I dragged myself to work after school. No really, that's how it felt. Since I sorta forgot my bike at the cemetery, I had to go get that first before transporting myself to work. "Hey Cora," Liam greeted me in his monotonous tone as I walked in. "Afternoon lis- I mean Liam," I cleared my throat. Liam narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything. After I'd changed and gotten back to the front desk, Liam handed me a clipboard. "Mr Ross wants you to look over the deliveries to make sure they got everything.""On it."This is part of the job I like. But unfortunately good things don't last forever..or even a whole shift. I spent the next few hours reorganizing and checking items off the list and I especially enjoyed sorting through the new RAMs and GPUs, of course calmly and professionally and totally not drooling over. I also didn't squeal and jump excitedly when I saw the solar powered control panel that Mr Ross let me order for my project. Well technically I'm paying it off with th
Aand that's how I found myself at a restaurant with Jin despite my numerous protests. And numerous they were. The sunny side diner had a sleek, minimalist design yet still managed to remain chic and contemporary dining. The restaurant’s exterior was a blend of glass and steel, with large windows that showcase the vibrant interior. Low, ambient lighting casted a warm glow over polished wooden floors and high-backed leather chairs of the booth we seated at.I just sat there with my hands crossed shooting glares at Jin despite agreeing to the whole thing. "You look cute when you pout," Jin complimented while my face caught fire. "Don't just say random things you don't mean," I said through gritted teeth even while my face remained uncontrollably hot. Jin's perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrowed just the slightest. "And you know I don't mean it how?""W-well I mean..it's obvious isn't it? You're just flattering me..""And you think that because..?""Because," I started harshly but my t
Turns out the chemistry pop quiz I missed on Monday was actually ten percent of our grade. Just my luck right?But the class rep informed us after homeroom that there was going to be a make-up test for it just after lunch for those of us who missed it. Mr Manners is really the nicest.This time though, I have to be in the right headspace. Surprisingly, it hasn't really been that hard to do..Theo's been less annoying all day. All week if I'm being honest. Not that I'm complaining. I think it started after school on Tuesday, after this man came to talk to him. Who the man was he never said but he's been pretty restrained since then. "Hey Cora, you don't mind if I join you, right? Thanks!" A familiar blonde plops down next to me. This doesn't feel familiar at all. "Yeah of course Hailey. Go ahead." Unfortunately (fortunately?) she didn't seem to notice my sarcasm. "Hi Cole, Theo," Hailey waved instead towards them. "Hi," Cole greeted back, while Theo acknowledged her presence wit
Theo's POV I get awakened from my peaceful Monday morning nap by the sound of loud voices. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes trying to look for the source of the noise which just happened to be in front of the class. A student slammed his hand on a nearby desk, effectively bringing me out of my stupor. "Threw it all away, huh? You don't think this counts as 'throwing it all away'?" I can't believe I'm getting disturbed by this. "It doesn't have to be," a familiar voice said quietly. Wait..is that Cora? What's she doing here? He reached out for Cora's arm and held it. "You're right. It doesn't have to be..you could still say yes." "Tony..you're hurting me." Tony..? Isn't that the guy who had a problem with me the other day? More importantly..did she just say he's hurting her? I got the answer to that question pretty quickly. From my vantage point, I could see the tight grip he had on her hand. Normally I don't like interfering with people when they're having
I blinked awake, wincing at the filtered light coming in through the window. I tried to sit up but a hand pushed me back down. My head hurt and my throat was so dry it felt like I'd been in the desert for weeks without water. "Hey sleepy head. You're finally awake," Hailey smiled at me, handing me a glass of water, which I drank eagerly. "Hey..slowly now," Hailey cautioned after I started coughing."What happened?" I croaked. "Where are we?"Hailey furrowed her eyebrows. "You don't remember? You fell. We're in the infirmary, "Hailey handed me my glasses.The room in the infirmary featured a single examination bed, covered with a clean, disposable sheet. The walls are painted in soft, calming colors and adorned with educational posters that were meant to be soothing.Bits and pieces started coming back to me. "I fainted..in the chemistry lab."Hailey nodded. "So I heard. We were in the art studio when we heard a commotion over at the lab adjacent to us, so we went to check it out.
The snowstorm outside had painted the windows with thick layers of frost, muffling the world beyond, a stark contrast to the swirling chaos outside. Theo stood at the door looking ethereally resplendent amongst the snow. He'd worn a black turtleneck and dark wash pants with a grey suit jacket. I finally dragged my eyes up to his deep blue ones, which seemed..concerned? A flurry of snowflakes swirling around him as he stood there, bundled against the storm. "Cora," Theo's voice was a soft echo in the frosty air, concern etched in the lines of his face. "Can I come in?" I nodded, stepping back to allow him entry. I watched as he brushed snow from his jacket, the tension in the room palpable. We stood facing each other, words hanging unspoken between us like icicles ready to shatter. "I had to come after what happened," Theo finally broke the silence, his voice low but steady. "Are you okay?" "Yeah," I replied, my voice barely a whisper. "Just...dealing with the fallout." Theo's e
I had a light bulb moment when I thought, 'hey, these two are here because of me right? If I can just find some other common ground, something that can these two occupied so they won't be at the other's throat, won't that be great?'But all thoughts of settling this tension went over my head the moment I stood up. An intense, debilitating pounding headache overtook me, and my hand flew over my mouth as an overwhelmingly nauseating feeling passed through me, making me regret my decision to have dinner at all.Theo stop up, reaching out but not quite touching me. "H-hey, are you good?""She's fine," Jin retorted from his position, still seated. "She's not some damsel you need to rescue you know?" He turned to me, "Right, Cora?"I couldn't even bring myself to reply. My limbs felt flaccid like my body wanted nothing more than to crumple to the floor. Which would be two times too many. And the last thing I want is to look weak. Through a miracle or the sheer force of my will, I made it
The soft glow of morning filtered through frosted windows, casting a serene light across my room as I stirred from my sleep, my mind gradually clearing from the haze of the previous night's migraine.As I blinked awake, the faint scent of pine needles and cinnamon wafted through the air, reminders of the holiday season. My gaze drifted to her bedside clock.It was still early, the sun barely cresting over the horizon. Winter break meant no rush to get ready for school, a rare luxury I cherished. Yet, the events of the previous evening lingered in my thoughts. I eased myself out of bed, careful not to disturb the peace that enveloped my room for some reason. As I took a quick shower, I tried to recall what happened after the 'temporary truce' between Theo and Jin last night but it felt like waking up from a dream. The more you get awake, the less you remember.Padding across the floor, I wrapped herself in a cozy sweater against the chill. Downstairs, the aroma of freshly brewed coff
Even after a week, the house still felt bigger than I imagined. Or maybe it just felt that way because it was mine—or at least, it was supposed to be. Each step I took echoed slightly, the sound of my own presence making me feel smaller somehow. The furniture was sleek but not flashy, the kind of understated elegance that whispered money. Theo's influence was everywhere, even in the smallest details.My eyes landed on a low shelf near the window, in what was supposed to be my study, and my heart stopped for a moment. Books. Not just any books—my books. The entire series I’d once mentioned offhandedly during one of our teasing arguments about taste in literature. Theo had remembered.I crouched to touch the spines, running my fingers over the titles. What did it mean, really? That he listened? That he cared? Or that he simply didn’t know how to set boundaries when it came to fixing things he thought were broken—like me.I sighed, trying to push the thoughts to the back of my mind, when
I stared at the address Theo had sent me, then back up at the sleek, understated house in front of me. The clean lines and large windows practically whispered sophistication. I had no idea what I was walking into, but with Theo, I’d learned to stop asking questions in advance.The door swung open before I even knocked. Theo stood there, dressed down in a fitted black t-shirt and jeans, his usual confident smirk in place."Right on time," he said, stepping aside to let me in.“What is this place?” I asked, walking in and taking in the minimalist interior. The open floor plan, the neutral tones, the way the sunlight poured in—it was beautiful in a way that didn’t try too hard.“Just a little project I’ve been working on,” Theo replied nonchalantly, his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe.“A real estate project?” I guessed, looking over my shoulder at him.He shrugged, the barest hint of a grin tugging at his lips. “Something like that.”I turned back to the space, t
Chapter 46I sat at my usual spot near the window in the library, a half-eaten sandwich and an untouched apple beside my notebook. The quiet hum of the overhead lights provided a thin blanket of comfort as I attempted to block out the world. It wasn’t working. Not when my mind kept circling back to Theo’s voice from the night before—raw, uncertain, nothing like the confident front he always wore.I’d just decided that my thoughts (and the assignment I was working on) were officially unproductive when I saw him heading my way. Theo Thorsen. Of all the places in the school, of all the tables in the library…“Hey,” he said, standing awkwardly by the chair opposite me. He was holding his history textbook like it was a shield. “Mind if I sit?”I glanced at him, then at the completely empty table a few feet away. My brows arched on instinct. “You’re asking?”His lips quirked, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Guess I am. So?”I sighed and waved a hand at the seat. “Go ahead.”Theo settle
The knock was soft, almost hesitant, but still enough to snap me out of my late-night haze. I glanced at the clock: 11:42 PM. Everyone else in the house should have been asleep by now.I pushed my chair back from my desk, crossing the room quietly to the door. Opening it, I found Theo standing there, dressed in a plain black T-shirt and sweatpants, his hair slightly mussed like he’d been running his hands through it—or tossing in bed.“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked, folding my arms and leaning against the doorframe.Theo shrugged, though his tense shoulders gave him away. “Not really. Mind if I come in?”I stepped aside, letting him in without a word. He looked... off. His usual confidence was nowhere to be found, replaced by a kind of restless energy. My eyes caught his hands, fingers fidgeting against each other.“Okay, what’s going on?” I asked, closing the door behind him. “And don’t say ‘nothing,’ because your fingernails are bleeding.”He glanced down at his hands, like he hadn’t eve
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the warmth. Not just the sun streaming through the cracks in the curtains, but the steady heat of Theo’s arm draped lazily across my waist. His breathing was soft, steady—almost too peaceful for someone like him.I turned my head slightly, careful not to wake him. His room was… different, seeing it in the morning light. Minimal, yes, but not cold. There were books stacked haphazardly on the desk next to his bed too (does he actually read a lot?), a pair of running shoes by the door, and a framed photo of him as a baby and his mom on the nightstand. It was the kind of place that felt like him, even without him in it.“Morning, snooper,” came Theo’s voice, low and rough with sleep. I jumped slightly as his eyes fluttered open, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.“Wasn’t snooping,” I mumbled, cheeks heating. “I was just… observing.”“Sure you were.” He stretched, the lazy grin still firmly in place. “How’d you sleep?”“Like a rock,” I admitted.
The drive to school is quiet. Not uncomfortable, exactly—but quiet in a way that makes the silence heavy. Cole hums to himself at the wheel, occasionally drumming his fingers on the steering wheel to fill the space. I glance at Theo from the corner of my eye. He’s been tapping his knee in a steady rhythm, stealing glances at me when he thinks I won’t notice.It’s almost...cute. If I let myself think about it too much, my face might betray me, so I focus on the scenery passing by instead.The truth is, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. About everything. About leaving. About what comes next. About Theo. Mostly Theo.I’m not used to people looking out for me like he does. It’s new. Unfamiliar. It’s also not something I can depend on. I’ve been on my own for too long to let someone else shoulder my burdens.Still, every time I catch those soft glances of his, something inside me twists and warms in ways I can’t quite explain.“Here okay?” Cole’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. We’re
I stepped into my room, shutting the door behind myself with trembling hands. The air felt heavy, a stark contrast to the storm raging in my chest. My eyes darted around the familiar space, landing on the small trinkets and scattered notebooks that had once provided solace. Now, they felt meaningless, relics of a life I’d just shattered. My legs gave way, and I sank to the floor. The sobs came suddenly, raw and guttural, as I clutched my knees to my chest. Relief mingled with fear, creating a chaotic symphony in her mind. I was free. I was lost. My breath was uneven as the flood of emotions continued. The room seemed to close in on me, the walls echoing the words of betrayal and anger from earlier. A soft knock on the door broke through my haze. “Cora?” Hailey’s voice was hesitant but warm. The door creaked open, and Hailey stepped in, eyes widening as she took in the scene…well me. Without a word, she crossed the room and knelt beside me. Hailey placed a gentle hand on my
The cool evening air did little to soothe the fire burning inside me. I stood by the garden gate, hugging myself as if the weight of my own arms could hold me together. It didn’t. Not after what I’d just seen.Jin. And Catty.The memory played over and over in my mind, each repetition sharper than the last. The way he leaned in. The way their lips met. And the worst part—he knew I was there. He had to have known.I swallowed hard, forcing the lump in my throat back down where it belonged. Crying wasn’t an option. Not here, not now. Not over him.A sound behind me broke through my thoughts. When I turned, my breath caught. Jin was standing a few feet away, his face shadowed but unmistakably him.He didn’t speak at first, just stared at me with an expression I couldn’t place. Guilt? Regret? It didn’t matter.“Cora—”“Don’t.” My voice was sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. I held up a hand to stop him. “Don’t try to explain. I don’t want to hear it.”But of course, he didn’t sto
Theo's POVThe house buzzed with the hum of preparation. Cole had taken the lead, barking out orders to the catering staff and fiddling with the sound system like his life depended on it. I'd let him work, hanging back by the bar and sipping a soda. It wasn’t that I wasn’t involved—I’d signed off on the guest list, approved the playlist, and even helped arrange the seating for the VIPs. But tonight, my mind was elsewhere.Or rather, on someone else.I leaned against the counter, staring at nothing in particular. Cora’s face had a way of forcing itself into my thoughts, no matter how much I tried to focus. The way her eyes glinted with defiance whenever she called me out, her small, careful smile when she thought no one was watching—it was maddening. She was maddening. I told myself it was because of the plan. He had to keep Catty close, learn her ‘secrets’. But that excuse rang hollow the more he repeated it.“Stop brooding and help me already,” Cole snapped, waving him over to adju