I thought things were going on fine. Or at least, as fine as they could be when Liam was involved. But apparently, my brain doesn't get "fine" when it comes to him.
It started with a text. From him. Simple and innocent
Meet me after school. Need to talk.
My stomach did that stupid turning thing it always does around him. I wanted to groan, or roll my eyes, or act totally normal but I didn't. I couldn't.i can't control myself when it comes to him.
So, after school, I went. Of course, I went. And there he was, leaning against his car, jacket half-zipped, hair sticking out at all the wrong angles like he didn't care which, honestly, made him look ridiculously perfect and cute.
Hi" I said, trying to sound casual. "What's up? I saw your text
He paused . Took a deep breath. And then my phone buzzed.
A text. From someone I didn't recognize.
Don't trust him. He's trouble.
I stared at it. Blinked. My heart skipped. Then I looked up at Liam, and his expression changed. Not like anger, not like sadness more like guilt.
"I—" he started.
I interrupted him, voice shaking slightly. "Who's that?! I asked.
He looked confused, maybe even frustrated. What do you mean?"
The text! On my phone! Someone's warning me about you!"i waved my phone like it was evidence of some massive crime.
Liam ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. "Kaya… that's nothing. I swear, it's kinda complicated.
"Complicated?!" I shouted, because apparently, shouting at Liam was now part of my daily routine. "Liam, what are you hiding from me?!"
He stepped closer, and despite my anger, my chest couldn't stop reacting. Why does he always get this close and make everything worse? "I'm not hiding anything… not really. Just things you don't need to worry about."
Not need to worry about?!" I echoed, my voice cracking. "You saved me! And now you're acting like I shouldn't even ask questions?
He sighed, that heavy, tired sigh that makes you feel like the world's weight is on his shoulders. Kaya I just…he paused and continued "I don't want to mess things up between us before it even starts. I promise, I'm not lying. I just don't want to drag you into my mess.
And somehow, despite the text, despite my anger, despite my racing heart and the tears that wanted to come, I found myself softening. Because I knew him. I knew that behind that messy, complicated guy there was someone real. Someone worth it.
And maybe, just maybe… between us, forever wasn't just a dream,it's looking like it's becoming more real.