Riley didn't sleep that night.
Every time she closed her eyes, Zayden's voice echoed in her head—"Then let's not fall. Let's build." It wasn't just the words. It was the way he looked at her when he said them. Like she was more than just a scholarship girl with oil-stained jeans and a quick tongue. Like she was something real to him.
And that terrified her more than any insult ever could.
The next morning at Crestwood Elite Academy, she walked the hallways like her body was on autopilot. But her thoughts? They were a storm. A messy, loud storm that started and ended with him.
She turned the corner and slammed straight into a wall of muscle.
Correction: a very familiar wall of muscle.
Zayden.
"Oh, hey—" he started, flashing her that half-grin that had a way of making her knees forget how to work.
"Don't," she blurted, stepping back.
His brows shot up. "Don't what?"
"Don't give me that look."
He smirked. "What look?"
"The one that makes girls stupid."
Zayden leaned against the locker beside her, arms folded lazily. "You think I'm making you stupid?"
"I know you are."
He chuckled. "You're cute when you're flustered."
She groaned. "You're doing it again."
"I missed you last night."
Riley froze.
That wasn't teasing.
That was real.
Zayden's voice softened. "I just... wanted to say that. Even if it's dumb. Even if you roll your eyes at me and pretend like you don't care."
She looked up at him, eyes narrowed. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because you're worth it."
That shut her up.
For a moment, all the noise in her head went still.
He moved closer, and this time she didn't move back.
"You scare me, you know," she whispered.
Zayden tilted his head. "Why?"
"Because I don't know how to let someone in without building walls first. And you... you keep climbing over them like they're nothing."
"Then maybe you're building them for the wrong person."
Riley stared at him, breath caught in her throat.
This wasn't just a game anymore.
This was becoming something bigger. Something riskier.
Something real.
And maybe—for once in her life—she was willing to see where it led.