I pulled my hoodie over my head as I walked into school on Monday. Saturday had been..new, fun, exciting and very scary. But now it's over and I need to to my head in the game. Normally Hailey's supposed to be my guide on all the social things I'm incapable of but currently she's involved in the problem so I can't exactly ask her for help. As I walk down the hallway, I see Xavier Brown and his friends; a.k.a. the other people I was playing truth and dare with but would never recognize me because I literally have no social standing (and maybe because I look different with makeup on). Though I can't say I blame them. I hardly recognize most of them either, since Hailey made me take off my glasses and the basement was pretty dark. I look over at them again for some reason. It was probably just a game to them, right? Or maybe it was just a game and I'm the one taking this too seriously. Just as I was about to look away, me and Xavier made eye contact. I could see his eyes flash with
"Hey, nice to meet you," Josh greeted. Oh, this is how he wants to play it, huh? Josh was a pretty tall dude (like 6'4-ish), and was built like a Greek god. Maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit but the guy was pretty muscular. Which is funny cuz he had that innocent baby face look. Josh was dressed in red and white; our football team's colors. I waved in greeting and he smiled back at me. He had a nice smile..I don't know what..but something feels off here."Oh yeah, Cora what did you want to tell me?" Hailey asked.So now she wants me to go first? Yeah, she definitely knows."Having fun without me, coz?" A male voice teased from behind Hailey."Oh hey Jay. What're you doing here?" Josh seemed genuinely surprised. "Hailey said to wait before she introduced me, but it seems she's gotten sidetracked," the person finally came into view. He looked like he walked out of a K-Drama. He was tall too (not as tall as Josh but still), pale skin and had short hair covering his forehead, neat
"Hey, nice to meet you," Josh greeted. Oh, this is how he wants to play it, huh? Josh was a pretty tall dude (like 6'4-ish), and was built like a Greek god. Maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit but the guy was pretty muscular. Which is funny cuz he had that innocent baby face look. Josh was dressed in red and white; our football team's colors. I waved in greeting and he smiled back at me. He had a nice smile..I don't know what..but something feels off here."Oh yeah, Cora what did you want to tell me?" Hailey asked.So now she wants me to go first? Yeah, she definitely knows."Having fun without me, coz?" A male voice teased from behind Hailey."Oh hey Jay. What're you doing here?" Josh seemed genuinely surprised. "Hailey said to wait before she introduced me, but it seems she's gotten sidetracked," the person finally came into view. He looked like he walked out of a K-Drama. He was tall too (not as tall as Josh but still), pale skin and had short hair covering his forehead, neat
Tony's P.O.V.I got to the main campus after practice late in the afternoon after school feeling less upbeat than usual. Probably because of the 'events' that happened recently a few days ago. 'No one do anything to me that Ididn't consent to,' Cora's voice echoed in my ears. God I'm so dumb. I didn't even stop to think about that possibility. Maybe I didn't want to even believe it was a possibility. But now I have to confront it. For her sake and mine. A part of me can't help commending Theodore even as the rest of me remains envious. Just how did he do in one week what I haven't - couldn't in eight years?I never thought I would go so long without telling her. I'd always brushed it off with a 'there's still time' or 'she probably isn't ready yet'. And maybe there is still time and maybe she truly isn't ready yet..but I am. I'm ready to let her know and decide for herself if she is or not. Guess it took me long enough.Some part of me thinks that I've been pretty obvious abou
We'd finally reached the end of the school week and I was eager to get through the day and get some relaxation in. I mean, I didn't even have work today, but I guess Friday had other plans.First, I had to tutor Theo because he didn't do his math homework. The fact that irked me was he wasn't even bothered, he actually asked Cole to do it for him. Oh Cole, you poor thing. Well I couldn't stand by and let that happen. It was Theo's decision to sleep in class, the least he could do was take responsibility for it. "Well I don't know how to solve calculus equations anyway," Theo said nonchalantly. "You know what? I'll teach you," I decided. "Eh, I thought you hated math, Cora," Cole blinked in surprise. "I do. But Theo has to learn to take responsibility for his actions," I huffed. But of course, I just wasted my free period trying to tutor him. He didn't even bother to listen to me."Theo, are you even listening to me?" "No, I wasn't," he replied honestly. Ugh. I've never felt l
When we were little, it seemed anything I could do, Corey could do better. Except computers though, that was probably the only thing I could beat him at. That and P.E.Every time I thought I do something worthy of praise, Corey would've done something even better and our parent's wouldn't even spare time a glance. After we finished elementary school, I stopped trying to impress them or make them acknowledge me or anything like that. I thought life couldn't possibly get worse than this. I really should've learn to stop jinxing myself from then. I've had kids laugh at me and call me nerd before that point, but Corey's always been there to defend me. Despite also, in a way, being a nerd, Corey always had a higher social status than me in school and was actually pretty popular. When we got to middle school and had different class schedules..I started to understand how cruel life could get. Harry Madison and his henchman and woman, Mace Turner and Olive 'Liv' Zamora showed me that. P
"Wait, are you two really planning to fight?" Hailey rushed in between us. "We're not fighting 'fighting', right Jin?""Says the girl who told me she wasn't going to hold back against me," Jin reminded.I glare half-heartedly at him. "Relax Hailey, we're not going to hurt each other." Jin nodded in agreement. "Fine, fine," Hailey gave in. "But are you sure you can fight in that?"She was referring to my outfit. I was currently garbed simply in knee length shorts and a short sleeved (unfortunately plain) shirt. It's been warmer recently so I left my coat I'm Hailey's car."I'm pretty comfortable in these. Actually I think I can fight in anything..except heels though. They're the bane of my existence," I informed. "Uh, well, no. I meant your glasses.""Oh." I suppose that made more sense. "Yeah, I can. It's more of a handicap fighting without then. Or maybe an 'eyedicap'?" I mused out loud. Hailey blinked at me. "Right then. I'm cheering for you.""Thanks.""Ready?' Jin asked me. "
I almost flinched at the sound of his voice. Today's Friday. Yes, why did I forget? Court had adjourned yesterday for a case my dad was working on and he was supposed to be back today. "I believe I asked you a question " my dad folded his arms. Fudge. What do I say? The truth..doesn't really sound like the truth now that I think about it. "Yeah, sorry. I was out with a friend," I told him. It wasn't exactly a lie but my dad raised his eyebrows all the same. When he makes that expression, he reminds me of Corey. Sometimes I wonder if I look like that too. "Out with a friend," my dad repeats, "while your little sister was home alone, you were out with a friend?"At times like this, I knew it was best not to say anything. "I'm asking you a question.""I'm sorry, it won't happen again."My dad runs his hand through his wavy, dark hair. "See that it doesn't."I nodded and started heading upstairs. "Cora," he called. I stopped. "Yeah?""I didn't know you had friends.""Me neither,"
I barely have the chance to breathe before Hailey starts her interrogation.“So…” she started, dragging out the word as we walked out of Jin’s apartment building. “You and Jin, huh?”I sighed. “Don’t start.”“Oh, I’ve already started,” she says, grinning. “That man literally lifted you up and twirled you around like you were in a rom-com. And you let him! Which means something.”“I was just being friendly,” I muttered, staring straight ahead.“Right, and I’m the Queen of England.” Hailey smirked. “You should’ve seen your face when you saw him, Cora. You practically lit up.”I scoffed. “I did not.”“Did too,” she sang. Then, in a more dramatic voice, she clutches her chest. “‘Oh Jin, you’re back! Your hair! Your smile! I feel whole again!’”I shoved her lightly. “Shut up.”She laughed but didn't let up. “So, are you gonna tell me how you feel about him? Or are we pretending this doesn’t exist?”I hesitated. Because the truth is… I don’t 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 closer—so 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 don’t 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, I’m 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. It’s 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 wasn’t 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 head—out 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t sure if it suited her. That small, uncertain movement made something tighten in my chest.She didn’t know.She had no
I woke up feeling… warm. Not just warm—comforted. 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 into—wait. 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, Theo’s 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 he’d been waiting for this moment.“Good morning,” 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 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.