xionghuan
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Luna’s POV Max’s words in the music room echo as he leaves, his vow to uncover my pain lingering like a weight. My heart pounds, torn between relief that someone sees me and dread that he’ll dig too deep. Why am I worried? He’s new, oblivious to the cafeteria incident, to Tyler, to Rory’s betrayal. If he learns the truth, will he turn away like everyone else? No one’s been different—why would he be? I clench my fist on the piano, sighing. Staying here, drowning in these thoughts,…-
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Luna’s POV The dream of introducing Rory to Tyler haunts me, a sharp reminder of my naivety. I should’ve seen her feelings, but I was too dazzled by his charm. The memory stings, and as I trudge through Royal Heights’ cafeteria, the weight of it lingers. I grab a Japanese bento with grilled salmon—say what you want about this school, but the food is five-star, a daily global menu crafted by top chefs. It’s a small comfort when you’re starving, physically and emotionally. Tray in hand, I…
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Luna’s POV I jolt awake, chest heaving, sweat clinging to my skin. My hand trembles, gripping my sleep shirt as the dream lingers—Tyler’s smile, Rory’s stunned expression, the library where I introduced them. Why now? The memory stings, a cruel reminder of my blindness. I should’ve seen Rory’s feelings for him, the way her eyes lit up. I was so caught up in Tyler’s charm, I missed it all. Tears blur my vision, lips quivering. I’m such an idiot. The pain of losing her, of my mistake,…
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Luna’s POV School’s out, and I’m packing my books, watching Max breeze out of the classroom with his new crew. He tosses jokes, the guys roaring, the girls trailing like eager puppies, giggling at every word. He’s already one of them, fitting in like he’s been here forever. Good for him. I don’t need more drama, and neither does he. Dodging him after school was the right call—sticking to phone calls for our English assignment keeps things clean, safe. Sighing, I sling my backpack over…
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Luna’s POV I trudge through Royal Heights’ halls, my heart heavy from yesterday’s coffee shop talk with Max. What if someone saw us? I shake off the paranoia. No one from school was there. I picked that secluded spot by my favorite bookstore for a reason—quiet, hidden, safe. Still, I cringe at how I opened up, rambling about galaxies, moons, my parents’ tragic love story. Why did I do that? I’ve kept everyone at arm’s length since last year’s disaster, but Max’s questions slipped past…
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Max’s POV We’re at Luna’s favorite bookstore, a cozy spot dwarfed by the flashy megastore down the street. She moves through the shelves with ease, like she’s memorized every title. No need for an assistant—she owns this place, in her quiet way. I trail behind, letting her lead. She’s the one who knows what we’re looking for, and I’m just along for the ride, still replaying the scene at the football field. Tyler’s clenched fists, his buddy’s cruel “Lunatic” jab. It’s been…
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Max’s POV The football tryout is a rush, every move scrutinized by Coach Williams and the upperclassmen. Tyler Gates, the team captain, watches me with a mix of curiosity and assessment. Coach runs me through the gauntlet: a 40-yard dash to clock my speed, throwing drills for precision, snapping the ball, receiving passes, navigating tire courses, kicking field goals, punting, and slamming into a padded blocking sled. Sweat drips, muscles burn, but I’m in my element. Football’s my…
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Max’s POV Luna Klein walks into class, and my eyes betray me, locking onto her as she heads to her desk. Her lips are pressed thin, her gaze fixed forward, radiating discomfort under the weight of everyone’s stares. It’s not just me—classmates flick their eyes her way, some lingering, others quick and dismissive. The guys look at her like she’s a rare painting they can’t afford, irritation simmering beneath their awe. The girls? Their glances are sharper, laced with envy or disdain, like…
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I shut my locker, arms loaded with books, and head to the library. Reading is my sanctuary, a way to drown out the noise of the world—and the whispers that have haunted me since last year’s cafeteria incident. The words on the page pull me in, silencing the mockery that still lingers in the halls of Royal Heights. Even after a year, most students see me as the villain, a stuck-up rich girl who deserves their scorn. Lost in thought, I round a corner and collide with someone. My books scatter across…
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One Year Ago My hand was sweaty as I clutched my phone, eyes glued to the text that sent my mind spiraling. The bell signaling the end of history class rang, but I barely registered it. Tyler: I've got a surprise coming upTyler: I'll see you soon at the cafeteriaTyler: Miss you I froze, my nerves on edge. Rory’s words from yesterday echoed in my head, amplifying my anxiety. She’d confessed her feelings for Tyler, oblivious to the fact that he’d been flirting with me for months. My best…
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