the realization didn't hurt a bit.I'd learned to be alone. I'd learned that heartbreak didn't kill you, even when it felt like it would. I'd learned that forgiveness wasn't a switch you flipped but a door you opened, slowly, when you were ready.Creative writing club became my sanctuary. Every Tuesday afternoon, I sat in a circle of people who didn't know my history, didn't care about the drama, just wanted to talk about stories. I started writing again—not the angsty, raw poems I'd been scribbling in the margins of my notebooks, but real stories. Characters who h

Last Updated : 2026-04-03

Unraveling Tori Ashford

AvaSpring arrived like a slow exhale, carrying with it the scent of blooming magnolias and the promise of something new. The days grew longer, the sun warmer, and somewhere along the way, I stopped feeling like I was drowning.It happened gradually—so gradually that I almost didn't notice. One morning, I woke up and the first thought in my head wasn't Ethan or Mia. It was I have a history test today and I wonder what Priya and I are doing for lunch. Small things. Normal things. The things that filled the spaces where grief used to live.Creative writing club had become my anchor. Every Tuesday, I walked into room 204 and sat in the circle of mismatched chairs, surrounded by people who knew nothing about my past and cared only about my words. We read each other's stories, offered feedback that was honest but kind, and celebrated every small victory—a finished chapter, a perfect sentence, a character who finally came to life on the page.Priya had become my closest friend in the group.

Last Updated : 2026-04-06

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