H_Vasuja

Story Description:

Vale Black seems like the kind of girl who has it all—fair honey skin, hazel waves that catch the sunlight, silver jewels that shimmer against her skin, and a heart too big for her own good. Lovable, honest, and an open book, she’s someone people easily fall for—but never seem to stay with. Behind her soft smile and bright eyes lies a world no one knows about. No one, except her best friend Hanisha.

In secret, Vale is a car-racing thrill-seeker, a tech genius, and a trained fighter—talents buried deep beneath layers of privilege and expectation. But her carefully guarded secrets begin to unravel when Kian Adams enters her life. Rich, sharp, and carrying scars of his own, Kian’s family shares a tense, complicated past with Vale’s. What starts as distant indifference turns into a slow-burning connection, as their lives begin to collide in ways neither of them planned.

As they navigate messy friendships, broken trust, and the slow dance of teenage love, Vale and Kian must learn that the truth doesn’t always hurt—it heals. And sometimes, the people who see through your walls are the ones who help rebuild what’s inside.

THE SUNLIGHT SKETCHES

Not because he didn't know how to handle them—he did. He knew how to smirk just right, how to walk into a room like he didn't care, how to make people look without giving them anything real to look at. But it was exhausting.

Westview High was no different than the last school. Just shinier. Louder. Packed with people pretending not to try.

He leaned against his locker, eyes half-lidded, listening to Kaley and her two shadows—Stella and Victoria—compete for his attention like it was a limited-time offer.

Not until she walked in.

He'd seen her this morning—Vale Black. The name was familiar. Their families had history, though he couldn't remember the details. Some business fallout, he thought. His mother never spoke kindly about the Blacks. Then again, Amanda Adams didn't speak kindly about most people.

Vale walked like the world wasn't watching, even though it absolutely was. Like she belonged here and above here all at once. The way light caught in her hazel braid, the subtle glint of her jewelry—it wasn't showy. It was intentional.

And when their eyes met across the courtyard, something paused in his chest.

It wasn't attraction. Not right away.It was curiosity.And something like recognition—except he was sure they'd never actually met.

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After lunch, Kian ducked into the computer lab to escape.

No one ever expected the new guy to be a tech nerd, which worked in his favor. He liked silence, circuits, logic—things that made sense.

He sat at the back and pulled up the system diagnostics screen just for fun. The school's network was decent. Secure, but not impossible.

A few keystrokes in, and he was staring at a firewall someone else had touched recently.

Whoever it was had left behind clean footprints—minimal, efficient code. Almost like a signature. Hidden, but on purpose.

He tapped a few more keys, then leaned back, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Someone in this school knew what they were doing.And for the first time today, Kian Adams was intrigued.

Chapter Three: Something About Her