LOGINEllaI 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
BeckettThe rumors get worse by Tuesday.Not better.Not quieter.Definitely not less ridiculous.Worse.By first period, somebody has apparently decided Ella and I are secretly engaged.By second period, Tyler informs me that a sophomore asked if we were eloping after graduation.By lunch, Sean nearly falls out of his chair laughing because someone started a rumor that Ella got me to quit football and join the debate team.The worst part?People seem genuinely committed to these theories.“I’m serious,” Tyler says, still laughing as we walk through the hallway. “This kid swore you were changing your life for love.”“I hate everyone.”Sean pats my shoulder.“We know.”I shove him away.The thing is, none of that actually bothers me anymore.A few weeks ago?Sure.Maybe.I would’ve cared.I would’ve worried about what people were saying.What people thought.Whether I looked stupid.Now?Now I’m mostly irritated because I know exactly how this is affecting Ella.That’s what nobody unde
EllaI should have known.The universe had allowed me approximately twelve hours of happiness before deciding to humble me.That was apparently the limit.Because the second I stepped into school Monday morning, I knew something was wrong.Not wrong wrong.Not emergency wrong.Just…everyone-is-looking-at-me wrong.The parking lot looked exactly the same as always. Cars. Students. Teachers trying to pretend they weren’t already exhausted before first period.Normal.Everything should have felt normal.Instead, it felt like I had accidentally walked onto a stage.People kept looking.Not staring outright.Just those quick little glances people make when they think you’re not paying attention.Then whispers.Then more glances.Then somebody actually pointed.My stomach immediately dropped.“Nope.”Lila looked up from her phone.“What?”“Nope.”She followed my gaze toward a group of girls standing near the entrance.The second they noticed us looking, they turned away.Too late.I had al
Ella I don’t stop walking until I’m halfway across the parking lot. My heart is pounding so hard it feels ridiculous. My face is hot. My hands are shaking. My brain has completely abandoned me. Because Beckett Carter just broke me. Not with a kiss. Not with some grand romantic declaration. No
Beckett I don’t know when it happened. That’s the part that drives me crazy. If someone asked me to point to a specific moment—an exact second when Ella Monroe stopped being the girl who lived next door and became the person I looked for first in every room—I couldn’t do it. Trust me, I’ve tried
Ella I heard about the locker room fight before I actually heard about the locker room fight. Which somehow felt very high school. By the time last period rolled around, people were already whispering. Not subtly either. The kind of whispering where someone says a name, three people turn to look
Beckett By the end of the day, everybody knew. Not the rumor version. Not the “I heard something happened at the pep rally” version. Everybody knew. People stared when I walked through the halls. Conversations stopped when I passed. A couple of freshmen actually moved out of my way like I was







