🦋chapter 3🦋

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3rd person

Amela nestled into the alcove by the ornate fountain, a silent observer in the bustling courtyard of their elite school. Her gaze was fixed on Zade Edris, who stood like an enigma wrapped in the uniform that seemed tailored just for his tall, athletic frame. He leaned against the ancient oak tree, his grey eyes distant, as if he were lost in thoughts that no one else could fathom.

"Doesn't he ever smile?" she mused to herself, watching how Zade's lips rarely curved upwards, his expression etched with a severity that seemed beyond his years. Amela's own experiences had taught her that such coldness often guarded a trove of hidden depths, and she felt an inexplicable pull to uncover the mysteries behind his brooding facade.

As she continued to observe him, a group of students nearby caught her attention. "Zade? Oh, you wouldn't believe it, but he's crazy about vintage cars," one of them said, a note of admiration in his voice.

"Really?" another responded, incredulous. "He always seems so... uninterested in everything."

"Only because you don't know where to look. And trust me, he can talk your ear off about football strategies. The guy's got a mind like a steel trap when it comes to sports."

Amela's ears perked up at this revelation, her interest deepening. She had noticed Zade's athletic prowess on the field, but to hear of his passion for something as tangible and intricate as vintage cars—machines with stories embedded in their very engines—it gave her a glimpse into a side of him that wasn't dominated by frosty detachment.

"Football and old cars, huh?" she thought, tucking a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear. A spark ignited within her, a yearning to understand what fueled Zade's fervor. "Everyone has something that drives them, something that makes their eyes light up. What's your story, Zade Edris?"

She shifted her weight, contemplating the newfound knowledge. These tidbits of Zade's interests were puzzle pieces, and Amela felt compelled to fit them together, to see the complete picture that they formed. This was more than mere curiosity now; it was a challenge, and Amela had never been one to back down from a challenge.

"Maybe there's a way to share a moment, a conversation about engines or the thrill of a well-played game," she pondered, a plan beginning to take shape in her mind. "It might just be enough to chip away at that icy exterior."

With a deep breath, Amela stood up straighter, her resolve hardening. She would learn more about Zade Edris, not just to satisfy her curiosity, but perhaps to find that vulnerable core that he kept so fiercely protected. It was a daunting task, but beneath her quiet demeanor, Amela held a determination as unyielding as the mountains of her homeland.

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The autumn air was crisp, carrying the distant shouts and cheers from the football field where Zade reigned as an undisputed champion. Each goal he scored seemed to build the wall around him higher, his stoic face never betraying a hint of triumph. Amela watched from the bleachers, her gaze following his every move—not just the athletic prowess that enthralled the crowd, but the subtle clues that revealed the enigma that was Zade.

"Nice play!" she muttered under her breath, acknowledging his skill even from afar.

"Are you here for the tryouts?" A voice pulled her from her reverie. It was Lina, a common friend who shared several classes with both Amela and Zade.

"Tryouts?" Amela's brow furrowed slightly.

"Yeah, for the support team. They help out during the games—stats, strategy, that sort of thing. It's a great way to get involved," Lina explained, her eyes shining with excitement.

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