The Boy I Wasn't Supposed to Love

Oliver is sixteen, lives for anime, has ADHD, a crippling fear of elevators, and a life so ordinary he'd be the first to tell you - nothing ever really happens to him. Until it does. On an unremarkable morning, the elevator in his building shudders, groans, and stops dead between floors - with Oliver trapped inside it alongside Eric, the quiet, impossibly handsome neighbor from the eighth floor. The one with the dark, steady eyes and the kind of smile that makes you forget what you were about to say.
The one Oliver had always told himself he simply admired. Nothing more than that. What follows is the kind of falling that can't be undone. Told entirely through Oliver's journal entries - raw, funny, and disarmingly honest - The Boy I Wasn't Supposed to Love traces the slow unraveling of a boy who never saw himself as someone capable of this. Not this kind of wanting. Not this kind of fear. As his feelings for Eric grow impossible to ignore, Oliver finds himself navigating new and unfamiliar territory: the weight of a secret, the loyalty of his two best friends, and the terrifying realization that growing up isn't something that happens to you - it's something you have to choose.
This isn't a sweeping love story. There are no grand tragedies, no dramatic declarations at airport terminals. Just an elevator, a boy who didn't know himself yet, and the quiet, life-altering magic of being seen for the very first time."I never expected to fall for him. I had no idea how much everything was about to change."For readers who believe that the most extraordinary stories are the ones that begin in the most ordinary places.