LOGINELENA'S POV I sat at a small table on the second floor, my notebook open in front of me, pretending to review the notes Jax had promised to return to me. The truth was I was hiding from the way Noah had behaved. From the way my own heart kept betraying me every time I thought about him and I just didn't expect him to find me here. The heavy wooden door at the end of the aisle creaked open, and for a moment the low murmur from the study room downstairs drifted up before the door swung shut again. I looked up out of habit, the way anyone would and my stomach dropped. Noah walked in. He was still in his practice clothes with gray hoodie, sweatpants, hair damp and messy. His eyes swept the rows once, twice, and then found mine across the long aisles of books like they always did like magnets and his jaw locked. He didn't sit down. He didn't pretend to look for a book. He walked straight toward my table, long strides eating up the distance between us, and the few students still scattered
NOAH'S POVThe text from Ethan came in at 7:12 p.m.I was in my dorm, half-watching Game Of Thrones for the fourth time on my laptop, half-thinking about the way Elena had looked at me at the party when she saw me with Ashley. Ethan: Heads up. Elena agreed to dinner with Jax tonight. Said she needs her notes back. Don’t do anything stupid.I stared at the screen for three full minutes. Three minutes of my brain refusing to process the words. Three minutes of my heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out. Three minutes of that hot rage rising in my chest again, the same one that had made me swing on Jax in class, the same one that made me follow her in the rain, and the same one that made me want to burn everything down just to keep her close."Dinner with Jax."Why the fuck was she having dinner with Jax? What was her motive? Was is a comeback for being with Ashley? If it was, it's downright petty and immature. I stood up so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floor. My h
ELENA’S POVThe party was loud, chaotic, and exactly the kind of place I didn’t want to be. But apparently Lora would not hear about it. After telling her about the night everything happened between Noah and I, she couldn't believe it."What the hell was that, Elena?" Lora had all but screamed. "You've both crossed a really dangerous line."Music thumped through the frat house like a second heartbeat, bass vibrating up through the floorboards into my bones. Red Solo cups littered every surface. People laughed too loud, danced too close, and pretended the world outside didn’t exist. I’d only come because Lora dragged me, promising it would be “good for me” to get out after everything with Noah, promising it'll be the best for my mental health like this party was helping my mental health right now.I regretted it the second I saw him.Noah stood near the makeshift bar in the living room, a red cup in one hand, the other resting casually on the small of a blonde girl’s back. She was beau
NOAH'S POV The knock on her door was soft and I knew she had heard it by all means.I stood in the dimly lit hallway of her dorm building, blood still drying on my hoodie, my split lip throbbing with every heartbeat. My knuckles burned where they’d split open against Jax’s face. I shouldn’t be here. I should’ve gone back to my own room, iced my hand, and tried to forget the way my friend’s words had cut deeper than any punch.But I couldn’t stay away. The door opened. Elena stood there in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts, hair messy like she’d been tossing and turning. Her eyes widened the second she saw me with the blood on my lip, the bruise blooming along my jaw, and the raw splits on my knuckles. For a split second, something soft and worried flashed across her face. Then it hardened into that familiar fire I craved like oxygen.“What the hell happened to you?” she demanded, her brows furrowing obviously not liking the sight of me on her doorstep.I didn’t answer
Elena’s POVThe knock on my dorm door came at 11:47 p.m.I knew it was him before I even opened it. My heart did that stupid little flip it always did when Noah was near, even when I was mad at him especially when I was mad at him.I opened the door.Noah stood in the hallway looking like he’d been dragged through hell. His gray hoodie had a smear of dried blood on the collar. His bottom lip was split open, swollen, and there was a fresh bruise blooming along his jaw. His knuckles on his right hand were split too. He looked exhausted. Guilty and still so stupidly beautiful it made my chest ache.“What happened?” I asked.He just stood there, eyes searching mine like he was waiting for me to slam the door in his face.“Jax,” he finally said. “We got into it during class.”I stared at him. “You fought Jax? Your friend?”He nodded once. “He said something he shouldn’t have.”I didn’t ask what. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. Instead, I stepped aside and let him in. The door clicked shut
NOAH’S POVMy sneakers screeched against the hardwood of the court, a sharp, piercing sound that ricocheted off the steel rafters and drilled directly into my skull. "Again!" Coach barked from the baseline, his whistle clamped between his teeth. "Blue line and back, Hale! Look like you actually want to be in the tournament tomorrow!"My lungs were on fire but the physical pain was the only thing keeping me from completely snapping. I slammed the ball onto the floor, catching it on the rebound, and sprinted.I needed the burn. I needed my muscles to scream and my vision to blur at the edges. I was trapped. Every single wall I’d ever built to keep myself safe had just turned into a cage."Yo, Captain! Heads up!"The voice cut through my haze just as I hit the three-point line.Jax. He caught my chest pass, his sneakers sliding on the glossy floor as he spun and dropped a casual layup through the net. He was grinning, his dark curls damp with sweat, completely unbothered by the fact th
NOAH'S POVIt started raining at nine forty-seven.I know the exact time because I was on the court running free throws when the first crack of thunder hit, and I checked my phone out of habit, and the weather app said severe storm warning until 2AM in the cheerful way weather apps delivered bad ne
ELENA'S POV "You're in my seat."I looked up from my laptop. Noah was standing on the other side of the media room table with a coffee cup in each hand and the expression of someone who had decided to be difficult about something small because they couldn't be honest about something large."There
ELENA'S POVI was looking for Ethan.That is the only reason I was in that corridor, and I need that established clearly because what happened next was not my fault and I will not be accepting responsibility for a door that was already standing open when I got there.Ethan had my memory card. He'd
NOAH'S POVBrandon Cole had been on my court for eleven minutes before I decided I didn't like him.bNot because of his game. He was good—genuinely, annoyingly good—the kind of shooting guard who made you earn every single possession and I respected that the way I respected most things that had noth







