It started with a whisper in the hallway.
By third period, it was a shout behind closed lockers.
By lunch, it was everywhere.
> "Did you hear? Nick Leister and the new girl… his stepsister?"
The word stepsister clung to tongues like poison. They said it with curiosity. With disgust. With envy. As if it was fiction, or worse — entertainment.
Noah heard it from across the quad. Laughter. Sneers. Phones held just a little too long in her direction.
Nick hadn't spoken to her in two days. Not since the fight in the parking lot. Not since he said he regretted touching her — even as his hands had memorized every inch of her body.
But now?
Now they were exposed.
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> "How long?" Ron asked Nick behind the bleachers.
> "Doesn't matter," Nick muttered.
> "She's your stepsister, man."
> "She's not my blood."
> "That's not the problem and you know it."
Nick shoved his fists into his jacket pockets.
Ron lowered his voice.
> "Are you in love with her?"
Nick didn't answer.
Didn't have to.
Ron cursed under his breath.
> "Daniella's gonna go nuclear."
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And she did.
After school. Loud. In public. Where everyone could hear.
She cornered Noah by the science wing, a crowd already gathering.
> "You think you're special?" Daniella hissed. "You think he won't toss you aside like the rest of us?"
Noah stayed calm.
> "I don't think anything. I know he's never looked at you the way he looks at me."
The slap came fast.
Hard.
Clean across the face.
Gasps rippled through the hallway.
But Noah didn't cry.
She smiled.
> "That all you've got?"
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Then came the chaos.
Nick appeared from nowhere, grabbing Daniella's arm and yanking her back with a glare so cold it froze the entire hall.
> "Touch her again," he growled, "and I swear to God—"
> "What?" Daniella screamed. "You'll hit me like you hit everyone else?"
> "No," Nick said. "I'll forget I ever pitied you."
She stormed off, mascara smudged, dignity shattered.
But the silence she left behind was louder than any scream.
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That night, Nick showed up at Noah's door.
She didn't ask how he got in.
She just stared at him — hoodie oversized, eyes rimmed in anger and exhaustion.
> "You shouldn't be here."
> "Neither should you," he said. "You belong anywhere but this house. Anywhere but with me."
> "But here we are."
He stepped closer. His hand reached out — tentative, trembling — to touch the fading red mark on her cheek.
> "Did she hurt you?"
> "Not as much as you did."
> "I'm sorry."
She laughed, bitter. "You think sorry fixes this?"
> "No," he whispered. "But it's the only thing I have left."
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They stood there, quiet.
Until she moved first.
She walked into him, not for a kiss, not for comfort — just to feel him. His chest against hers. His breath in her hair.
> "Everyone knows now," she whispered.
> "Let them."
> "You said this would ruin us."
> "It already has."
> "Then what are we?"
He closed his eyes.
> "We're a story no one's allowed to read."