The drive to Theoâs place was quiet. Not awkwardâjust filled with the kind of silence that said everything words couldnât. Cole didnât push, and I was grateful for that.By the time we arrived, the house was dimly lit, its towering structure standing against the night sky like something out of a painting. Theo answered the door surprisingly fast, as if heâd been waiting for something. Or someone.His damp hair clung to his forehead, the dark strands curling slightly at the ends. He wore a simple black T-shirt and gray sweatpants, a look so effortlessly casual that it was unfair. His eyes flickered over me, a crease forming between his brows.âWhat happened?â Theo asked, his voice sharp with concern.I blinked. âNothing.âHe didnât look convinced.Cole leaned against the doorway, sipping from a bottle of soda like he was watching a rom-com unfold. âShe just really wanted to see you,â he drawled, winking at me.I felt my face heat. âThatâs notâââDonât scare her off, Cole,â Theo muttere
Chapter 1I walk into school and the hallway is even more crowded than usual. My boisterous school mates all seem to be whispering excitedly to the other making it seem like I'm the only one not in on some inside joke. Where are my manners? My name is Cora Kinsley and I'm a high school senior at Crestview Academy. I live with my parents and two siblings; an older brother and a younger one. Yep. I'm the middle child. Aaanyway. I make my way over to my locker to get the books I'll need for homeroom when I feel someone pull my bag from behind me, until my back is flush against them. "Good morning Cora!" A deep but cheerful voice greets me. "Would that if it were, Tony. And let go of my bag please.""No can do!" Tony replied, his voice still cheerful. I sigh. Seriously, how can anyone be so cheerful on a Monday morning? And I tell him so.Although out of sight, I imagine Tony's grinning. "Well, the thought of seeing you fuels me with energy, you know. That and a lot of coffee."I s
The thing about me is that I've never had a lot of interest in boys my age. Not that I don't swing that way, I do, but I just feel like they're too much of a hassle to actively pursue. I couldn't tell if I was more surprised by his looks or how I reacted to it.I try as much as possible to not make eye contact with him, even though I could see him from my peripheral vision, instead I try to focus on what Principal Mathews was saying. "...and after a month, I think Mr Thorsen would be capable enough to get through school by himself," Principal Mathews finished. "Alright then..sir. Just a month.""So, I do believe your first period class has already started. Please take a note from Mrs Givens to explain where you've beenâŠand I believe Mr Thorsen is also headed the same way, so please show him to class."I nod at the principal respectfully before exiting the office and going to the secretary's desk. I don't even look back to see if 'Mr Thorsen' is following. He wasn't. I take the no
I walk into the class first, and I see a stern cross on Mr Rogers' face. Theo walks in behind me and stops. At his entrance, the students murmur in the background fades to a hush and everyone's eyes are on us. Well, I suppose he does lookâŠstriking. Mr Rogers was not amused though. "Do you care to explain why you were late for class, Miss Kinsley?" "Yes sir, well..I was called to the principal's office just before I got to class," I answered, offering up the note. Mr Rogers takes the note and scans through it. "So who's your friend?""We're not friends," Theo and I say at the same time. Theo clears his throat before explaining. "I'm Theodore Thorsen and I just transferred here. Cora was sent to the principal's office to fetch me."Mr Rogers looked confused. "Fetch you..?" "Yeah. I was having trouble with my class schedule too, so.."Mr Rogers looked like he was still confused but decided not to push the matter. "Right. Welcome to Crestview, Theodore. I hope you enjoy it here."The
I hopped down the base of the pillar when the crowd had begun to thin out. I don't think I can assume he went home, can I? Okay Cora, calm down. I can't just keep searching blindly..I have to have some kind of a plan. But then again, he never said where he was going when he left the cafeteria. Should I go back to search the cafeteria..?"Cora." A deep voice called behind me. I looked back and there he was. Relief flooded through me, though it was soon replaced with my pent up frustration."Where have you been?" I asked through gritted teeth. Theo looked back, towards the driveway. He wasn't wearing the grey hoodie anymore, and the blue tee shirt looked tighter without it. "I went to the car after I left the cafeteria. I guessed I slept off."I pinched the bridge of my nose. Of course he was sleeping! While I was worrying and looking for him..he was sleeping! I don't know why I bothered looking for him anyway. I can't believe I was actually worried. I managed to control my express
I was woken up by the sound of an incessant, annoying buzzing the next morning, a.k.a my alarm clock. Without bothering to stand up, I reached for the desk, my hand searching for the alarm clock and putting it off when I found it. I stretched, stifling a yawn with the back of my hand while climbing out of bed. I looked out the window and saw a blanket of white filling the driveway and the streets. Seems like it snowed overnight. If only it were heavy enough to cancel school..but that's just wishful thinking. I head to the bathroom to brush and change out of my sleep wear and after, I walk downstairs to get myself some breakfast before I go to school. When I got downstairs though, it was as deserted as it was yesterday. Maybe mom and dad didn't eventually come back last night. My mom's a nurse and my dad's a lawyer, so them pulling all nighters isn't really uncommon. As much as I liked being alone, the quietness was a stark contrast to what I was used to. Wonder if Catty came
I was trapped between him and the wall of the (very cramped) closet. Even though it was sorta dark (the lights were on but were flickering), I didn't miss the dangerous gleam in his eyes flicking from my eyes to my lips, or what it meantâŠand even if I didn't, the way he was leaning towards me made it pretty clear what was going to happen next. The whole situation might have been exciting, if he wasn't my friend Hailey's boyfriend. How did I get into this? Good question. And to answer it, we have to go back a few days earlier: It turned out my little stunt or prank (or whatever you wanted to call it) with Theo had made it's way around the school, surrounding me with unwanted attention. It really was annoying. Especially when you factor in the fact that Theo started it first. Yes, I know how petulant that sounds. But still. I'm probably just going to keep my head down for a while, before his fan girls decide to tear me into shreds. Speaking of which..A couple of girls were standi
Okay, so I know I had a really cool quip moment with the whole 'I'll be there' thing but it's easier said than done. Yes. I mean clothes. Hailey was at my place on Saturday afternoon to help me get ready. My mom had surprisingly (almost enthusiastically) agreed to me going to a party. The same couldn't be said about my wardrobe though. Hailey was looking through my closet getting more exasperated each second. Hailey sighed, turning to face me. "Do you happen to have any clothes that aren't maybe merch related or have cats on them?""Can't say that I do.""Right. What was I expecting..?" Hailey groaned. "See? It's sorta your fault for having high expectations from my closet," I said proudly. "You know the saying, 'if it isn't comfortable, stash it away in an old traveling bag.'"Hailey's eyes widened in realization and flew back to the closet, and I was hot on her heels.This is on me for being very specific at odd times. Hailey got the upper hand eventually and opened the bag fu
The drive to Theoâs place was quiet. Not awkwardâjust filled with the kind of silence that said everything words couldnât. Cole didnât push, and I was grateful for that.By the time we arrived, the house was dimly lit, its towering structure standing against the night sky like something out of a painting. Theo answered the door surprisingly fast, as if heâd been waiting for something. Or someone.His damp hair clung to his forehead, the dark strands curling slightly at the ends. He wore a simple black T-shirt and gray sweatpants, a look so effortlessly casual that it was unfair. His eyes flickered over me, a crease forming between his brows.âWhat happened?â Theo asked, his voice sharp with concern.I blinked. âNothing.âHe didnât look convinced.Cole leaned against the doorway, sipping from a bottle of soda like he was watching a rom-com unfold. âShe just really wanted to see you,â he drawled, winking at me.I felt my face heat. âThatâs notâââDonât scare her off, Cole,â Theo muttere
I spent the entire day trying not to think about what happened last night. It was a pointless effort. My mind kept circling back to itâevery word, every expression, the way Theo looked at me, the way I walked away from him. The way he let me. It was a mess, and I hated how much I couldnât stop thinking about it.I stared at my phone screen, ignoring the text from Hailey asking about last night. She was probably expecting a play-by-play, but I didnât know how to answer. I still didnât know what to feel.Then, there was a knock at my door, and I knew instantly who it was. Hailey, of course. I opened it, and she waltzed in like she owned the place.âSpill,â she demanded. âSo, who are we shipping you with now? Jin or Theo?âI raised an eyebrow. âIâm glad my âlove lifeâ is so amusing to you.âShe just shrugged, her eyes dancing with mischief. âHey, at least youâre giving me content. So, what happened last night?âI'm telling you, she has a talent for sniffing out drama like a bloodhound.â
I barely have the chance to breathe before Hailey starts her interrogation.âSoâŠâ she started, dragging out the word as we walked out of Jinâs apartment building. âYou and Jin, huh?âI sighed. âDonât start.ââOh, Iâve already started,â she says, grinning. âThat man literally lifted you up and twirled you around like you were in a rom-com. And you let him! Which means something.ââI was just being friendly,â I muttered, staring straight ahead.âRight, and Iâm the Queen of England.â Hailey smirked. âYou shouldâve seen your face when you saw him, Cora. You practically lit up.âI scoffed. âI did not.ââDid too,â she sang. Then, in a more dramatic voice, she clutches her chest. ââOh Jin, youâre back! Your hair! Your smile! I feel whole again!ââI shoved her lightly. âShut up.âShe laughed but didn't let up. âSo, are you gonna tell me how you feel about him? Or are we pretending this doesnât exist?âI hesitated. Because the truth is⊠I donât know. Seeing Jin again did make me happy. And hea
Chapter 51His lips brush against mine, soft at first. Almost hesitant.Then, like something clicking into place, the hesitation disappears. His fingers tilt my chin, deepening the kiss, pulling me closerâso close I can feel the warmth radiating off him, wrapping around me like a second skin.My heart pounds in sync with his. I can feel it.I can taste it.Theo.I donât want it to end. I want to stay here forever.A harsh beam of sunlight pierces through my window, dragging me out of the dream like a riptide. My eyes snap open, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I stare up at the ceiling, disoriented.For a few blissful seconds, Iâm still there. In the guest room. In his arms.And then reality comes crashing down.The room around me is cold, empty. My bed untouched on one side. My phone sits on the nightstand, screen dark and silent.No messages.No missed calls.Nothing.I exhale, forcing myself to sit up even as a sinking feeling settles in my chest. Itâs been days since that nigh
The room seemed to blur around me the moment I saw her.Cora stood at the top of the staircase, the soft glow of the chandelier casting a warm light over her, catching the silk of her dress in a way that made it shimmer. But it wasnât just the dress. It was the way she held herself, the way she hesitated for only a second before stepping forward.My pulse stuttered.I had spent the last week trying to push her out of my headâout of my thoughts, out of my goddamn system. It was easier when she was just Cora in her usual jeans and oversized hoodies, when she was quiet but sharp-tongued, when she looked at me like I was nothing more than an inconvenience she had to tolerate.But this? This was something else entirely.I wasnât sure how long I stood there, watching her, my hands clenched at my sides.Cora met my gaze briefly, then looked down at her dress, like she wasnât sure if it suited her. That small, uncertain movement made something tighten in my chest.She didnât know.She had no
I woke up feeling⊠warm. Not just warmâcomforted. Held. My brain was sluggish, unwilling to process anything beyond the cozy sensation spreading through my chest. My fingers curled against soft fabric, and I buried my face deeper intoâwait. Fabric?My eyes snapped open, and I instantly regretted it. The sunlight filtering through my window hit me like a hammer, and for a moment, I had no idea where I was.Then it all came flooding back. Theo. The argument. The apology. The tears.And now, Theoâs arm was still draped around me, his chest rising and falling against my back, his breath warm against the top of my head.My heart jumped to my throat. I tilted my head ever so slightly, trying to sneak a glance at him without waking him. But of course, Theo Thorsen was already awake. His blue eyes met mine, amusement dancing in them as if heâd been waiting for this moment.âGood morning,â he said softly, his voice husky with sleep.I tried to push away from him, my face heating up, but his ar
Even after a week, the house still felt bigger than I imagined. Or maybe it just felt that way because it was mineâor 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 booksâmy books. The entire series Iâd 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 didnât know how to set boundaries when it came to fixing things he thought were brokenâlike 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, Iâd 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.âWhat is this place?â I asked, walking in and taking in the minimalist interior. The open floor plan, the neutral tones, the way the sunlight poured inâit was beautiful in a way that didnât try too hard.âJust a little project Iâve been working on,â Theo replied nonchalantly, his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe.âA real estate project?â I guessed, looking over my shoulder at him.He shrugged, the barest hint of a grin tugging at his lips. âSomething like that.âI 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 wasnât working. Not when my mind kept circling back to Theoâs voice from the night beforeâraw, uncertain, nothing like the confident front he always wore.Iâd 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 libraryâŠâHey,â he said, standing awkwardly by the chair opposite me. He was holding his history textbook like it was a shield. âMind if I sit?âI glanced at him, then at the completely empty table a few feet away. My brows arched on instinct. âYouâre asking?âHis lips quirked, but it didnât quite reach his eyes. âGuess I am. So?âI sighed and waved a hand at the seat. âGo ahead.âTheo settle