Betty never expected to fall for James, the school's infamous bad boy with a crooked smile and a past he rarely talks about. She writes poetry in secret; he breaks hearts without meaning to. But when their worlds collide, something clicks. Suddenly, it's stolen glances, late-night drives, and a kind of love that feels like magic.
But not everything is as perfect as it seems.
James is hiding something. And as Betty dives deeper into their relationship, she starts to notice the silence between the words, the spaces between the strings tying them together.
Because sometimes, love isn't just about two people. Sometimes, there's someone else in the story-someone who's been there all along.
A story about first love, quiet heartbreak, and the invisible strings that pull us in unexpected directions.
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I anticipated every breath, and every word. Each day, you could only take an uneducated guess at what he would say. What he would do.
My heart tremor as he leaned in.
"I was wrong, sweetheart. I was so wrong," he whispered, the words tickling my ears. "Because with you, there are no doubts. Only love, so, so much love. And, I will spend every single day, every minute, and every fucking second proving that I deserve it."
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Kimberly Wrighton, the new girl who is desperate to make it through her senior year with as little issue as possible. The girl with a diary containing her insecurities, her secrets, and her true self.
Kade Ryder, the typical popular guy who feeds off of fights, anger, and violence. The guy that gets whatever he wants, no matter who or what he has to destroy in order to get it. The bad boy that girls swoon over. The guy with a heart so cold, he would laugh in the face of someone's insecurities.
This time, though, Kade had gone too far.
What if the most rudest, arrogant, popular, and most beautiful man in your school took your diary? What if he read every thought, every bare emotion, and every word of it? What if, in the venture to get it back, you begin to see the real man behind the cold, hard exterior, the real you, and the real truth?