Chương
1. The Signal
2. Static Noise
3. Frequency Lock
4. Static on the Screen
5. Shadows at the Pump
6. Buzz in the Basement
7. Dust and Threats
8. Wires and Winks
9. Mats and Secrets
10. Ghosts in the Glow
11. Dust and a Grin
12. Wires and a Whisper
13. Sparks and a Snap
14. Laps and a Look
15. I’m Sorry
16. Tangles and a Tease
17. Eyes and a Fight
18. Mats and a Mess
19. Questions and a Quiet
20. Scribbles and a Scare
21. Rumors and a Reach
22. Notes and a Night
23. Tools and a Tumble
24. Laughs and a Lump
25. Collars and a Clash
26. Tunes and a Touch
27. Texts and a Tug
28. Steps and a Slip
29. Wires and a Want
30. Words and a Walk
31. Fists and a Fix
32. Yells and a Yes
33. Steps and a Stop
34. Laps and a Letdown
35. Threads and a Text
36. Forms and a Flirt
37. Whispers and a Wreck
38. Skips and a Stay
39. Runs and a Rest
40. Kisses and a Clash
41. Notes and a No
42. Miles and a Move
43. Echoes and an Edge
44. Hands and a Heat
45. Kisses and a Kick
46. Sweat and a Secret
47. Heat and a Hunt
48. Dust and a Dare
49. Cracks and a Catch
50. Steps and a Sting
51. Tunes and a Twist
52. Runs and a Rip
53. Bits and a Bite
54. Punches and a Pull
55. Buzz and a Break
56. Shadows and a Shiver
57. Truth and a Dare
58. Secrets and Gossip
59. Sweat and a Snap
60. Screens and a Scream
61. Fists and a Fall
62. Stung and a Sting
63. Tracks and a Tease
64. Keys and a Kick
65. Cracks and a Cry
66. Over the Edge
67. Arc and a Swift
68. Gives and a Want
69. Steps and a Steal
70. Rust and a Rush
71. Trails and a Tear
72. Kisses in the Static
73. Racing Hearts, Chasing Trouble
74. Tape and a Tremble
75. Lock and a Lunge
76. Radio Heat and Brick Rain
77. Dash and a Dare
78. Fix and a Flicker
79. Grip and a Gasp
80. Last of Us
81. Stairwell Heat and Crashing Fear
82. Hacked Kisses and Ringing Secrets
83. Bleacher Heat and Dirty Threats
84. Mic Whispers and Window Shadows
85. Track Kicks and Locked Risks
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Collars and a Clash
Mateo POV
I’m by the track, the air cool and sharp, my hands shoved in my hoodie pockets as I pace the dirt. My chest’s tight, restless, since yesterday—me flirting with that cheerleader, Noah walking away, quiet, hurt, his eyes burning into me across the field. That rustle, that text—“He’s not her...
