Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Girl He Wasn’t Supposed to Want : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Emma’s shoulders tensed. “Clara… I have to go.” “Why? Why are you in such a hurry to go?” Clara’s voice rose. “Emma, don’t you dare cut this call.” “I have to go. My roommate’s coming.” “So what? Let them come. Introduce me to your roommate.” “You don’t understand, Clara. ” “Introduce me. Are you ashamed of me, Emma?” “No! I’m not ashamed of you!” “Then why?” Clara’s eyes narrowed. “You’re feeling insecure that I’m prettier than you, aren’t you? That when they see us on call they’ll say, ‘How did you two even become friends?’ Is that what you’re thinking?” “No, Clara, that’s not...” “Then why don’t you want me to meet your roommate? Why don’t you want to introduce me?” Emma froze. Her hand hovered over the red button. “Because… because Rebecca is here.” Clara went dead silent. “Wait. Rebecca… is your roommate?” Emma nodded, barely. “Yes.” “How is that even possible?” Clara whispered, disbelief turning to anger. “I don’t understand. How did that happen? S

Emma jumped. Jessica was sitting up on her bunk, curtain half-pulled back, watching her. “Jessica?” Emma whispered. “I didn’t hear you wake up.” Jessica’s eyes flicked over Emma’s outfit. “That hoodie isn’t doing you any favors. It makes you look bigger than you are.” Emma’s face flushed. “I know. I’m already fat. Wearing this just makes it worse.” Jessica slid off her bunk and walked closer, arms still crossed. “Is it bad enough that you’re already insecure, and you’re making it worse yourself?” She pointed at the hoodie. “Take it off” Emma blinked, stunned. This was the first time Jessica had spoken directly to her like this. “Thank you,” Emma said quietly. “I… I was just complaining to you. I’m not expecting you to care.” Jessica shrugged. “I know. But you’re beautiful , Emma.” Emma’s breath caught. “You don’t have to say that.” “I’m not saying it to make you feel better,” “I’m saying it because it’s true. Now go. Whoever you’re meeting don’t keep them waiting.”

It was Alex.From the moment they stepped into this quiet corner of the park to the moment Romeo picked up that stone and showed Emma how to throw it Alex had been watching. He hadn’t planned to come here tonight. After receiving the letter from the old house, he hadn’t gone home at all.He couldn’t. mummy choice words from that meeting still echoed in his head, sharp and heavy, and the weight of it all kept pulling at him. He just needed somewhere to breathe.This place had always been it for him. He came here more than he’d admit, when his head was too full and his chest felt tight. He didn’t even realize it was Emma until she threw the stone. The way she frowned, the way she coughed at the plantain, the way Romeo smiled at her He ducked behind a tree without thinking, watching them from a distance.For the first time in a long while, Alex forgot his own problems. He just watched the two of them. Laughing. Talking. Being easy with each other.Could life ever be that simple for me? h

Alex stood up then, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a card and placed it gently on the bench beside her. “You can call me anytime, Emma. When you’re ready,” he said quietly. Then he turned and walked away. Not because it was time to go, but because he was mad. Furious, actually. This was how it always was. This was how it had been with his friend in the past. If his friend had been bolder, things wouldn’t have ended the way they did. And now he couldn’t watch another person do the same thing. He couldn’t watch another talented person hide themselves because of insecurity and self doubt. Emma was too talented to be hidden. With that, Alex’s footsteps marched away toward his car, Thomas already waiting for him by the door. Emma sat there, staring at the card in her trembling fingers, wondering if maybe he was right. The thought came out of nowhere and made her chest ache. Maybe I am wasting talent. Maybe I’m hiding because I’m scared. Speaking of not hiding… maybe i

It’s was Anando. Legs stretched out like he owned the place, sitting on Alex’s couch, designer jacket tossed over the armrest. Two maids were kneeling at his feet, coffee and water untouched. The skyline glowed behind him through the glass wall, but Anando wasn’t looking at it. He was looking at the door. Waiting. He didn’t stand up. He didn’t smile. He just took the cigarette from his mouth, dropped it onto Alex’s white marble floor, and crushed it under his shoe with a deliberate grind.like he been waiting Anando raised his jaw with a smirk. “That must have called you,” Alex closed the door quietly. “Get out. And get your foot off my floor.” Anando raised an eyebrow. “Thirteen years, brother. Thirteen good years. And that’s how you greet your younger brother?” Alex set the keys down on the empty table, never taking his eyes off Anando. “What are you doing here? Security didn’t call me. You didn’t come through the front. So how did you get in?” Anando laughed, low and sh