Chapter Thirty-Nine

Restoring the Rhythm

Tori and I head back down the hall, the sound of laughter and conversation drawing us back to the main living area. The tension from earlier feels like it's eased off Tori's shoulders. Her step is lighter, and when we sit down near Shelby and Skye, there's a hint of her usual energy returning.

Shelby is in her element, surrounded by her friends. They're a lively group—loud and unapologetic. Dante is trying to balance a stack of cupcakes on Levi's head, while Mila laughs so hard she nearly spills her drink. Shelby's in the center of it all, leaning against Skye with a grin that says she's happy to be home. Skye looks at her like she created the stars, her arm draped around Shelby's shoulder in this casual, protective way.

I sit next to Tori on the couch, a plate of snacks in my lap, and just take it all in. Shelby's housemates have this way of making you feel like you've known them forever. They tease Shelby mercilessly, but it's all in good fun. Becka, the loudest of the bunch, is telling a story about the time Shelby accidentally broke a punching bag at the gym.

"You should've seen the guy's face," Becka says, her laughter contagious. "He looked like Shelby had just destroyed his firstborn."

Shelby rolls her eyes but doesn't hide her smile. "It wasn't my fault the thing was held together with duct tape and hope."

"Shelby," I say, leaning forward, "is this what retirement looks like? Endless cupcake towers and embarrassing gym stories?"

She smirks at me. "Please, this is just my warm-up. Wait till I'm off bed rest. Then it's chaos."

Skye shakes her head, though she's smiling too. "She's not doing anything chaotic for a while. Doctor's orders."

That earns a collective groan from the group, but Shelby doesn't argue. Instead, she squeezes Skye's hand. It's subtle, but I catch it. The two of them are in this quiet little bubble, even with everyone else around. They're still figuring things out, but it's clear they're already in sync.

Shelby's friends are relentless when they notice how she and Skye are acting. Becka is the first to point it out, of course, because subtlety is a foreign concept to her.

"Well, well," Becka says, leaning over the back of the couch to grin at them. "Look at you two, all cozy. About time you figured it out."

Shelby freezes mid-bite of a cupcake, her eyes darting to Becka and then to Skye, who is suddenly very interested in the contents of her plate. "Figured what out?" Shelby says, trying to play dumb, but her voice has that edge of defensiveness that she always gets when she's cornered.

Levi snorts, nudging Dante. "She really thinks she hid it well, huh?"

"I know, right?" Dante replies, shaking his head. "Shelby, you've been mooning over Skye for, what, a year and a half now? Two years? We've all been waiting for you to make a move."

Shelby blinks, her expression a mix of shock and irritation. "What? I haven't—" She stops herself, her face turning a shade darker. "I was not obvious."

That sends Becka into hysterics. "Oh, you were so obvious! Every time Skye walked into a room, you'd either stop talking mid-sentence or start acting like you were too cool to care."

Skye, still blushing, finally looks up. "I thought you were just being weird."

"See?" Shelby shoots back at Becka. "She didn't know."

"Yeah, well, we knew," Levi chimes in, smirking. "We're not blind, Shelby."

I raise an eyebrow, glancing between Shelby and Skye. "Wait. You knew this whole time?" I ask the group, gesturing toward Tori and myself. "Because we just found out Shelby felt the same way yesterday."

Tori nods in agreement. "Yeah, Shelby told Skye in the hospital after she woke up. We didn't even know she liked Skye until then."

That earns a round of laughter from the room, with Becka doubling over and practically gasping for air. "You and Jade haven't known Shelby and Skye for as long as we have, so it makes sense, but these two have been pining over each other for literally forever now."

Shelby scowls at her friends, but there's no real anger behind it. She's embarrassed, sure, but there's also a hint of amusement in her eyes. "You all suck, you know that?"

"Maybe," Dante says, grinning. "But at least we're not the ones who needed surgery and a near-death experience to finally confess our feelings."

Skye ducks her head, clearly shy but smiling softly. She reaches for Shelby's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Shelby looks at her, the frustration melting away in an instant. The smirk she gives Skye is softer, a little self-conscious but undeniably happy.

"Okay, fine," Shelby mutters, squeezing Skye's hand back. "You're all hilarious."

The teasing dies down after a bit, but the mood stays light, the banter continuing as everyone eats and laughs. Tori leans into my side, her voice soft as she whispers, "They're really are cute."

I nod, watching as Shelby brushes a strand of hair out of Skye's face when she thinks no one's looking. "Yeah," I admit. "They really are."

A knock at the door interrupts the laughter, pulling everyone's attention. Dante gets up to answer, and moments later, he steps aside to reveal Irina Belikov. She looks just as composed and intimidating as I remember, her sharp features softened slightly by the warm smile she offers when she spots Shelby on the couch.

"I heard you just got home from the hospital," Irina says in her thick accent, holding up a couple of bags. "Thought I would stop by."

Shelby grins, her face lighting up as Irina walks in. "Irina! You didn't have to do that."

Irina raises an eyebrow, her expression one of mock offense. "I did not have to, but I wanted to. Besides, it is bad manners not to bring gift when someone is recovering."

She places the bags on the coffee table and starts pulling out the contents. The first is a stunning Pavlovo Posad shawl, its intricate floral design and vibrant colors drawing gasps of admiration from everyone in the room. "This is for you," Irina says, draping it gently over Shelby's lap. "It is warm, beautiful, and strong, like you."

Shelby touches the fabric, clearly moved. "It's amazing. Thank you."

Next, Irina pulls out a box of something that smells fantastic. "Homemade pirozhki," she says, setting them down. "My Dedushka's recipe, beef and potato. And to go with it—" She produces a tin of Russian tea, the elegant design on the packaging a testament to its quality.

Shelby grins, wrapping the shawl around herself. "This is perfect, but I gotta ask. No vodka? You brought vodka for Dante's birthday." Her grin turns to a sly smirk.

Irina gives a hearty laugh. "Ah, yes, but Dante is old enough to enjoy. Maybe when you turn 21, I bring you good Russian vodka, yes?"

Shelby chuckles, shaking her head. "Deal. For now, this is more than enough. Seriously, this means a lot, Irina."

I glance at Tori, who's leaning into my side, her gaze flickering between Shelby and Irina. I can tell she's sizing up her soon-to-be trainer, probably wondering what she's gotten herself into.

"You've got good timing," Dante says, clapping Irina on the back. "We were just teasing Shelby about how she finally confessed her feelings to Skye."

Irina smirks, her eyes flicking toward Shelby and Skye, who are holding hands again. "Ah, love makes fools of us all," she says with a shrug. "But I am happy for you two. Life is too short to waste time."

Skye blushes, and Shelby gives her hand a reassuring squeeze. The room settles into a comfortable buzz as everyone dives back into their conversations, Irina fitting in seamlessly with Shelby's friends.

Tori nudges me gently. "She's intimidating, but... kind of cool," she whispers, her voice low enough for only me to hear.

"Good luck," I murmur back, watching as Irina expertly deflects Dante's playful teasing. "You're going to need it."

Irina's gaze shifts around the room until it lands on Tori, her sharp green eyes softening slightly as she takes a step toward us.

"Tori," Irina greets, her thick accent wrapping around her words. "It is good to see you again."

Tori straightens, offering a polite smile. "Yeah, it's good to see you too."

Irina nods, her expression turning serious as she looks Tori over, as if assessing her. "You are well?" she asks, her tone kind but probing.

Tori hesitates for a moment before nodding. "I'm doing okay. Better, actually."

Irina's jaw tightens briefly, and for the first time since entering the room, there's a flicker of something dark in her eyes. "Good," she says firmly. "You are safe now, and that is what matters."

There's an unspoken weight in her words, and though she doesn't say Maverick's name, it's clear who she's referring to.

Tori seems to catch it too, but instead of dwelling on it, she offers a reassuring smile. "Thanks, Irina. I appreciate that."

The moment passes, and Irina's sharp expression softens again. "Now, we talk about training," she says, her tone shifting back to its usual briskness. "You want to learn to defend yourself, yes?"

Tori nods, sitting up straighter. "I do. I want to be able to handle myself better if anything ever happens again."

"Good. That is important," Irina says. "But I will tell you now—I will not go easy on you. I do not coddle." She smirks slightly, a hint of playfulness in her tone. "If you come to train with me, you will work hard. You will sweat. You will hurt. But you will also get strong."

Tori grins, undeterred. "That's exactly what I'm looking for."

I raise an eyebrow, watching their interaction. Irina's intensity might intimidate most people, but Tori seems to thrive on it.

"When can we start?" Tori asks, her excitement bubbling up.

Irina considers for a moment. "One week from today," she says. "You come to the gym, and we will see what you know. After that, I will build your training. I promise to teach you well."

"Sounds perfect," Tori replies, her grin widening.

Irina chuckles softly. "I like your attitude. Just remember—do not complain when you are sore for days after."

Tori laughs, and I can't help but smile at how easily she's handling this. Irina gives her a respectful nod before turning back to Shelby, saying something in Russian that makes Shelby laugh.

I lean toward Tori, lowering my voice. "You really think you're ready for this?"

She looks at me, her expression steady and determined. "Absolutely."

The party continues to buzz with laughter and good-natured teasing as everyone celebrates Shelby being home. It's a warm, relaxed atmosphere, everyone glad that she's safe and on the mend. The chatter fills the room, blending with the clink of glasses and the soft hum of music playing in the background.

Eli returns from the pharmacy, a small bag of medication in his hand. He gives Shelby a raised eyebrow as he approaches her, clearly expecting her to be on top of taking her meds. Skye's already beside Shelby, glancing at the bag and gently reminding her to take them.

"Here," Skye says, smiling warmly as she hands Shelby the bag. "You don't want to make me chase you down for this too."

Shelby gives a mock pout, rolling her eyes. "I'm not that bad," she says, but takes the pills without argument. She swallows them down, then smiles gratefully at Skye.

Eli, looking satisfied that Shelby's taken her medicine, leans against the back of the couch. "I'll make sure you're taking care of yourself, you know," he jokes, his voice teasing. "Can't have you pulling another stunt and going all stubborn on us again."

Shelby smirks back at him, unbothered. "As if I ever go all stubborn."

As the medication begins to take effect, Shelby's energy shifts. She leans back into the couch, visibly more comfortable but still trying to be the center of attention. The usual sharpness in her gaze softens, but the mischief in her eyes never fully fades.

"Hey, everyone!" Shelby announces after a while, grinning widely. "Check out my battle wounds!" She lifts her shirt slightly, showing off the fresh stitches along her side. The area is still a little red and swollen, but it doesn't seem to bother her as much right now.

Skye, who's been sitting beside her and trying to keep her relaxed, immediately leans over, gently pushing Shelby's shirt back down. "Shelby, please. You don't need to show off your stitches like that." Her tone is soft but firm, the kind of care you'd expect from someone who's genuinely worried about their partner's well-being.

But Shelby is already undeterred. She wiggles in her seat, trying to lift her shirt again, grinning like a mischievous child. "Come on, Skye! Everyone's dying to see this."

Skye sighs but can't help the small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You're nuts." She adjusts Shelby's position, making sure she doesn't strain herself, and glances up at the others. "Can you all stop encouraging her? She really needs to sit still."

Becka, who's been hovering near the couch with a drink in hand, pipes up from across the room. "Come on, Skye, let her have her fun! Besides, it's not every day someone gets stabbed and lives to tell the tale." She takes a big gulp from her glass. "That's practically a badge of honor."

Shelby chuckles, clearly pleased with herself. "Exactly. A real-life hero, that's me." She leans back into the cushions, looking smug, and then winces slightly. It doesn't last long and soon, she's grinning again.

Tori laughs, taking my hand "She's definitely getting back to normal."

I nod, watching Shelby and Skye. "Yeah. Even if she's being a little... extra right now, I think it's good for her. She's been through so much, and this feels like the first time she's been able to just relax."

Tori smiles, and I can see the fondness in her expression. "I think Skye's really good for her."

I look at them too, noticing how tenderly Skye is caring for Shelby. It's subtle but significant—the way she adjusts Shelby's pillow, the way she keeps an eye on her even when Shelby tries to make a joke of it. Skye's got that soft, protective energy around Shelby, and it's clear it's making all the difference in the world.

"Well, if she's going to be stubborn, at least she has someone who can handle her," I say, nudging Tori gently.

Tori laughs softly. "True. It's really nice to see them like this, though. It feels... right."

Time seems to slip by as everyone is talking, laughing, and joking, I'm sitting back on the arm of the couch, watching all of this unfold. It feels...good. It's been a while since everything felt this good. The teasing, the laughs, the easy chatter—it's all the things that used to makes me feel right at home.

But then my gaze shifts to Shelby and Tori, and everything else sort of fades into the background. They've been quiet for a while now, and at first, I thought maybe they were just taking a break from the chaos. But when I look closer, I realize something's changed.

Shelby's stretched out on the couch, completely zonked out from her meds, one arm draped across her stomach, the other kind of tucked under her head as a pillow. She looks like she's having the best nap ever, probably from the painkillers. But it's the way her head is resting against Tori that makes me stop and stare.

Tori's got her arms crossed, looking all relaxed, one leg propped up on her other knee. But her head—her head is tilted to the side, right next to Shelby's. Her head is touching Shelby's and it's like they've been glued together. It's honestly kind of adorable.

They look...like real twins. Not twins who met a few months ago, but the kind of twins who've been side by side since day one. The kind who just know each other so well that their bodies naturally fall into the same rhythm. It's like they were always meant to be this close, always meant to be this...comfortable.

I can't help but notice how peaceful they both look. Tori's got this soft expression on her face, her eyelids closed, looking almost serene. And Shelby—well, Shelby's not exactly one to show vulnerability, but in this moment, with her head against Tori's, her usual fire seems to have melted away. She's just...human. Just like everyone else.

"Look at our girls," I say, my voice light as I glance around the room, "I'm really glad life brought them back together. They needed each other in their lives.. It's like they're literally giving off Twin Energy."

Skye gives me this little, knowing smile. "You're right. They've already been through so much together in such a short time. It's made them so close."

Becka, who's sitting across from us on the other couch, grins and leans in toward us. "I mean, I'm not one to get all sentimental, but they do look kinda perfect together, huh? Like, I can't even imagine either of them without the other now."

Dante nods in agreement. "For real. It's like they were made to have each other's back."

We all fall quiet for a second, just watching them. The sound of Shelby's steady breathing fills the room, and I realize how much I've missed this—missed just being in a place where things feel normal.

Skye, who's sitting quietly beside Shelby and running her fingers through Shelby's hair, finally speaks up, a small smile tugging at her lips. "They really do look like sisters. It's...amazing, actually. Like, they just clicked."

"I don't think I've seen Shelby so at peace," I add, my voice a little softer. "It's like...she's not just physically healing, but emotionally, too. And Tori's been there for all of it."

"Yeah," Skye agrees, her voice soft. "Shelby's been carrying a lot on her own for a long time. Losing her parents so close together, finding out about her real past… It took its toll on her. But now that she's not alone...well, it's different."

I glance back at Tori, at how her head is resting so naturally against Shelby's. She looks so at ease, her face relaxed as she sleeps. I can't help but smile at the thought of everything they've been through to get to this point.

The party's winding down now. The noise has quieted to soft chatter, and people are starting to get up to clear plates and put away leftovers. It's nice, watching everyone pitch in without being asked. You can tell these people really care about each other. It feels like home here.

But I can't help the feeling tugging at me as I glance back at Tori. She looks so peaceful, and part of me wants her to stay. I know she needs this rest. She's had so much happen, and seeing her like this...it's almost like she's finally getting the chance to just breathe.

But the other part of me is just itching to just get her home and tucked in, to make sure she's okay. It's starting to feel like I'm being selfish. I don't want to wake her, don't want to disturb her when she's really finally sleeping.

Skye must be reading my mind, because she leans over to me, her voice quiet. "I know what you're thinking," she says, glancing at Shelby, who's still snoring lightly, her head nestled against Tori's. "But I think it's better if we just let them sleep. They need this. I don't want to move Shelby if she's finally comfortable."

I nod, understanding completely. It's been such a rough ride for both of them lately, and I don't want to make it harder. We're both on the same page here.

"Yeah," I murmur. "You're right. We'll let them rest."

Skye grabs a blanket from the back of the couch and drapes it over Shelby first, then tucks it around Tori. I watch as she carefully adjusts the edge so neither of them gets disturbed. It's small, but it feels right. It feels like they're getting the peace they deserve.

Irina stands up to leave, giving Shelby a gentle pat on the arm, soft enough to not wake her. "You two take care of yourselves," she says warmly, glancing at Skye and me before giving a little nod. She gives me a smile before making her way to the door.

Eli, who's been mostly quiet, gets up as well. "I'll be heading out too. You know where to find me if you need anything for Shelby." He shoots us all a wave before following Irina out.

I stand there for a moment, my eyes still on Tori's face. I lean down slowly, careful not to wake her, and kiss her softly on the forehead. I can feel her warmth beneath my lips, the soft breath of her sleep, and it makes my heart swell in the best way.

"Goodnight, Tori," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "I'll be back in the morning, I promise."

I step back, pulling myself away from her, even though I don't want to. Skye looks over, offering me a small smile, one that's both understanding and supportive.

I turn to face everyone else. "Goodnight, you guys," I say, offering a nod to the group. "I'm going to head out, but I'll be back in the morning to pick Tori up so we can head to school."

As I make my way toward the door, I take one last look at Tori and Shelby, both curled up and sleeping soundly. The house is quieter now, but there's still a warmth in the air.

The drive home feels like it stretches on forever, the quiet of the car a bit heavier than usual. My thoughts keep drifting back to Tori—how she looked, peaceful and exhausted, curled up on Shelby's couch. I knew she'd needed sleep, but seeing her so relaxed, with her head resting on Shelby, made me realize just how much she was still holding in.

When I finally pull into the driveway, the first thing I hear is Jack's excited bark. He's probably been waiting all day for us to come home, and I can't help but smile at how eager he is. He may be Tori's dog, but I feel like I'm the one who spoils him the most. I get out of the car, and before I even close the door behind me, Jack is already bouncing in front of me, wagging his tail like crazy.

"Hey, buddy," I say, crouching down to meet him, and of course, he jumps up to lick my face. His fur is soft and warm, and I can't help but laugh at how ridiculous he looks, his ears flopping around as he moves. "Miss me, huh?"

I know Tori has noticed how much I love Jack, more than I try to let on. I'd never admit it out loud, but sometimes, I spoil him with little treats or extra affection when Tori's not looking. She knows I have a soft spot for him, but it's kind of a secret between me and Jack. Lately, I've had to slow down on the treats, though. Jack's gotten a little chunky, and we don't want him getting sick. But still, I can't resist giving him some extra love when I get the chance.

I spend a few minutes with Jack, petting him and feeding him, but after a while, I finally get him to settle down upstairs on his bed, where he curls up with a contented sigh, looking at me with those big, soulful eyes. It's a reminder that, no matter what's going on in the world, he's always here, ready to offer some comfort to the both of us, and I can't help but appreciate that.

I take a moment for myself to unwind, to wash off the day. Standing under the warm water, I let it wash away the tension from my shoulders. There's something about it that makes everything feel a little better. My thoughts go back to Tori, and I can't help but wonder what's next for her, for us. We've still got the wedding to plan…and now that she's going to be learning more about fighting from Irina and signing the contract for Mason, I hope she won't be too busy for us…

When I finally step out of the shower, I change into something comfy and crawl into bed. Jack follows me up and curls up beside me. I smile to myself, running my hand through his fur. "Sleeping on the bed two nights in a row? You're lucky you're cute." He's warm and familiar, a reminder that even in the quietest moments, I'm not alone.

I lay there for a while, just listening to the sound of Jack's soft breathing beside me. The day has been long, and my thoughts start to slow. With Jack snuggled beside me, I let myself relax, just for a moment, before sleep finally pulls me under.

(Tori)

(The Next Morning)

I wake up slowly, the soft weight of blankets surrounding me, and a sense of warmth that feels like I'm cocooned in comfort. My eyes flutter open, and the first thing I notice is that I'm not on the couch anymore. I'm in Shelby's room… The scent of Shelby's room is all around me—soft lavender, mixed with the faint smell of whatever candles she likes to burn.

I shift, feeling the bed beneath me, and immediately notice that I'm not alone. Shelby is sleeping next to me, laying on her good side and her arms folded underneath her. I can see her relaxed face, the hint of a smile still there, even while asleep.

I sit up a little, trying not to disturb her too much, but I can't help but feel a little bit of a tug at my chest when I look at her. She's looking peaceful and content for the first time in days. I reach over and gently touch her arm, making sure she's okay, and she stirs, but doesn't wake up. Her breathing steady and calm.

I glance around, taking in my surroundings for the first time. It's not like any room I've seen before. It's Shelby's room, through and through. It's definitely a room fit for a fighter. Trophies line the walls, some massive, some smaller. Then there are the pictures—everywhere. Some framed, some pinned to the wall, each telling a story. I spot one of Shelby with her championship belt, another with celebrities I recognize. One in particular catches my eye: Shelby after a fight, looking like she could take on anything.

But the thing that stands out most is the huge Championship belt hanging on the wall. It's gold, shining even in the soft morning light. It's not a decoration. It's a symbol of everything Shelby's worked so hard for. The whole room feels like a celebration of her strength, drive, and accomplishments.

I feel a little in awe. I've always known Shelby was a fighter. I've seen her fight myself, but seeing her room, all of her moments and victories collected in one place, makes it hit me harder. This isn't just a room—this is her story. And I'm starting to understand it.

I'm still sitting there, looking around the room, when I hear Shelby shift, and her breath catches in a sharp, pained gasp. It's soft at first, almost like a whimper, but then it grows louder, and my heart immediately begins to race. I freeze, my body tense, as I watch her curl in on herself, her face contorting with the sudden agony. She swears quietly under her breath, her voice cracking, and then I hear the sobs, trembling in the quiet of the room.

"Fuck," she murmurs, her voice shaky, as she presses her hands to her side. "Not again..."

I can feel my chest tightening, my own breath caught in my throat as I watch her. This isn't the Shelby I'm used to. I've never seen her like this. Her eyes squeezed shut and her body wracked with pain, she looks so... vulnerable.

"Shelby," I whisper, my voice gentle, my hands shaking as I reach out to touch her arm. "It's okay. You're okay."

She doesn't respond at first, her body still tense, and tears slip down her face, though she tries to hide them. Her breathing is labored, and it's like every time she exhales, the pain lingers longer, more intense.

"Shelby, please," I say again, my voice more urgent this time. "I'm right here. Let me help…"

Her eyes flutter open, just a little, and she looks at me—dazed and panicked. She tries to speak but all that comes out is a strangled sound as she gasps again.

Without thinking, I slide closer to her, wrapping my arms around her gently. I try to make my touch as soft as possible, not wanting to hurt her any more than she already is. She freezes at first, but then she lets out a shaky breath.

"I'm here, Shelby," I whisper, my voice soothing. "You're gonna be okay. I've got you." She doesn't say anything, but I can feel her tremble in my arms.

"Skye!" I call, my voice tight with worry. "Skye, Shelby needs her meds!"

It only takes a few moments before Skye rushes in, looking half asleep and disoriented but immediately focused when she sees Shelby. She kneels by the bed, her hands gentle as she helps me move Shelby into a more comfortable position. Shelby flinches but doesn't pull away, her body still weak from the pain.

"Hey, it's okay," Skye says softly, trying to calm Shelby down. "We're gonna get you feeling better. Just breathe, alright?"

I watch Skye carefully as she helps Shelby take the pain meds, her hands steady as she tilts the water to Shelby's lips. Shelby doesn't say anything, just nodding weakly as she takes the pill, her breathing still shallow but beginning to slow. I can tell Skye is doing everything she can to comfort Shelby, and it seems to be working.

"She's gonna be alright," Skye murmurs to me, her voice low. She's speaking more to reassure herself than me, I think. "She's just gotta rest. The pain meds will help soon."

I nod, still holding Shelby, offering what little comfort I can. "I know. I just... I've never seen her like this."

Skye's gaze softens. "She hides it well. But this... this was a lot…" Skye gently lifts the side of her shirts and very gently cleans her wound before spraying it with the numbing spray. That seems to help for quick relief as Shelby's shaking eases.

I hold Shelby a little tighter, feeling the slight tremor in her body slowly fade as the meds start to take effect. Her breathing becomes a little less labored, a little more steady. I don't say anything, just let her settle into my arms as Skye sits here with us, quietly keeping watch. I can feel Shelby relax, the pain easing just enough for her to breathe easier.

Eventually, after a few minutes, Shelby looks up at me, her eyes still a little glassy from the pain. She tries to smile, though it's weak, and she mutters softly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to freak out."

I shake my head gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You don't have to apologize. It's okay, Shelby."

She leans her head back into the pillow, her eyes closing as she lets the meds do their work. I gently stroke her hair, my own thoughts racing. I can't help but think about how much she's been holding in. How much she's been dealing with on her own.

Skye gives me a soft look, as if sensing my worry, but doesn't say anything. She knows Shelby better than anyone else, and I trust that she'll take care of her. Still, I can't help but feel the weight of what happened, the weight of Shelby's pain, settling on my shoulders.

After about thirty minutes, she seems to be feeling better and gives Skye and I an embarrassed smile. She wants to sit up, so Skye and I tuck some pillows behind her and get her comfortable. There's the sound of a doorbell and Skye stands, saying she'll get it.

I hear the sound of the door opening and the soft footfalls of someone approaching. I look up, expecting it to be Skye, but instead, it's Jade, walking in with a bag slung over her shoulder. She gives me a small, warm smile, one that immediately brings a sense of comfort.

"Hey," she says softly, her voice almost a whisper as she steps closer to the bed. "How's she doing?"

I gesture toward Shelby, who's propped up against the pillows, looking a little more awake and slightly better than before, though still clearly in some discomfort. There's a shift in her posture as she notices Jade, and she immediately tries to sit up a little straighter, the usual defiance in her eyes. But I can tell—it's not fooling me. I know Shelby well.

"I'm fine," Shelby says, her voice sounding less convincing than usual. She tries to hide the discomfort with a smirk but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Just... a little tired."

I meet her gaze and can see right through it. Her bravado isn't fooling me, but I don't call her out on it. Not now. She's been through so much, and right now, I just let her have her moment, even if it's a fake one.

Jade looks at me, her expression softening as she notices the look on my face, probably realizing that I can see Shelby's attempt at hiding the pain. She walks over to the side of the bed, sitting down on the edge and reaching out to gently squeeze Shelby's hand.

"Hey, you sure you're okay?" Jade asks, her voice filled with genuine concern. "I can't imagine how you're feeling right now, but don't try to hide it. We're all here for you."

Shelby blinks at her, but her mouth twitches into a reluctant smile. "I'm fine. Just a little sore now. You know me, I don't want anyone fussing over me."

I see her trying to be strong for us, but I can see how exhausted she is. The bravado is slipping now, and Shelby lets out a shaky breath. She leans back against the pillows again, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

Jade stands up and glances at me. "I brought you a change of clothes so we could head to school."

Jade looks up at me and gives a small smile. "You ready to head to school?"

I hesitate, biting my lip. "Actually... I'm not sure I'm going to go today."

Jade raises an eyebrow, and even Shelby looks at me with mild surprise. "What do you mean you're not sure?" Jade asks, her tone careful but pointed.

"It's just been a long weekend," I say, shrugging. "I'm tired, and I feel like I should stick around. Shelby might need me."

Shelby snorts softly, shifting a bit on the bed. "Don't use me as an excuse, Tori. I'll be fine."

"Shelby, you were crying in pain like 40 minutes ago," I argue, crossing my arms. "What if you need something?"

"I'll be fine," Shelby repeats, her voice firm. "Skye's here. Besides, I'm just going to sleep all day. I'm too wiped out to do anything else."

I glance at Skye, who nods in agreement. "She's not wrong. She's basically glued to her bed and the couch until further notice."

Jade shifts her bag on her shoulder and steps closer to me. "Tori, I get it. I do. But you can't skip school over this. If anything, you'll just stress yourself out more by falling behind."

Shelby nods, giving me a knowing look. "Exactly. Go. You don't want to get in trouble for skipping or missing something important. I'll still be here when you get back."

I sigh, feeling torn. Shelby's acting tough, but seeing her cry in pain before really got to me. It doesn't make it any easier to leave her when she's clearly not at a hundred percent.

"Are you really sure?" I ask her, still hesitant.

Shelby rolls her eyes, but there's a soft smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Tori, I'll be fine. For real. Go to school, do your thing, and come back later. If I need something, I'll have Skye call you."

"Or me," Jade chimes in, smirking slightly. "You know, because you're probably not going to answer your phone in class."

That earns a small laugh from Shelby, and even I can't help but crack a smile.

"Alright, fine," I relent, taking the bag of clean clothes. "But if you need anything—"

"I'll let you know," Shelby finishes for me, waving me off. "Go. Steal my shower if you need to."

"I'll be back in a minute," I tell her before heading for the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, I quickly strip off the clothes I'd been wearing all night, glad for the chance to get clean and feel refreshed. The water feels nice and warm, and I try to wake myself up for the day ahead. A shower always helps me think, and as the steam fills the room, I can't help but reflect on everything that happened yesterday—the hospital, Shelby's injuries, and how we're all still picking up the pieces.

It's been a long couple of days… Maybe they're right. School will be a welcome distraction, or at least, make things feel normal for a bit. I finish up in the shower and get out, drying off and getting dressed.

Steam still clings to my skin as I step out of the bathroom, towel-drying my hair while the cool air of Shelby's room greets me. Shelby is propped up in bed, her usual cocky grin absent. Instead, there's a quiet determination as Skye flits around, making her as comfortable as possible.

Skye adjusts the pillows behind Shelby's back and places an extra blanket across her lap. "Alright," Skye says, smoothing the blanket out. "You've got your remote, your game controllers, and an embarrassing number of snacks within arm's reach. Anything else, your majesty?"

Shelby snorts, but there's gratitude behind her usual sass. "No crown? Guess I'll manage." She tests the blanket, tugging it slightly before glancing at the neatly stacked controllers on the side table. "Thanks, Skye."

"Anytime," Skye replies with a small smile, sitting on the edge of the bed and brushing her hands off. She glances up at me as I walk in. "How was the shower?"

"Perfect," I say, feeling much more awake and human. I set my towel on the back of a chair and finish by pulling my hair into a quick ponytail. "Thanks for letting me use it, Shelby."

Shelby waves me off. "Don't worry about it. My home is yours."

I smile, pulling my bag up over my shoulder. "Well, I still appreciate it. You feeling okay? Need anything before we go?"

Shelby leans back against the pillows, stretching her arms carefully to avoid pulling at her stitches. "I'm good. Skye's got me set up like a queen over here. Just don't expect me to do any royal duties. I'm officially on strike."

"You've got the lounging part of royalty down, that's for sure," I tease, which earns me a playful glare.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Popstar," she grumbles, though there's no real bite to her words. "But seriously, you two should get going. School doesn't wait, and I don't need you hovering over me like Skye already is."

"Hey!" Skye protests, crossing her arms. "I'm not hovering; I'm helping."

Shelby raises an eyebrow, but there's a flicker of warmth in her gaze. "Fine, you're helping. But I'm fine, okay? Go."

I glance at Jade, who's leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed and her usual smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "You ready?" I ask her.

Jade nods and straightens up, moving closer to me. "Yeah, let's go. Shelby's clearly itching to kick us out."

"Because you're hovering too," Shelby shoots back, smirking despite herself. "Bye, Jade. Bye, Tori. Go get good grades and give your teachers apples or whatever."

"See you later, Shelby," I say, laughing softly. "We'll check in after school."

"Don't forget," Shelby calls as we head toward the door. "I might need a coffee delivery if I'm stuck here too long."

"Noted," Jade replies dryly, holding the door open for me. She glances back at Shelby one last time. "Don't drive Skye too crazy."

"No promises," Shelby says with a wink, making Skye groan.

As we step out of the room, I glance at Jade. "She's in good hands."

"Yeah," Jade replies, her expression softening slightly as she looks back toward the room. "She'll be alright. Let's go before we're late."

We head out and Jade drives us to school with her usual air of confidence, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the gearshift. The windows are cracked just enough to let the cool morning air rush through, and the faint hum of the car's engine feels like the backdrop to our conversation.

"So, Shelby really doing okay?" Jade asks after a pause, her voice neutral but her eyes glancing my way like she's checking for cracks in my armor.

I nod, tucking a strand of wet hair behind my ear. "Yeah, she did have some really bad pain when she woke up, but Skye and I made sure it didn't get worse. I think she's going to be fine once she's fully healed. Skye's got her taken care of, though. She's like a nurse, a bouncer, and a mom all rolled into one."

Jade snorts. "More like a babysitter. Shelby has the attention span of Jack when he sees a squirrel."

I laugh because she's not wrong. "Okay, but Jack's adorable when he does that."

She raises an eyebrow. "Yeah, and he's also spoiled because someone lets him get away with it."

"Someone, huh?" I shoot her a knowing look. "That someone wouldn't happen to sneak him treats when I'm not looking, would they?"

Jade smirks but doesn't deny it, her fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel. "If you ever want him to listen to you instead of me, maybe you should try bribing him with peanut butter crackers too."

I laugh again. Jade has this effect on me without even trying. "Fine. You win. Jack loves you more."

"Obviously," she replies, smirking wider.

We fall into a comfortable silence for a moment, the streets passing by in a blur. The morning sun casts soft golden light through the car windows, and I rest my head against the seat, letting myself relax.

Jade's voice breaks through my thoughts. "Are you doing okay?" She doesn't look at me when she says it, keeping her eyes firmly on the road like she's afraid of whatever my answer might be.

I know what she's asking, even if she doesn't say it outright. "I think so," I say honestly, looking out the window. "It's just...a lot, you know? I keep going over what happened, and it's like...I'm okay, but I still feel—"

"Exposed?" she finishes for me, her voice softer now.

"Yeah," I admit, surprised she hit the nail on the head so easily. "Like, I'm glad it's over, but part of me keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop."

Jade nods, and her hand briefly brushes mine as she shifts gears. It's small, but it's enough to remind me I'm not alone. "You're tougher than you think," she says, her tone matter-of-fact. "And, if anyone else tries to mess with you? They'll have to go through me first."

The sincerity in her voice makes me smile, and for a moment, I forget about the shadow Maverick left behind. "Thanks, Jade," I say quietly.

She doesn't respond right away, but the corners of her mouth twitch up into a small, knowing smile. "Don't mention it, Vega. Just try not to get expelled for sneaking off to the music room today, okay?"

I roll my eyes but grin. "No promises."

As Jade stops at a red light, she grabs her phone, her thumb swiping over her phone with practiced precision. "I'm setting up breakfast," she says, barely glancing my way. "You've got thirty seconds to decide what you want before the light changes. Don't make me wait."

I roll my eyes, but I can't suppress the smile tugging at my lips. "No pressure or anything," I say, taking the phone from her.

The app is already open to a familiar spot we frequent, and I quickly scroll through the options. "Breakfast sandwich and large coffee," I say, adding them to the order before handing the phone back to her. "Anything else, boss?"

Jade quirks an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by my tone. "You're lucky I love you," she mutters, confirming the order and setting the phone back in the cupholder just as the light turns green.

"Love me or love having me as your breakfast order assistant?" I tease, leaning back into the seat.

"Both," she replies dryly, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes stay on the road, but I catch the brief flicker of amusement in her expression. "Mostly the first one. Slightly the second." I just laugh, letting the sound fill the car. After everything that's been going on, these small moments of normalcy feel like a luxury.

As we drive, I glance out the window at the passing streets. The early morning buzz of the city has its own rhythm, a mix of people rushing to work and kids walking to school. It's calming, even as I mentally prepare for another day of balancing schoolwork, Shelby's recovery, and whatever else life decides to throw at me.

"I can almost smell you frying your brain over there," Jade says, her voice cutting through my thoughts. "What's on your mind?"

"Just... everything," I admit, turning to look at her. "Shelby, school, us—"

"Us?" she interrupts, glancing my way with mock concern. "What about us? Are we doomed?"

I roll my eyes again, reaching over to give her arm a playful shove. "No, you idiot. I just mean... things feel heavy, you know? But then we have moments like this, and it's nice."

She hums in agreement, her grip on the steering wheel steady. "Well, enjoy it while it lasts. School's going to suck, and we both know it."

"Such a ray of sunshine," I say with a grin, leaning back into my seat as the smell of breakfast sandwiches and coffee fills my imagination. Whatever the day holds, at least we'll start it with food—and each other.

We pull into the pick-up spot, and Jade barely slows down before parking. "Two minutes, tops," she says, hopping out of the car and heading inside to grab our order.

I wait, scrolling through my phone aimlessly until she comes back, bags in hand and that signature smirk plastered on her face. "Here," she says, handing me my coffee and breakfast sandwich before sliding back into the driver's seat.

"Thanks, babe," I say, unwrapping the sandwich and taking a big bite. The warmth of the egg and cheese is comforting, and the coffee smells like pure heaven. Jade puts the car in drive, pulling back onto the main road with one hand while the other digs into her own bag.

"Don't eat while you're driving," I scold, eyeing her as she tries to juggle steering and unwrapping a burrito.

"I've got it under control," she retorts, but I don't miss the way her eyebrows furrow in concentration.

"Yeah, sure," I mutter, tearing a piece off my sandwich and holding it up to her mouth. "Here. Focus on the road, genius."

She side-eyes me but opens her mouth, taking the bite with a small grin. "You're such a mom."

"And you're impossible," I shoot back, sipping my coffee.

We fall into an easy rhythm. Between bites of my own food, I keep feeding her pieces of her burrito whenever the road stretches out smooth and straight. Jade doesn't even have to ask; she just opens her mouth expectantly, and I roll my eyes every time before handing her another bite.

"You're gonna owe me for this," I say, breaking off a piece of tortilla. "I don't feed just anyone."

"You don't?" she asks, her voice mockingly surprised. "Guess I should feel special, huh?"

"You should," I reply, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as I catch the playful glint in her eye.

By the time we're halfway to school, both our breakfasts are gone, and I've managed to spill a little coffee on my jeans. Jade, of course, finds it hilarious.

"Careful, clumsy," she teases, glancing at the small stain.

"Shut up," I grumble, wiping at it with a napkin. "At least I didn't try to drive with my knees while eating a burrito."

"That's skill, not clumsiness," she counters, her tone smug.

"Sure, Jade. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

She just laughs, turning the car into the school parking lot. With food in our bellies and the morning already off to a chaotic but somehow perfect start, I feel ready to face the day—even if it is high school.

As we park and start walking across the lot, I already spot Andre, Beck, Cat, and Robbie near the front steps. They wave us over, their faces lit with curiosity that instantly makes my stomach twist. I know what's coming.

"Tori!" Andre calls, walking toward me with his arms out. "Yo, what happened with your sister? I saw the news—it was wild. Is she okay?"

Before I can respond, Beck chimes in, looking genuinely concerned. "Yeah, there were pictures of her. She looked... rough. What happened?"

Cat bounces on her heels, her wide eyes shining with worry. "I heard she got stabbed! That's so scary, Tori. Did you see it happen? Were you there?"

The questions keep coming, overlapping, and it's like they don't even notice I haven't gotten a single word in yet. I feel myself shrinking under their attention. My throat tightens, and I'm not sure how to start explaining everything—or if I even want to.

"She's fine now," I manage, my voice quieter than I want it to be. "She's resting, and—"

"What even happened?" Robbie interrupts, adjusting his glasses like that's going to help him see the details in my expression. "Was it random, or—?"

"Okay, enough!" Jade's voice cuts through the noise, sharp as a knife. "Seriously, are you guys trying to win an award for the Most Insensitive Interrogation? Maybe back off a little."

Everyone falls silent, looking at Jade with varying degrees of surprise and sheepishness. Jade's glare could probably melt steel, and right now, she's aiming it at all of them.

"We weren't trying to be rude," Andre says, holding up his hands. "We just—"

"I know what you were trying to do," Jade snaps. "But maybe think before you start badgering her with a million questions about something that might just be a little traumatic? Just a thought."

They all look at me, guilt plain on their faces. Cat even looks like she might cry.

"Sorry, Tori," Beck says, his tone soft. "We didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"It's fine," I say quickly, even though my chest still feels tight. "I know you guys care. It's just... a lot, you know?"

Andre nods, looking genuinely apologetic. "For real, we're sorry. If there's anything we can do—"

"There isn't," Jade interjects before I can answer. "She's fine, her sister's fine, and you can all relax now."

I glance at her, and she meets my eyes, the edge of her annoyance softening. Her hand brushes against mine, a subtle gesture of support, and I feel a little steadier.

"It's cool, guys," I say, trying to smile. "Thanks for caring. I'll tell you more later, okay? Just not... all at once."

They nod, the tension breaking a little as we head inside. Cat links her arm through mine, her usual bubbly energy dimmed but still comforting. Jade stays close, her presence like a protective barrier between me and any more unwanted questions.

The first few classes go by pretty smoothly, considering everything that's been happening. My mind keeps drifting back to Shelby, but I try to focus, knowing I need to at least pretend like things are normal for now.

As usual, the school hallways are filled with chatter, but there are a few people who seem extra interested in me today. One girl from my English class, whose name I can never remember, gives me a curious look as she walks past. She's about to say something when I can practically feel Jade's presence before she even speaks.

Jade steps in front of me, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her eyes narrowing slightly. The girl freezes mid-sentence, her mouth snapping shut.

Jade doesn't have to say anything—her glare says it all.

"Is there something you wanted to ask, or were you just trying to get a peek at the latest gossip?" Jade asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She's got that protective vibe going, and I can see the girl reconsidering her decision to approach me.

The girl just shakes her head, muttering an apology and quickly turning on her heel to walk away. Jade glances at me with a raised eyebrow, but I can see the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Thanks," I say, appreciating the fact that Jade's always there to handle things when people start pushing too hard.

"No problem," Jade replies, her tone softening. "People need to learn how to keep their noses in their own business."

I give her a grateful smile before walking to my next class. It's not that I mind people being curious, but there are times when it feels like too much. I can't help but feel a little raw about everything that's happened with Shelby, and I really don't want to have to explain it to a bunch of strangers.

When I reach my locker, there's another guy from my chemistry class waiting nearby, looking like he's got a question on the tip of his tongue. I can tell where this is going as soon as he opens his mouth.

"So, uh, are you really going to sign with Neutronium Records?" he asks, almost nervously.

I hesitate, not really sure how to answer. I don't want to lie, but I'm also not ready to tell everyone about the deal just yet. Not when everything's still up in the air.

"I'm not sure yet," I say with a half-smile. "It's still in the works. Things are just... complicated right now."

He looks a little disappointed, like he was hoping for a big confirmation, but he nods, seeming satisfied with my answer.

"Okay, cool. Thanks," he says, backing off.

I breathe a sigh of relief. It's been hard enough just trying to get through today, and I really don't feel like dealing with any more attention. But at least it's mostly just harmless curiosity. It's the people who push boundaries that I'm worried about.

By the time I get to my next class, I'm mentally exhausted from the questions, but it's almost over. I try to push everything to the back of my mind as I focus on what's happening in front of me. I'm doing okay, all things considered, and I'm glad to have Jade by my side. She makes everything feel a little less overwhelming.

The bell rings for lunch, and I head to the cafeteria, hoping the rest of the day will go by without too many more questions or interruptions.

Lunch goes more or less the same. As soon as I step into the cafeteria, a few heads turn my way, but no one really approaches right away. People whisper, and I can hear the occasional hushed comment about Shelby. I roll my eyes but keep walking, hoping the day will end soon so I can just get back to her.

I grab my lunch and head toward the table where Jade and Andre are sitting. Jade's already got her usual smirk on, leaning back in her chair like she owns the place. Andre's focused on something on his phone, tapping away without really paying attention. When I sit down, Jade doesn't even need to ask what's on my mind.

"You okay?" she asks, her voice softer than usual. I can tell she's trying to gauge how I'm holding up.

I nod, even though I'm not sure if I completely believe it myself. "Yeah, just tired of the questions."

"People are dumb," Jade mutters, her voice suddenly sharp. "Don't let them get to you."

"I'm trying," I say, picking at my food. It feels like it's been one long day of pretending like things are fine. I don't want to snap at people, but at the same time, I don't know how much more I can take. "It's just... exhausting."

Andre, who has been quietly listening to our conversation, finally looks up from his phone. "I get it," he says, his tone sympathetic. "I can't imagine what you're going through, but you're doing great. Just keep your head up."

Jade gives him a quick glance, then shifts her attention back to me. "If anyone else comes over with another stupid question, I'll take care of it." Her words are laced with that same sharp edge I've come to rely on.

"I'm not really in the mood for another round of badgering," I admit, letting out a frustrated sigh. "I just want a break from all of this."

"I get it," she says, her voice softening slightly. "But hey, if anyone dares to ask about Shelby again, I've got your back."

Just as I take a bite of my sandwich when some guy walks up beside me, his phone raised like he's trying to catch the perfect shot. I glance up at him, expecting some casual question or harmless small talk, but instead, he starts talking to me without even saying hi.

"Is that really your sister, Shelby?" he asks, holding his phone up so I can see the screen. The image makes my stomach drop. It's the photo of Shelby being wheeled out of the ambulance, her face pale and covered in blood. I feel like I'm going to choke on my sandwich. The panic and fear hit me all over again, but it doesn't stop there.

Before I can even respond, Jade's voice cuts through the air, sharp and clear. "You've got to be kidding me," she snaps. "Are you seriously showing her that right now?"

The guy blinks, clearly not getting it. "I mean, I just thought—"

"Yeah, you thought wrong," Jade interrupts, her tone dripping with venom. "You're standing here and you think it's okay to shove a picture of her sister almost dying in her face? Is that what you think is appropriate?"

He starts to stammer, but Jade doesn't give him a chance to backpedal. She stands up, towering over him. "What the hell is wrong with you? What part of this says 'okay' to you? This is real life, not some freakin' tabloid." She steps forward, and the guy takes a nervous step back, swallowing hard.

"You better walk away before I make you regret it," Jade warns, her voice cold but firm.

The guy hesitates for a moment, then quickly turns and retreats, muttering a half-hearted apology. Jade doesn't stop watching him until he's a good few feet away.

I sit there, feeling a mix of anger and shock, and I'm pretty sure my heart is still racing. I don't even know what to say or how to feel.

Jade sits back down next to me, her anger still simmering, but she gives me a quick glance, her expression softening. "Are you okay?" she asks, her voice way gentler now.

I nod, but I feel like I can't even find my words. "Yeah, I just… I don't get it. Why would he think that was okay?" I've lost my appetite and I wrap my sandwich back up, plopping it onto the tray to toss out.

Jade sighs, shaking her head. "Because people are thoughtless, Tori. They don't care about anyone else unless it affects them. They think just because they saw it on their phone, it's their business to show it off."

I rub my forehead, trying to calm down. "I just— I can't believe he'd do that. It feels like everyone keeps reminding me of what happened."

Jade puts a hand on mine, squeezing it gently. "Hey, they won't for long. You know I've got your back, and if anyone else tries it, I'll handle them." Her voice is low and confident, and it makes me feel a little bit steadier.

"Thanks," I mutter, feeling the weight of it all pressing down on me. "You really scared him off, huh?"

Jade shrugs, a smug little grin appearing on her face. "What can I say? I'm good at making people regret their life choices."

I let out a shaky laugh. "You definitely are."

The final bell rings, and I'm already mentally checking out, my mind focused on Shelby and how she's doing. I gather my things quickly, already thinking about what I'll say when I see her. I want to check on her, make sure she's okay after everything, and be there for her like I should've been more these last few days.

Jade's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. "You wanna head to Shelby's now?" she asks, looking up from the phone she's been scrolling through.

"Yeah," I reply, nodding eagerly. "I just want to see her. I hate that I haven't been there enough. I've been so caught up in everything else."

Jade raises an eyebrow, a hint of a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "You sure? You've been at school all day. Maybe you're too tired for all that emotional sibling stuff."

I roll my eyes, my lips twitching into a smile. "I'll be fine. I just… I miss her. You know?"

Jade watches me for a second before sighing, a smile on her face. "Alright, but let's swing by the house first. Grab Jack."

My heart skips a beat at the mention of him. Jack. My big, goofy boy. I've barely spent any time with him lately, too caught up in Shelby and everything else. And I know Jack can cheer Shelby up. She always lights up when he's around.

"You're right," I admit, feeling guilty. "She loves seeing him."

Jade chuckles softly. "She does. Plus, I think he'll make her feel better. If nothing else, he's probably great company to her right now."

I laugh, but it's a little quieter than usual. "Yeah, Jack's a better listener sometimes."

"We all get busy," Jade says, her voice softening. "But you'll make up for it. And you can't help being the best dog mom ever, so Jack will forgive you."

I nod, thankful for Jade's reassurance, and we head out of the school together. The drive home is quiet but comfortable, the kind of silence that only happens when we're both lost in our own thoughts, but still together.

When we pull into the driveway, I practically race inside, eager to see Jack. He's waiting by the door, tail wagging so hard his whole body is shaking. I crouch down, and he's all over me, licking my face and jumping around, and I can't help but laugh.

"Okay, okay, I missed you too, buddy," I say, ruffling his fur. I glance up at Jade, who's leaning against the doorframe with a smile on her face.

"You ready?" she asks.

I nod, holding Jack's leash. "Yeah, let's go see Shelby."

We get back into the car, and Jack hops into the back, laying down as we get in. As we drive to Shelby's place, I can feel the weight of the day lifting the closer we get to her house. I just want to make sure she knows I'm here for her, that I'm not going anywhere.

When we pull up to Shelby's place, it's like everything falls into place. It feels like coming home after a long day, and I know that this is where I needed to be right now.

Hey! So it's not going to be the next chapter but either the chapter after or the one after that, but we will be getting to graduation day soon! I'm more or less running blank on ideas, whether good things happening during or a side of drama, and am very open to ideas, either through Review or PM. You will be credited on the chapter if your ideas are used! Thank you in advanced! - Mercy