Todos los capítulos de To the two boys I like: Burn me the safe way: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

The grandfather clock was just chiming five when the heavy front door clicked.Claire pulled it open so fast she must have been standing right there in the hallway, waiting, her face a rigid mask of fury that had been cooking for two straight hours. She looked ready to scream. Her mouth was already opening, a sharp reprimand sitting right on the edge of her tongue, but the words died instantly when she looked past her daughter’s shoulder.Elena stood on the porch, her hair still slightly damp at the roots, wearing the same school clothes but looking entirely different. Calmer. Behind her, leaning against the wrought-iron railing of the steps, was Noah.He had his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dark jeans, his shoulders hunched slightly against the cooling evening air. "Where on earth have you been?" Claire’s voice dropped, the initial screech turning into a tense, dangerous whisper as her eyes darted from Elena to the boy standing on her porch. "Your phone, Elena. Liam ha

"Tell us everything. Literally every single detail, El, do not skip a single second."Jojo was practically vibrating against the row of chipped metal lockers, her fingers gripping the strap of her tote bag so hard her knuckles were white. The locker room was a chaotic mess of slamming doors, the sharp tang of body spray, and the distant echo of a coach’s whistle from the gymnasium down the hall.Elena shoved her heavy biology textbook into her locker, the thick plastic spine hitting the metal back with a loud clatter. A slow, helpless smile broke across her face before she could even try to hide it. She looked at Jojo, then over at Dusty, who was leaning against the adjacent bench with his arms crossed, his eyes wide and completely locked onto her."Okay, so," Elena started, dropping her voice to a low murmur as a couple of freshman girls walked past them toward the showers. She leaned into the narrow space of her locker, pretending to look for something in her bag. "Yesterday at lu

The roar of the motorcycle engine died the second Noah cut the ignition in the driveway. Elena slid off the leather seat, her legs feeling a little heavy, her skin still humming from the heat of his apartment. She turned around to face him as he kicked the stand down. He looked up at her, his jaw relaxed, looking completely different from the intense guy who had been holding her against the mattress an hour ago.She leaned down, her fingers catching the collar of his faded jacket, pulling him into a slow, lingering kiss right there on the gravel. She didn't care if the neighbors were looking through their perfect white curtains.Then the heavy wooden front door of the house clicked open.They broke apart instantly. Elena’s heart did a violent jump into her throat as she scrambled backward, her sneakers crunching loudly on the stones. Claire was standing on the threshold, a silk scarf tied neatly around her neck, her eyes wide as she took in the scene. Elena braced herself for the

The glowing screen of Elena's phone was the only light in her dark bedroom at two in the morning. Her thumb hovered over a fresh calendar app she’d downloaded under a completely blank folder icon. It felt clinical. Too organized for something so messy, but her brain was short-circuiting trying to keep the days straight.She tapped a square. Blue for Liam. Mondays and Wednesdays. It made sense because those were his heavy practice days anyway, and he was usually tired enough to just want to sit on the porch or study. Then she selected a dark, sharp purple. Tuesdays and Thursdays. Noah. Weekends? Weekends were left a blank, terrifying grey. A cautious wildcard she’d have to figure out on the fly, depending on who asked first or who looked like they needed her more. It felt dirty looking at it layout like a work roster, but the panic in her chest wouldn't let her sleep until it was done."It’s literally the only way I survive this week," Elena muttered the next morning, shoving her sh

The heavy restroom door swung shut behind her, cutting off the suffocating clatter of the lunchroom. Elena practically scrambled to the sinks. Her chest was heaving, her lungs desperate for air that didn't feel like it was loaded with tension. She turned the plastic tap handles quickly, letting the freezing water pool in her palms before tossing it straight onto her burning face.It didn't help. The heat beneath her skin was a permanent flush now.She pulled a cheap, scratchy paper towel from the dispenser, pressing it against her eyelids, just trying to force her heart to drop back into a normal rhythm. She could still see Noah’s dark eyes staring right through her across the table. She could still feel Liam’s fingers laced tightly into hers.Right as she threw the damp paper into the trash, the bathroom door banged open again.Elena stiffened automatically, her shoulders locking up as two junior girls walked in, laughing loudly, their voices echoing sharply off the damp tile walls