𝓓𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝓛𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝓢𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 , matt sturniolo

can the two of them really keep their 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭?

𝓙N 𝓦HICH

𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐓 was the kind of girl everyone knew, even if they'd never spoken to her. the kind of girl whose name floated through hallways like perfume, sweet, sharp, impossible to ignore. she was dramatic, stubborn, sarcastic to her core, and never afraid to let the truth fall from her lips, no matter who it cut on the way down. with rich parents and a last name that carried power, elara walked like she owned the city, because in a way, she did. people wanted to be her. people wanted to know her. people wanted to be seen by her. she wasn't just popular at school, she was the girl everyone whispered about at parties, the girl who heard secrets before they were even spoken, the girl whose opinion spread like wildfire the second she opened her mouth. but beneath all the popularity and confidence, beneath the perfect hair and practiced smirks, there was a version of elara only she knew. the one who unraveled in silence. the one who never felt enough. the insecure mess wrapped in gold, trying to convince the world and herself, that she didn't break as easily as everyone else.

𝒪R

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎 was the lead bassist in the
school band and, compared to elara monet, one of the biggest nerdy "losers" in school. quiet, awkward, and perfectly fine keeping to himself, he moved through the halls like a shadow-unnoticed, unbothered, and completely out of elara's world. he knew she didn't like him-probably didn't even know he existed-but ever since the first day of high school, he'd had a crush on her. elara. insanely gorgeous. completely out of this world. the kind of girl who walked into a room and made it impossible not to notice her. confident, dramatic, untouchable. and matt? he knew he'd never have a shot. not with her. not with anyone like he