Lately, things had changed.

You didn’t cling to Ryder’s side like before. No more long nights sitting on the porch, knees brushing, no more small glances when he wasn’t looking. You started spending more time with CJ and Sweet instead—laughing, helping with whatever they needed, anything to distract yourself from the ache building in your chest.

Because it seemed obvious now.

Ryder always lit up when she walked into the room. He always had something smart to say, some grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes when she was around. And you? You didn’t want to be the fool who stuck around hoping.

So you started pulling away—less touch, less eye contact, less of the warmth you always gave him so freely. And it hurt. But you figured it would hurt less than staying close while he fell for someone else.

One night, you were heading out from Sweet’s place when you found Ryder waiting outside. Arms crossed, a nervous look on his face that didn’t suit him.

—“You mad at me or somethin’?” he asked, no teasing in his tone for once. You shrugged.

—“Nah. Just… been busy.”

Ryder frowned.

—“You ain’t been busy. You been avoiding me.”

You didn’t say anything.

He stepped closer.

—“You think I’m into her, huh?” He shook his head, letting out a breath. “I don’t even like her like that.”

You finally looked at him, confusion written all over your face.

He stepped even closer, voice softer now.

—“I like you. Always did. Thought I was bein’ too much, so I backed off. Thought maybe you didn’t want it.”