Todos os capítulos de To the two boys I like: Burn me the safe way: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

It was past one when they finally emerged from the woods. Noah didn't head for his bike. Instead, his fingers laced through hers, warm and sure, and they started walking.Elena was still wearing her uniform. So was he. They looked like they'd just walked out of class, except her hair was messier now and there were pine needles stuck to his shoulders. People stared. A woman with a stroller did a double take. Two guys outside the convenience store smirked. Elena should have cared. She should have been mortified, walking around town in broad daylight when they were supposed to be in Calculus. But Noah's thumb was tracing circles on the back of her hand and she felt drunk on the whole thing. The rebellion. The secret.The cafe was small, tucked between a vintage bookstore and a laundromat. The kind of place college kids avoided because it didn't have good WiFi. Noah held the door for her and the bell chimed overhead.They took a table by the window. It was tiny, barely big enough for two

The steam from the shower was still clinging to Elena’s skin when she padded back into her bedroom. She felt lighter, somehow, like she’d washed off some of the heavy, suffocating guilt that Liam had left behind. She pulled on her favorite pink pajamas—the ones with the little white hearts—and flopped onto her bed, the mattress giving a soft, familiar groan. She reached for her phone on the nightstand. Her heart did a weird little flip-flop when she saw the notification waiting for her. One missed call. Noah.Her fingers were actually shaking a little as she typed out a quick text. ‘Hey. Just saw you called.’She didn't have to wait long. Not even a minute later, the screen lit up again. ‘Switch to video,’ it read. No hello, no small talk. Just that typical Noah command.Elena bit her lip, a nervous laugh escaping her. She adjusted the pillows behind her head and lay back, kicking her legs up and swaying them back and forth in the air. She hit the button, the familiar ringing sound

The cafeteria was a total zoo. It always was on Wednesdays, for some reason. The smell of overcooked pizza and floor cleaner hung heavy in the air, mixed with the frantic energy of five hundred teenagers all trying to out-shout each other. Elena sat at their usual table, picking at a salad that tasted like cardboard. Jojo and Dusty were in rare form. They were practically vibrating in their seats, their voices a constant, high-pitched rumble as they went back and forth about the party. Tomorrow night. The lake house. It was all they could talk about."I’m telling you, the lighting at the Miller’s place is terrible for photos," Jojo was saying, waving a plastic fork around for emphasis. "We need to get there before sunset. If I don't get a good shot for my feed, did the party even happen? Dusty, tell her. Tell her we need to leave by six."Dusty laughed, leaning back so far in his chair it was a miracle he didn't tip over. "You're so dramatic, Jo. It’s a party. You drink, you dance,

The second the front door swung open, the party hit Elena like a physical wall of heat and noise. It was a sensory overload of the highest order. The bass was so heavy it felt like it was trying to recalibrate her heartbeat, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, cheap beer, and that specific, electric smell of too many bodies in a confined space. It was a far cry from the quiet rainy afternoons she’d left behind in England."There they are! The royal couple has arrived!" Jojo’s voice cut through the thumping music. She and Dusty appeared out of the crowd like a pair of hyperactive neon signs. Jojo was glowing, her makeup flawlessly catching the strobe lights, while Dusty looked like he’d already had a very head start on the festivities. "Elena, oh my god, that dress!" Jojo squealed, pulling her into a quick, perfume-scented hug. "I knew the blue would be a killer. You look like a literal movie star.""Thanks, Jo," Elena shouted over the music, feeling a bit diz

Walking back into the living room felt like stepping onto a stage under hot lights. Elena checked her reflection in a darkened window pane one last time, smoothing down the silk of her blue dress and making sure her bun wasn’t a complete disaster. Her skin still felt like it was humming. Noah walked a few paces behind her, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, looking for all the world like he’d just been bored and wandering the halls. The wall of sound hit them again, but it felt different now. Distant."Elena! Finally!" Jojo’s voice cut through the thumping bass as she spotted them. She was leaning against the kitchen island, a half-empty cup in her hand. "Seriously, did you go to the bathroom to give birth? I was about to call the local hospitals."Elena felt a flare of heat in her cheeks, but she managed a shaky laugh. "Just a really long line, Jojo. You know how girls are.""Tell me about it," Dusty chimed in, grinning. "I swear, girls go to the bathroom in groups of ten just