LOGINEllaI should be happy.That’s the part that makes me feel guilty.Because if someone had shown me my life a month ago and then let me peek into today, I would’ve thought I’d somehow wandered into somebody else’s story.Beckett wasn’t pretending I didn’t exist anymore.He walked beside me at school.Talked to me in the hallways.Smiled at me without checking who was watching.Yesterday he’d tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear in the middle of a crowded hallway like it was the most natural thing in the world.The old Beckett would’ve died before doing something like that.The new Beckett hadn’t even hesitated.So why couldn’t I relax?Why did every sweet moment come with a tiny voice in the back of my mind whispering…Don’t get comfortable.Not yet.By Thursday morning, I was exhausted from arguing with myself.One half of me wanted to believe him.The other half kept waiting for the punchline.Lila found me at my locker before first period.She leaned against the metal door, s
BeckettI should’ve known one morning wasn’t going to change everything.For about five minutes after walking into school beside Ella, I actually let myself believe things might finally be getting easier.She’d smiled at me.Really smiled.Not the nervous little one she’d been giving me for weeks, but the kind that reached her eyes and made those tiny dimples appear in her cheeks. I’d carried her backpack through the parking lot, we’d laughed together, and for the first time since this whole disaster started, I didn’t feel like I was constantly one wrong move away from losing her.It felt… normal.Which should’ve been my first warning.Nothing about my life had been normal since Ella Monroe started looking at me like I was capable of becoming a better man.By second period, the whispers had already started.I heard my name twice before I even made it to English. By lunch, people weren’t bothering to lower their voices anymore.“Dude actually brought her backpack inside.”“I told you t
EllaI don’t think I’ve ever been more aware of another person than I am of Beckett Carter.It’s honestly exhausting.Not because he’s constantly talking to me.Because he’s constantly… there.Not in an overwhelming way.Not like he’s trying to crowd me or fix everything overnight.Just… present.It’s strange how much that matters.Before all of this, Beckett barely existed in my world outside of school hallways, football games, and the occasional sarcastic comment that always seemed to linger longer than it should have.Now I notice everything.The sound of his truck pulling into the driveway after practice.The way he automatically waves at my mom if she’s outside watering flowers.The fact that he somehow always knows when Mason is trying to sneak cookies before dinner.The stupid little things.The ordinary things.The things that quietly become important before you realize they’ve taken root.Which is dangerous.Very dangerous.Monday morning starts like every other school day.I
Beckett Sometimes the quiet moments were the most dangerous. Not because they were dramatic. Because they gave me time to think. Practice had ended an hour ago, and for once I wasn’t rushing anywhere. Sean had gone home with Tyler, Mason had soccer practice with Mom, and the house felt strangely empty. I should’ve been studying. Coach had already reminded us twice this week that grades still mattered, and midterms weren’t exactly optional. Instead, I found myself wandering. Again. My feet seemed to have developed a habit of making decisions without asking permission first. Before I knew it, I was standing on the sidewalk between our houses, hands shoved into the pockets of my hoodie, staring across the small stretch of grass that separated my front porch from Ella’s. The lights were on inside her living room. I could see movement through the curtains. For the first time in weeks, that sight didn’t come with panic. It came with something softer. Comfort. The realization
EllaI’ve discovered something.People are exhausting.Not just the mean ones.All of them.Because somehow, after years of practically being invisible, everyone suddenly remembers I exist.I preferred being ignored.At least when people ignored me, they weren’t constantly trying to figure me out.By Friday morning, I’d been asked some variation of “So… what’s going on with you and Beckett?” at least six different times.By six different people.One girl from my history class actually stopped me outside the library just to ask if Beckett really held my hand in the courtyard.I didn’t even know she knew my name.Apparently she did now.“Are you guys together?” she’d asked with bright, curious eyes.“I… don’t know.”It was the only honest answer I had.Because what exactly were Beckett and I?Friends?Definitely more than that.Dating?Nobody had actually said those words.In love?…we were getting dangerously close to that one.Whatever we were, it was complicated.Very complicated.Li
BeckettHolding Ella’s hand in front of half the school should have felt terrifying.Instead, it felt weirdly natural.Like my body had gotten tired of fighting something my heart had already decided weeks ago.The rumors didn’t magically stop.If anything, they got worse.People stared.People whispered.Tyler claimed three separate freshmen asked if Ella and I were secretly engaged.Sean nearly choked laughing when he heard that one.But for the first time, I honestly didn’t care.Not because the attention disappeared.Because Ella smiled more.And somehow that mattered more than everything else.By Thursday afternoon, practice had finally ended, and I was heading toward the parking lot when I heard someone call my name.“Beckett.”I turned automatically.Charlene.Great.Just what I needed.She was leaning against a car a few rows away, arms folded across her chest. Blonde hair perfectly styled. Makeup flawless. The kind of girl that had always fit naturally into my world.Or at le
Ella The house is quiet when I walk in. It always is. The front door shuts behind me with a soft click, and the silence settles over everything before I even take another step. It’s the kind of silence that feels too big for one person. Heavy. Familiar. Waiting. “Mom?” I call anyway. Nothing.
Beckett She wasn’t supposed to talk back. That was the problem. That was the thought that had been stuck in my head all damn day, circling around and around no matter how many times I told myself to drop it. Not practice. Not class. Not Coach ripping into me twice because I missed a route I co
Ella By lunch, everybody knows. Of course they do. News travels through our school faster than wildfire, especially when it involves someone people actually care about. Or in this case, someone people definitely care about and someone they usually pretend doesn’t exist. I know before anyone say
Ella “Hey, James. Did your closet finally lose a fight with a dumpster?” Laughter broke out behind me. I didn’t turn around. That was rule number one. Actually, it was the only rule that really mattered. Don’t react. Don’t engage. And whatever you do, don’t let them see it hurts. The hallwa







