The Line He Shouldn’t Cross
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THE AFTERNOON BELL
By the time school ended, my brain felt fried.
Not from classes but from Jace Blackwood.
Everywhere I went, it was like his presence followed me.
Not physically…just this feeling.
Like he was a shadow I couldn’t step out of.
Like I’d accidentally entered a story I wasn’t supposed to be part of.
I packed my bag slowly, trying to breathe out the tension, when a group of girls passed by my desk.
“Did you hear?”
“He cornered her in the hallway.”
“She must be brave. Or stupid.”
“Jace doesn’t wait for anyone…”
Their voices shrank into whispers, but the meaning stayed loud.
By the time I stepped into the hallway, I already felt the shift.
People were staring.
More than yesterday.
I hugged my books tighter.
Welcome to Ridgeview, where people treated drama like oxygen.
THE PARKING LOT
I walked out through the front gates, relieved to feel fresh air instead of judgmental stares.
Cars, motorcycles, students… the usual after-school chaos.
I just needed to get home. Maybe cry into a pillow. Maybe scream. Maybe both.
I was halfway across the lot when a voice called out behind me.
Not loud.
Not angry.
Just… calm.
Too calm.
“Ariel.”
I knew who it was without turning.
My feet froze.
I inhaled, exhaled, then slowly turned around.
Jace stood beside a matte black motorcycle, yeah of course he owned one, leaning on it like he’d stepped straight out of a bad decision and a good dream.
His hair was messy, his hoodie slightly unzipped, and his expression unreadable.
“What now?” I said, trying to sound braver than I felt.
Jace looked at me for a long, heavy moment.
Then…
“You weren’t supposed to walk home alone.”
I blinked.
“What?”
He pushed off the bike and came toward me, hands in his pockets.
“You’re new. People talk. People look. Some of them look too much.”
His eyes flicked toward a group of guys across the lot who quickly glanced away.
“So?” I challenged.
“So,” he said quietly, “not everyone at this school is harmless.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Is that a threat?”
His jaw tightened. “It’s a warning.”
“You give a lot of those,” I shot back.
“I give them to people who need them.”
“Well, I don’t.”
He stopped only a foot away from me.
Close enough that I could feel his warmth, his tension, his presence swallowing mine.
“Yeah,” he murmured, eyes dropping to my lips for half a second. “You do.”
My heart flipped so hard it hurt.
I stepped back.
He stepped forward.
“Jace,” I whispered, “we barely know each other.”
“That’s the problem,” he said.
I swallowed. “What problem?”
He held my gaze, and anger, longing, fear in his eye flickered like a secret fighting to break out.
“You make me forget what I’m supposed to be,” he said.
The words hit me like a punch.
I didn’t know what he meant.
I didn’t know if he knew what he meant.
But my chest tightened, and I hated that it felt good.
Dangerously good.
THE INTERRUPTED MOMENT
“Ariel!”
I turned.
My aunt’s car pulled up near the gate. She waved, smiling, completely oblivious to the storm standing beside me.
Jace took a step back instantly, like her presence burned him.
His face shut down, emotionless, hard, blank.
“Aunt’s here,” I muttered.
“Good,” he said too quickly.
I took a few steps toward the car, then paused.
Jace stood where I left him, staring at the ground like he was fighting with himself.
His hands flexed.
His jaw clenched.
His chest rose and fell too fast.
I shouldn’t have spoken.
I should’ve walked away.
But…
“Jace?”
He didn’t look up.
I hesitated. “Thank you. For… caring. In your own weird, frustrating way.”
His head lifted, eyes locking onto mine.
Something painful flashed across his face.
“I don’t care,” he said.
Too fast.
Too harsh.
Too untrue.
“You do,” I whispered.
His throat bobbed. “That’s why this can’t happen.”
“What can’t happen?”
“Us talking. You looking at me. Me… reacting.”
Reacting.
God.
Why did that word feel so heavy?
I opened my mouth to ask him what he meant, but he turned sharply toward his motorcycle.
Conversation over.
Walls back up.
But as he swung his leg over the bike, he spoke again, barely audible.
“Ariel… stay out of trouble.”
I huffed. “Why? So you can keep pretending I don’t exist?”
His grip tightened on the handlebars.
Then, softly….
“I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
Before I could answer, the engine roared, drowning out everything which includes my confusion, his emotions, this stupid magnetic pull that shouldn’t exist.
Jace sped out of the parking lot without a backward glance.
But the echo of his voice stayed with me.
HOME — LATER THAT NIGHT
I tried to distract myself with homework.
Didn’t work.
I tried music.
Didn’t work.
I tried scrolling through my phone.
Doesn’t work either.
No matter what I did, Jace kept invading my thoughts.
His warning.
His eyes.
His closeness.
The way he said my name.
Why did he feel like danger wrapped in tenderness?
Why did I feel… drawn?
A soft knock made me jump.
Aunt Mira poked her head into my room. “Everything okay, honey? Someone seemed distracted at dinner.”
“I’m just tired,” I lied.
She smiled. “First week of school is always rough. You’ll settle in soon.”
I hoped she was right.
When she left, I lay back on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
I didn’t want trouble.
I didn’t want drama.
I didn’t want a boy with secrets and a darkness he refused to explain.
But fate didn’t care what I wanted.
Because when my phone buzzed at midnight with an unknown number…
I already knew who it was.
My stomach flipped as I opened the message.
Unknown:
Don’t come early tomorrow. I heard something. Just trust me.
Another message.
—J.
My heart thudded.
Why did his warnings scare me?
Why did they thrill me?
Why did I want to listen even though I shouldn’t?
I typed back before I could stop myself.
Ariel:
Why? What’s happening?
The reply was instant.
Just stay home until second period. Please.
Please.
The word felt wrong coming from someone like him.
And that was the moment I realized…
Jace Blackwood wasn’t just trouble.
He was already changing my life.
And I wasn’t sure if it was for better or worse.
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