CHAPTER 6- RUMORS AND REVELATIONS
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Lila’s POV
By Monday morning, school felt like a stage. Whispers followed me through the halls. I could feel eyes on me, lingering, judging, wondering.
“Did you hear she was with Jake at the diner?”
“She’s the new girl—must be trying to get attention.”
“Bet it’s all for show. He never talks to anyone.”
I kept my eyes down, gripping my books like armor. I wasn’t used to this kind of attention—the wrong kind. The “you’re not supposed to be here” kind.
Jake, of course, strolled in late with his usual half-smirk, hoodie up, earbuds in. Untouchable.
When our eyes met across the hallway, he gave me a subtle nod.
Not a smile.
Not a wink.
Just… acknowledgment.
Like he knew exactly what I was feeling.
And somehow, that helped.
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At lunch, I sat with Emma and Natalie. Natalie was all drama as usual.
“I swear, if one more person asks me about you and Jake, I’m going to scream. What did happen at the diner?”
Emma nudged her. “Drop it. If she wants to talk, she will.”
I sighed. “It was nothing. We talked, ate fries, and… that’s it.”
Natalie raised an eyebrow. “But did you like it?”
I didn’t answer.
Because I had liked it. But not in the way they thought. Not romantically. Not yet. It was more like... I saw something in him that others didn’t. Or maybe I wanted to.
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During Biology, we were paired again.
“Rumors spreading fast,” Jake said, not looking up.
“I noticed,” I muttered.
He tapped his pen against the desk. “You care a lot what people think.”
I froze. “Is that a problem?”
He shrugged. “Not if you know who you are.”
That shut me up.
We didn’t talk for the rest of the period, but his words stayed with me long after the bell rang.
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After school, I walked toward the bus stop. I usually waited alone.
But that day, Jake was there, leaning against the bus sign like it belonged to him.
“No ride?” I asked.
He looked at me sideways. “My bike’s in the shop.”
There was a long pause. Then he added, “You want a distraction?”
“What kind?”
He pointed down the street. “Skatepark. Not for skating. Just… quiet.”
I hesitated. Then followed.
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The skatepark at sunset was empty and oddly peaceful. We sat on the edge of the ramp. He pulled out his sketchbook. I blinked.
“You draw?”
Jake didn’t answer. Just flipped it open and handed it to me.
Sketches of people. Mostly faceless. One looked eerily like me, sitting alone in the library.
“That’s creepy,” I said, but I was kind of flattered.
“You looked... out of place. Like you didn’t want to be seen, but needed someone to.”
I looked at him, surprised by how honest he was.
He sighed. “People talk, Lila. They always will. Let them.”
His voice was low. Tired. Not of me—but of the world.
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I watched the sun dip lower. “You’re not who people say you are, are you?”
Jake didn’t smile this time. “Neither are you.”
And in that quiet moment, something shifted.
Not romance.
Not a crush.
Just two people—broken in different ways—seeing each other clearly.
For the first time, I felt like maybe, just maybe… I wasn’t completely alone.
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