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 always right past a cemetery on the way to school. I was looking over the headstones as I passed thinking to myself these ones people who laughed and ate and lived and loved. And now they won't anymore. Today though, I stopped my bike having the urge to go in. I gave him to said urges. After securing my bike near the gate I walked in. I didn't think I would remember the way through the rows and rows grey headstones, trees and brushes but I forged along anyway with only muscle memory to guide me. I stopped at a turning...and it was right there just like I remembered from all those years ago. Nothing had changed really. Timeless in a way. The cemetery was so silent, it was almost deafening. My hand caressed the headstone. The name on it read: SAVANNAH McGREW, and it's been three years on this very date since she died. Death is a funny thing. One moment you see someone's smiling face and the next you hear of them..dead. Pale, cold, unmoving. And the only thing you have left are th
Apparently, me and Theo's face-to-face had made it's rounds through school, if I'm reading the pointed glares I'm getting from other girls in the hallway correctly. Seriously..people, get a life. Plus it was completely harmless. 'Or was it,' a voice in my head questioned before I snuffed it out immediately. I've got enough self critism to last me a lifetime, plus a chemistry pop quiz after lunch I need to prepare for. I certainly don't need to add second guessing Theo's every gesture towards me to the list. I was making my way back to the main hallway from the gym locker room, which was down a couple of stairs, when I got cornered by the same group of girls as the last time.Great. Just great. "Listen, Tory –" one of them started."It's Cora and I really don't want to," I interrupted, "I've got more important things to do so if you'll please.""That's our line," the loud one from before spoke up."You know, we said you weren't a threat before and we still stand by that. So don't e
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
Monday mornings weren’t supposed to feel this good. But as I stepped into the school courtyard, the crisp morning air and the warmth of the sun on my skin made it feel like—for once—this week might not completely suck. Because for once, the weight of the world wasn’t pressing down on my shoulders. The weekend had been… nice. Good, even.Until it wasn’t.Because there, right near the entrance of the main building, was Ashley.Ashley, Theo’s… well, I didn’t actually know what she was to Theo. But she was definitely something. Something stunning, something confident, something infuriatingly attached to him—literally, if the way she was holding onto his arm was anything to go by.And just like that, all the work I’d done over the weekend, the balance I’d built in my mind, came crumbling down with her very presence.It was laughable, really. She didn’t even live around here, let alone go to our school, which meant whatever she was saying to Theo could have easily been a text. But instead,
The soft glow of early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting streaks of gold across the bed. The room was quiet, save for the faint rustling of the sheets and the rhythmic sound of his breathing. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been awake, but it had been long enough to just…watch him.Theo.His head rested on my lap, his golden hair catching the light, turning almost ethereal. The faint rise and fall of his chest, the slow flutter of his lashes as he dreamed—it was the calmest I’d ever seen him. A stark contrast to the restless way he had slept last night.His legs were tangled with mine, his body warm against me, like he had unconsciously sought me out even in sleep. Every now and then, he shifted slightly, rubbing against me as if searching for something—like a cat craving attention. A part of me wondered if he would stay this way forever if I didn’t move.It wasn’t the first time I’d wondered what he was dreaming of.I wished I could see into his mind, unravel whate
The drive to Theo’s place was quiet. Not awkward—just filled with the kind of silence that said everything words couldn’t. Cole didn’t 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 he’d 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.“What happened?” Theo asked, his voice sharp with concern.I blinked. “Nothing.”He didn’t look convinced.Cole leaned against the doorway, sipping from a bottle of soda like he was watching a rom-com unfold. “She just really wanted to see you,” he drawled, winking at me.I felt my face heat. “That’s not—”“Don’t scare her off, Cole,” 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 it—every 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t know how to answer. I still didn’t 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.“Spill,” she demanded. “So, who are we shipping you with now? Jin or Theo?”I raised an eyebrow. “I’m glad my ‘love life’ is so amusing to you.”She just shrugged, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Hey, at least you’re giving me content. So, what happened last night?”I'm telling you, she has a talent for sniffing out drama like a bloodhound.“
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