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Chapter 53: lovesick idiotGAVIN HAWKINS POV I stood frozen, watching as Lyric walked away. My fingers clenched around my exam paper, but it might as well have been nothing. She had barely looked at me—barely acknowledged me. But those marks on her face? The scratches on her arms? That wasn’t nothing. Before I could think twice, my feet moved on their own. I shoved my results into my bag and followed her out the door, weaving through students who had no idea that my heart was hammering like a drum in my chest. Lyric walked briskly down the hall, her bag slung over one shoulder, her posture tense. She knew I was behind her. I could tell by the way her fingers twitched, tightening around the strap of her bag. I didn’t care. I wasn’t letting this go. “Lyric.” My voice was quiet but firm as I caught up to her. She ignored me. “Lyric, stop.” Nothing. She was heading toward the main doors—probably planning to leave. But I wasn’t letting he
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Chapter 55: I Don't Care If I Crash LYRIC'S SPENCER POV The girls' voices overlapped, their demands growing louder by the second. Lana, Catherine, and Hanna bounced on the bed, their matching pajama sleeves flapping as they argued over what counted as a real magic trick. I blinked at them, momentarily overwhelmed. A real magic trick? What did they even mean by that? I could do a simple card trick, but that wasn't going to satisfy them. Just as I opened my hands to sign a compromise, a voice interrupted from the doorway. "I think I can help with that." I turned my head to find Gavin leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, a smirk tugging at his lips. What was he doing here? I looked over at the clock on the wall; it was fifteen minutes past eight. The triplets immediately turned toward him, eyes wide with interest. "You can do magic?" Hannah asked skeptically, tilting her head. Gavin stepped into the room, his express
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Chapter 56: Part of the family LYRIC SPENCER POV I swallowed hard, my grip tightening on my phone. His words hung between us, thick and heavy like a storm waiting to break. Gavin took another step forward, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. My pulse pounded in my ears. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against my wrist. I didn't pull away. His voice was lower now, rougher. "Tell me to stop, Lyric, and I will." But I didn't. Instead, I let my phone slip from my hands onto the bed, freeing my fingers to trace the edge of his shirt. It was the smallest movement, but it shattered whatever restraint was left between us. Gavin exhaled sharply, his other hand cupping my jaw, tilting my face up toward his. His touch was both careful and desperate, as if he was afraid I might vanish. "You drive me crazy," he murmured. "I don't know how to want you less." Before I could process what was happening, hi
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Chapter 57: I was screwed LYRIC SPENCER POV I was sitting on my bed, scrolling through my phone, when a knock sounded at my door. I hesitated, then typed out, Come in. The door creaked open, and Gavin stepped inside, shutting it behind him. I sighed. What now? He smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Why do you always look like you’re bracing for impact when I show up?” I gave him a pointed look. Because I am. His smirk widened. “Fair enough.” Silence stretched between us. But it wasn’t awkward. It was heavy. Charged. I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt. You’re not staying the night. “Relax.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not trying to sneak into your bed.” My face heated. My fingers glided over my screen with full force. That is NOT what I meant. “Sure,” he teased, but then his expression softened. “I just… I didn’t want to leave things weird between us.” I stared at him, fingers hovering over my phone screen, my heart ra
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Chapter 59: Do you like me back Lyric Spencer? I exhaled slowly, my fingers gripping my phone as Aunt Stephanie’s words lingered in my mind. "Don’t let fear make your decisions for you. Love a little. You deserve it." I had spent so much of my life running—running from rejection, from loss, from anything that felt too big to handle. Maybe it was time to stop. Maybe it was time to do something terrifying. Like letting Gavin in. I glanced back at him just in time to see him get tackled by all three triplets at once. He let out a dramatic groan, collapsing onto the grass as if they had actually defeated him. Lana whooped in victory, standing on his back like a tiny conqueror. I bit my lip, fighting back a smile. He must’ve felt my stare because his head turned, his gaze locking onto mine. A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips. “You coming over here, or are you just gonna admire me from a distance?” he called. I rolled my eyes, but my stomach flippe
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