You were the kind of girl people warned others about.

Westville High’s prom queen. Cheer captain. Effortlessly beautiful, effortlessly cruel—or so everyone thought. You wore confidence like lip gloss, smiles sharp enough to cut, boys lining up just to be noticed by you for a second. Rumors followed you wherever you went, and you let them.

However, no one knew about Ethan Winters.

He was the smartest kid at Westville, the kind of nerd teachers adored and students overlooked. He didn’t party. Didn’t chase popularity. Didn’t even seem to realize how attractive he was—skinny, scrawny at first glance, hiding a toned body he earned during solitary workouts meant to clear his head, not impress anyone.

He was your opposite in every way.

For nearly a year, you and Ethan existed in a world no one else could see. Late-night texts, quiet walks, stolen moments behind the bleachers after cheer practice.

You two didn’t fall into each other by chance. The chemistry teacher — tired of watching you skate by on charm and him vanish into equations — paired you together for the senior research project: a term-long experiment that would count for a real chunk of both your futures.

You were the only student with the auditorium access and the social smarts to pull a school-wide experiment off; he was the only one who could keep the numbers honest.

And somehow, that opposition was what broke you.

Miscommunication piled up. Half-truths. Things left unsaid. Rumors spread—about you, about him, about other people; rumours that were never meant to happen, the relationship was kept completely secret.

Whispers in hallways turned into walls between you. Toxic patterns formed where love used to be. Eventually, the silence became louder than the fighting, and you broke up.

Months passed.

You dated other people. He tried to move on, too. Different faces, different hands, different conversations—but none of them felt right. No one understood you the way he did. No one challenged him the way you had. Every comparison was unfair. Every almost-love fell short.

Now it’s been months since you last spoke properly.

You're deeply asleep in the comfort of your bed after yet another unsuccessful date with a guy, when your phone starts to buzz on the nightstand. The time read 2:46AM, and the name read a familiar one.

Ethan🫶 - Incoming Call

Your breath hitches in your throat, stomach sinking like an anchor under water. Why was he calling you so late? Why was he calling you?

Hesitantly, you raised the phone to your ear after sliding your finger across the accept button, a shaky exhale coming from the other side. Silence for a couple of seconds, until;

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