**Chapter 1: "Stop Teasing Me, Pariskrit!"**
Today, while I was walking down the hall, I noticed that people were staring and whispering. Their glances lingered a bit too long, their murmurs followed me as I passed by. *What could they be on about?* I wondered, trying to push the feeling aside.
That's when I saw him—Pariskrit—standing at the far end of the corridor, leaning against the wall with that familiar, smug look on his face. His gaze locked onto mine like he had been waiting for this exact moment. My stomach tightened in knots.
Before I could think of a way to avoid him, he was walking towards me, his steps purposeful. In a flash, his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist aggressively.
"Hey!" I protested, but he didn't seem to care. In one swift motion, he yanked me toward the nearest door—straight into the boys' bathroom. I stumbled over my own feet, barely catching myself.
"What the hell?!" I yelled, a mixture of surprise and confusion flooding my voice.
"Shh..." Pariskrit hushed me, his voice low and almost playful, though there was an edge to it. "It'll only last a while, Amanual," he added, and before I could make sense of his words, I felt his hands snake under my shirt.
"What are you doing?!" I shouted, instinctively shoving him off me. My heart raced, panic rising in my chest. This wasn't normal—this wasn't Pariskrit, was it?
He stumbled back, but that damn smirk stayed plastered on his face. "Oh? Feisty now, aren't we?~" he teased, his voice dripping with mock amusement.
"Stop teasing me, Pariskrit!" I growled, my mind scrambling to make sense of the situation. I took a step back, keeping my distance. His eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief, like he was enjoying this far too much. But there was something else there too—something darker, hidden just beneath his smirk.
"Or what?" he asked, taking a slow step forward, closing the distance I had just created. The tension in the air was suffocating.
"Or I'll make you regret it," I shot back, my voice firmer than I felt inside. I wasn't going to let him see how unnerved I was.
For a moment, his expression faltered—just for a moment. But then, just as quickly, the smirk returned. "You always say that, but you never do, Amanual," he said, his voice softer now, almost too casual. "One of these days, you'll thank me for this."
My skin crawled at his words, and I gritted my teeth. "Get out of my way," I said, moving to leave, but Pariskrit blocked the door, his eyes flicking over me like he was trying to read something in my face.
"Why are you always in such a hurry to leave?" he mused. "We could... have fun. Just you and me. No one would know."
My stomach churned, and a flash of anger surged through me. "I said, *get out of my way,*" I repeated, louder this time.
Something in my tone must have struck a nerve because Pariskrit's playful demeanor shifted. He narrowed his eyes, his expression hardening. "Fine," he muttered under his breath, stepping aside, but not before leaning in close enough for me to feel his breath on my ear. "But don't think this is over."
With that, he finally let me go, and I bolted out of the bathroom, my heart pounding in my chest. The whispers in the hallway were gone, replaced by the dull hum of students going about their day as if nothing had happened.
But I knew better. Whatever had just happened with Pariskrit wasn't over, and I had no idea what he had planned next.
All I knew was that something had shifted between us—and it scared me.
