~ Becca ~
I didn’t plan to fall for him.
That’s the thing everyone gets wrong about revenge arcs. You don’t sit there twirling your hair like a villain, thinking yes, today I’ll catch feelings. It just… happens. Quiet. Sneaky. Like mold in a bathroom you swear you cleaned.
The charity thing ends the way those things always do. Applause that means nothing. Smiles that hurt your face. Lydia pretending she didn’t just claw Stephen’s arm hard enough to leave marks when she saw Evan talk to me.
Jace doesn’t rush me out. He never does. He lets me set the pace, like he knows pushing would snap something fragile he’s pretending not to notice.
We get in his car. Silence. Not awkward. Just full.
“You okay?” he asks again, softer this time.
I nod. Then shake my head. Then laugh under my breath
