shadows Behind the smile - Breaking FREE

School had become a silent battlefield for Ava.

On the outside, she wore a calm expression, her smile tight and rehearsed, her posture composed. But inside, every hallway felt like a war zone. Every laugh behind her felt like a dagger. And at the center of it all—Bena.

Bena was ruthless. Popular, confident, and cruel in the most calculated ways. She didn't shout in front of teachers, didn't leave bruises where they could be seen. Instead, she cornered Ava in the girls' bathroom when no one else was around, yanked her hair in the locker room when the others weren't looking, and whispered venom in her ear during class when the teacher's back was turned.

"You really think you're better than the rest of us, huh?" Bena had sneered one afternoon, gripping Ava's wrist so tightly it left red marks. "Sleeping with older men now? Trying to get ahead like a little prostitute? Or is it Tom you're after? Think he'll want someone like you?"

The words stung more than the yank to her hair or the shove into the locker. But Ava said nothing. She kept it all in, locking her shame and pain behind a closed mouth and teary eyes that never spilled in public.

Only Leah and Sandy noticed the cracks.

They had drifted lately—caught up in parties, in popularity, in laughter that Ava couldn't share. But even they couldn't ignore the hollow look in her eyes, or the way she flinched when someone touched her shoulder too suddenly.

"Ava," Leah had whispered after gym class, guilt threading her voice. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was that bad."

"We should've been there," Sandy added, eyes brimming with regret. "We just… got so caught up in everything."

Ava didn't answer at first. The silence between them was heavy with everything unsaid. But then, her voice broke softly: "I just wanted to feel like I mattered. Like I wasn't invisible."

"We see you now," Leah said, tears welling. "And we're not leaving again."

They hugged her in the quiet corner of the locker room, and for the first time in weeks, Ava allowed herself to be held.

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The Spark of Something New

Basketball had always been a release for Ava—a place where movement replaced words and adrenaline masked the ache. But during a casual game one afternoon, as she sprinted toward the hoop, her ankle gave out. Her body tilted dangerously forward.

She braced for impact—but strong arms caught her just in time.

"Woah," a voice said, steady and warm. "I got you."

She looked up into the eyes of Daniel—a boy she'd seen around but never spoken to. Tall, athletic, with soft curls that fell just above his eyes and a calm energy that felt oddly comforting.

"Thanks," she murmured, trying to regain her balance.

"You alright?" he asked, not letting go until she nodded. "You need to be more careful out here. It's war."

That made her laugh—a small, surprised sound that felt unfamiliar and light.

"I'm Ava."

"Daniel. You play good. You just need to work on your landing."

From that moment, something shifted. Daniel started showing up during practice, sometimes watching from the sidelines, sometimes offering tips. He never pushed. He never pried. But he was there. And that consistency began to plant something in Ava—a fragile kind of trust.

What neither of them noticed at first, though, was the boy watching from across the court.

Tom's Jealousy Burns Quietly

Tom had seen it all. The fall. The way Daniel had caught her. The laugh she gave him. And even though he had no right—no claim—he felt the heat crawl into his chest.

He clenched his jaw as he watched Ava and Daniel talk after practice, her smile softer than the one she gave anyone else. A thousand questions ran through his mind. Had she told him what happened at the party? Did she talk to him about Bena? Did she laugh like that with him every day now?

He had tried so hard to protect her, to be her shield. And yet, here she was—drifting toward someone new. Someone who hadn't bled for her yet.

Bena noticed too.

"Jealous much?" she said one day, sidling up to Tom in the hallway with a mocking smirk. "She's moving on fast, isn't she? Guess you weren't that special after all."

Tom turned to her, his eyes hard. "You don't know a damn thing about Ava. And whatever game you're playing—leave her out of it."

Bena leaned in, whispering venom. "She'll never choose you, Tom. Not when she knows I'll ruin her life if she does. That little slut doesn't deserve you."

Tom snapped. "You're disgusting."

But even as he stormed away, a cold fear crept into him. Because Bena's poison had deep roots—and if she really wanted to

break Ava , she might succeeded

Absolutely, let's delve into this emotionally charged scene that captures the tension between Ava and Tom, the intrusion of Bena, and the complexities of teenage relationships.

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Chapter: Fractured Connections

The sun cast long shadows across the football field as the school team wrapped up their practice. Tom, the star quarterback, wiped the sweat from his brow, his eyes scanning the sidelines. Amid the scattered students, he spotted Ava, her figure partially obscured by the bleachers. She was engrossed in conversation with Daniel, their laughter floating through the air like a melody that struck a discordant note in Tom's heart.

Summoning his courage, Tom approached the coach. "Coach, mind if I sit out the last few drills? I need to catch up on some schoolwork."

The coach nodded, distracted by the playbook in his hands. "Sure, Tom. Just don't make it a habit."

Tom jogged off the field, his cleats crunching against the gravel. As he neared Ava, his steps slowed, uncertainty gripping him. He rehearsed his words mentally, but as he reached her, they all escaped him.

"Hey, Ava," he began, his voice betraying his nervousness.

Ava turned, her smile fading as she met his gaze. "Tom," she acknowledged, her tone guarded.

"I... I was wondering if we could talk," he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck.

Ava glanced at Daniel, who gave her a reassuring nod before stepping away. She crossed her arms, her posture defensive. "About what?"

Tom hesitated, the words tangled in his throat. "I just... I wanted to check on you. After everything with Bena, I thought maybe we could..."

Before he could finish, a familiar voice interrupted.

"Tommy!" Bena's saccharine tone cut through the tension as she sauntered up to them. Without warning, she leaned in and pecked Tom on the cheek.

Tom recoiled, his eyes widening in shock. "Bena, what are you doing?"

Bena feigned innocence, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Just saying hello. Can't I greet my favorite quarterback?"

Ava's expression hardened, her jaw tightening. Without a word, she turned on her heel and walked away, her footsteps echoing in Tom's ears.

"Ava, wait!" he called after her, but she didn't stop.

Tom turned to Bena, anger simmering beneath his skin. "Why did you do that?"

Bena shrugged, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Just having a bit of fun. No harm done."

Tom shook his head, frustration evident in his stance. "You always have to make things complicated."

As Bena sauntered away, Tom stood alone, the weight of his actions pressing down on him. He realized that repairing his fractured connection with Ava would require more than just words—it would demand sincerity, patience, and a willingness to confront the complexities of