Jenny’s POV My heart pounded as I stared at my phone, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. My mind was screaming at me to leave it alone, to walk away and never look back. But my heart—foolish and stubborn—wanted closure. With a deep breath, I typed the message. Jenny: Meet me at the park tomorrow at noon. We need to talk. I hit send before I could change my mind. There was no point pretending I wasn’t affected by what I saw. Rex’s name on the Stanford admissions list had shaken me more than I cared to admit. He was supposed to go to Oxford, miles away, an entire ocean between us. That was the plan. That was what he wanted. So why was he coming to Stanford? I needed answers. --- The next day, I arrived at the park ten minutes early, nerves coiling in my stomach. It was a quiet place, the same park where we had shared so many memories—the place where he had first held my hand, where we had spent hours talking about our dreams. I hated that it still felt familiar. I
Jenny’s POV The airport was a sea of movement—families hugging, friends saying their goodbyes, business travelers rushing past with briefcases in hand. The air smelled of coffee, perfume, and the lingering scent of jet fuel. But as I stood there, gripping the handle of my suitcase, it all felt distant, like I was floating in a space that didn’t quite belong to the world around me. I asked Jenny to return home after she dropped me at the Airport because I didn’t know how to say goodbye and I didn’t want to change my mind. This was the moment I had been waiting for. I was finally leaving. I had fought for this—for the chance to start over, to leave behind the painful memories of my past and forge a future on my own terms. No more being invisible. No more living in the shadows of betrayal. And yet, why did my heart feel like it was being squeezed in a vice? My phone vibrated in my hand, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glanced down at the screen, and my breath caught. A mes
Chapter XRexford’s POVThe moment I saw the look in Jenny’s eyes at prom, I knew.I had lost her.It wasn’t just anger in her gaze—it was betrayal, heartbreak, and worst of all, disappointment.I had never cared about what people thought of me before. Never cared when teachers called me a troublemaker, when girls labeled me a player, when guys either wanted to be me or envied me. But standing there, in that crowded ballroom, with Jenny looking at me like I was the worst kind of person…That broke something inside me.I had never wanted to hurt her. Not her.But I did.And now, no matter what I said, she wouldn’t believe me.She had already made up her mind.When she stormed out of the venue, my body reacted before my mind did. I followed her to Vanessa's house, hoping to explain to her.Jenny. Jenny.. i called, but there was no answer. I tried to enter the house when I saw her at the entrance of the house but her friend Vanessa blocked my path."Don’t," she said coldly, her eyes burn
Rexford’s POVOxford University was everything I expected it to be—grand, competitive, filled with people who either wanted to prove themselves or prove they were better than everyone else.I didn’t care.Nothing mattered anymore.The moment I stepped onto campus, I shut myself off from the world. No more parties, no more unnecessary socializing, no more caring. I was here to study, to focus, to forget.But forgetting wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be.Jenny still haunted me.I’d see glimpses of her in crowded lecture halls, only to blink and realize it was just a stranger. I’d hear a laugh that sounded like hers and turn, only to be met with disappointment. At night, I’d lie in bed staring at my phone, fighting the urge to text her.I knew she wouldn’t reply.I had to move on.Or at least pretend to.—Girls tried.They always did.At first, it was subtle—sitting next to me in lectures, smiling at me in the hallways, “accidentally” bumping into me at the library. But when they
Jenny’s POVI stared out the window of the dorm room, watching as the sun dipped behind the tall trees lining the Stanford campus. It was beautiful here—clean air, new faces, a promising future. But even in this fresh start, my heart still carried the weight of everything I had left behind.Classes had started two days ago, and while I’d managed to find my way around the buildings and memorize my schedule, I still hadn’t found my footing emotionally. I told myself this was my chance to heal, to become the version of Jenny who didn’t cry herself to sleep at night or wake up from dreams of what could’ve been.Vanessa and I had spent the last few days texting, laughing over video calls, and sharing late-night tears about being apart. I missed her more than I thought I would—she had been my safety net through every storm, and now, I had to learn to stand alone.I was sitting on my bed, laptop open and textbooks spread out like a fortress around me, when my phone buzzed.Vanessa 💖: Hey
Jenny's POVI thought moving far away from home would be like flipping a switch—leave the pain behind, pack up the memories, and start over somewhere new. But grief and betrayal are sneaky like that. They hide in your suitcase, slip into your pockets, and unpack themselves when you least expect it.Stanford was everything I dreamed of—ivy-covered buildings, passionate professors, driven students, and an atmosphere buzzing with opportunity. But some days, the silence in my dorm room screamed louder than the cheers from the football field. Some days, I'd forget how to breathe without the weight of the past pressing on my chest.My roommate, Olivia, was a bubbly, freckled girl from San Diego with a passion for film and a laugh that could light up the darkest corners of a room. She didn’t pry, but she knew something had shattered inside me. I didn’t talk much about high school, about Rex, or the storm I'd barely survived. But she noticed the way I clutched my phone like a lifeline or how
Jenny's povIt had been a long week at Stanford.The lectures were dense, the reading assignments even denser. Yet, somehow, I was starting to breathe again. The California breeze felt different—new, promising, like it was whispering You’re safe now. I was slowly learning to believe it.My roommate Olivia burst through our shared dorm room with her usual energy, grinning like she’d just uncovered a secret. “Jenny,” she chirped, “you’re coming with me tonight.”I blinked up from my laptop. “Where?”“Basketball game. Campus team versus UCLA. It’s going to be insane.”I raised a brow. “You know I don’t do sports.”“Yes, but you also don’t do fun, and that’s about to change,” she teased, tugging on my hoodie playfully. “You’ve been stuck in that shell for way too long. Come on, it’s just one night. There’s pizza.”I sighed dramatically. “Pizza is persuasive.”“Thank you!” she said, grabbing my arm before I could change my mind.The gymnasium was already alive when we got there—cheers echo
Jenny’s POVThe rose in my locker had been fresh—soft red petals, the kind that looked too perfect to be real. But it wasn’t the rose that made my hands tremble as I pulled it out. It was the folded piece of paper beneath it. Cream-colored, delicate edges, the same anonymous handwriting I was growing too familiar with.I glanced around the hallway, but no one was paying me any mind. Students passed by, laughing, chatting, glued to their phones. Whoever was doing this was careful.I opened the note.“It’s not just the way you smile, Or the way your eyes soften when you’re lost in thought. It’s the strength you carry in your silence, The fire you hide behind your calm. I see it. And I admire it… Every day.” —JI swallowed hard, reading the words again and again. How could someone who knew so little about me… write as if they knew everything?My heart fluttered and tightened all at once. Was it Zayn?It had to be.Unless…Unless someone else had been watching me long
Jenny’s POVThe rose in my locker had been fresh—soft red petals, the kind that looked too perfect to be real. But it wasn’t the rose that made my hands tremble as I pulled it out. It was the folded piece of paper beneath it. Cream-colored, delicate edges, the same anonymous handwriting I was growing too familiar with.I glanced around the hallway, but no one was paying me any mind. Students passed by, laughing, chatting, glued to their phones. Whoever was doing this was careful.I opened the note.“It’s not just the way you smile, Or the way your eyes soften when you’re lost in thought. It’s the strength you carry in your silence, The fire you hide behind your calm. I see it. And I admire it… Every day.” —JI swallowed hard, reading the words again and again. How could someone who knew so little about me… write as if they knew everything?My heart fluttered and tightened all at once. Was it Zayn?It had to be.Unless…Unless someone else had been watching me long
Jenny's povIt had been a long week at Stanford.The lectures were dense, the reading assignments even denser. Yet, somehow, I was starting to breathe again. The California breeze felt different—new, promising, like it was whispering You’re safe now. I was slowly learning to believe it.My roommate Olivia burst through our shared dorm room with her usual energy, grinning like she’d just uncovered a secret. “Jenny,” she chirped, “you’re coming with me tonight.”I blinked up from my laptop. “Where?”“Basketball game. Campus team versus UCLA. It’s going to be insane.”I raised a brow. “You know I don’t do sports.”“Yes, but you also don’t do fun, and that’s about to change,” she teased, tugging on my hoodie playfully. “You’ve been stuck in that shell for way too long. Come on, it’s just one night. There’s pizza.”I sighed dramatically. “Pizza is persuasive.”“Thank you!” she said, grabbing my arm before I could change my mind.The gymnasium was already alive when we got there—cheers echo
Jenny's POVI thought moving far away from home would be like flipping a switch—leave the pain behind, pack up the memories, and start over somewhere new. But grief and betrayal are sneaky like that. They hide in your suitcase, slip into your pockets, and unpack themselves when you least expect it.Stanford was everything I dreamed of—ivy-covered buildings, passionate professors, driven students, and an atmosphere buzzing with opportunity. But some days, the silence in my dorm room screamed louder than the cheers from the football field. Some days, I'd forget how to breathe without the weight of the past pressing on my chest.My roommate, Olivia, was a bubbly, freckled girl from San Diego with a passion for film and a laugh that could light up the darkest corners of a room. She didn’t pry, but she knew something had shattered inside me. I didn’t talk much about high school, about Rex, or the storm I'd barely survived. But she noticed the way I clutched my phone like a lifeline or how
Jenny’s POVI stared out the window of the dorm room, watching as the sun dipped behind the tall trees lining the Stanford campus. It was beautiful here—clean air, new faces, a promising future. But even in this fresh start, my heart still carried the weight of everything I had left behind.Classes had started two days ago, and while I’d managed to find my way around the buildings and memorize my schedule, I still hadn’t found my footing emotionally. I told myself this was my chance to heal, to become the version of Jenny who didn’t cry herself to sleep at night or wake up from dreams of what could’ve been.Vanessa and I had spent the last few days texting, laughing over video calls, and sharing late-night tears about being apart. I missed her more than I thought I would—she had been my safety net through every storm, and now, I had to learn to stand alone.I was sitting on my bed, laptop open and textbooks spread out like a fortress around me, when my phone buzzed.Vanessa 💖: Hey
Rexford’s POVOxford University was everything I expected it to be—grand, competitive, filled with people who either wanted to prove themselves or prove they were better than everyone else.I didn’t care.Nothing mattered anymore.The moment I stepped onto campus, I shut myself off from the world. No more parties, no more unnecessary socializing, no more caring. I was here to study, to focus, to forget.But forgetting wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be.Jenny still haunted me.I’d see glimpses of her in crowded lecture halls, only to blink and realize it was just a stranger. I’d hear a laugh that sounded like hers and turn, only to be met with disappointment. At night, I’d lie in bed staring at my phone, fighting the urge to text her.I knew she wouldn’t reply.I had to move on.Or at least pretend to.—Girls tried.They always did.At first, it was subtle—sitting next to me in lectures, smiling at me in the hallways, “accidentally” bumping into me at the library. But when they
Chapter XRexford’s POVThe moment I saw the look in Jenny’s eyes at prom, I knew.I had lost her.It wasn’t just anger in her gaze—it was betrayal, heartbreak, and worst of all, disappointment.I had never cared about what people thought of me before. Never cared when teachers called me a troublemaker, when girls labeled me a player, when guys either wanted to be me or envied me. But standing there, in that crowded ballroom, with Jenny looking at me like I was the worst kind of person…That broke something inside me.I had never wanted to hurt her. Not her.But I did.And now, no matter what I said, she wouldn’t believe me.She had already made up her mind.When she stormed out of the venue, my body reacted before my mind did. I followed her to Vanessa's house, hoping to explain to her.Jenny. Jenny.. i called, but there was no answer. I tried to enter the house when I saw her at the entrance of the house but her friend Vanessa blocked my path."Don’t," she said coldly, her eyes burn
Jenny’s POV The airport was a sea of movement—families hugging, friends saying their goodbyes, business travelers rushing past with briefcases in hand. The air smelled of coffee, perfume, and the lingering scent of jet fuel. But as I stood there, gripping the handle of my suitcase, it all felt distant, like I was floating in a space that didn’t quite belong to the world around me. I asked Jenny to return home after she dropped me at the Airport because I didn’t know how to say goodbye and I didn’t want to change my mind. This was the moment I had been waiting for. I was finally leaving. I had fought for this—for the chance to start over, to leave behind the painful memories of my past and forge a future on my own terms. No more being invisible. No more living in the shadows of betrayal. And yet, why did my heart feel like it was being squeezed in a vice? My phone vibrated in my hand, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glanced down at the screen, and my breath caught. A mes
Jenny’s POV My heart pounded as I stared at my phone, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. My mind was screaming at me to leave it alone, to walk away and never look back. But my heart—foolish and stubborn—wanted closure. With a deep breath, I typed the message. Jenny: Meet me at the park tomorrow at noon. We need to talk. I hit send before I could change my mind. There was no point pretending I wasn’t affected by what I saw. Rex’s name on the Stanford admissions list had shaken me more than I cared to admit. He was supposed to go to Oxford, miles away, an entire ocean between us. That was the plan. That was what he wanted. So why was he coming to Stanford? I needed answers. --- The next day, I arrived at the park ten minutes early, nerves coiling in my stomach. It was a quiet place, the same park where we had shared so many memories—the place where he had first held my hand, where we had spent hours talking about our dreams. I hated that it still felt familiar. I
Jenny’s POVThe days leading up to my departure from Stanford felt like a blur of nervous excitement and quiet fear. I had spent the last week preparing—filling out forms, gathering documents, and packing the few belongings I owned. Vanessa had been my rock, helping me organize everything, and reminding me that I was about to start a new life, a better life. But there was still one thing left to do. I had to tell Aunt Lucy. Vanessa thought I should just leave without saying a word, but I couldn’t do that. As much as I hated the way she treated me, I still felt like I owed her something for at least giving me a roof over my head all these years. I didn’t expect her to be happy for me. I didn’t expect a heartfelt goodbye. But I hoped, at the very least, she would let me go without a fight. I was wrong. That evening, I asked permission from the coffee shop I work as my part-time job to return home early for an emergency. I stepped into the house with my heart pounding. Aunt Lucy