UTOPIA HIGH

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Oh, as usual, Morgan went and sat with Reon at the front in class. The lecturer walked in and said, "Well, sit in groups of two and discuss a question."

Imagine you're the manager of a tech company called TechCo. The company's stock has been experiencing a significant decline over the past few weeks, and you're determined to turn thinfgs around. You gather your team for a meeting to discuss strategies to manage the falling stocks.

After the teacher asked that question, he straight up ordered everyone to not refer to their phones but use the knowledge they studied.

when everyone was discussing, Joseph couldn't help but notice how Morgan was looking at Reon's lips as he spoke and how she was playing with her hair and teasing him. Joseph felt a twinge of jealousy, unlike George, who was fully focused on discussing with his friend Yuri.

After submitting the paper to the teacher, he collected them and walked away. Morgan, glancing at Reon, chuckled, praising his outstanding explanations. Reon modestly replied, "A good explanation pairs well with good examples, my lady." Smiling, Morgan suggested an evening discussion at Reon's apartment since he hesitated to join the tall side.

Curious, Reon asked about their subject. Morgan revealed it was math, and Reon warmly welcomed her. Meanwhile, George and Yuri walked out unnoticed by Morgan, who was engrossed in conversation.

Later, George, driving a vintage sports car, reached his mansion. Stripping off his clothes, he headed for a shower. Sitting in contemplation at the sink, thoughts of Morgan filled his mind. He daydreamed about her smiling and playing with him in the sink, eventually succumbing to a deep and peaceful sleep.

As George stood lost in the cascading water of his shower, the gentle sound providing a momentary escape from the day's events, a familiar chime echoed in the bathroom. His hand, wet and dripping, reached for his phone, the notification screen illuminating with Morgan's message. A simple request to talk, but enough to draw George out of his reverie.

Exiting the shower, the steam enveloping him, George, with water droplets trailing down his broad shoulders, approached his wardrobe. In the dimly lit room, he meticulously selected his attire - the classic black ensemble that always adorned him. It wasn't just clothing; it was a statement, an extension of his enigmatic persona.

Making his way to the front door, his mind buzzed with thoughts of Morgan. Opening the door, the soft glow of the hallway lights revealed her standing there, draped in a flowing purple dress that complemented her elegance. Her lips, painted a bold red, curled into a smile upon seeing George.

However, George, expression unchanged, questioned her presence. "Aren't you supposed to be with Joseph or something?" he asked, his tone devoid of the warmth that Morgan expected. The atmosphere shifted as Morgan's excitement withered away. She looked at George, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong with you?" The unspoken tension hung in the air, begging to be unraveled.

George, unmoved, expressed his observation to Morgan, "You seem to enjoy being with him, so don't let me stop you." A cloud of upset settled on Morgan's face, her eyes welled up with tears, lips pressed tightly together, on the verge of a cry. Without a word, she turned away and hurried to her car, leaving George standing with one hand in his pocket, the other rubbing his face in self-reflection, muttering to himself, "Why did I do that?"

Meanwhile, in Reon's room, Gray asks how did you get to be friends with Morgan. Reon, selecting clothes to make a good impression, replied, "I don't know. It all happened after I started performing well in my subjects." The room carried an air of anticipation, with Reon gearing up for a significant discussion with Morgan.

Reon, standing in front of his open wardrobe, scanned through an array of clothing. His room bathed in the soft glow of the evening light filtering through the window, creating a warm ambiance. The shelves were lined with a variety of shirts, hoodies, and jeans, each telling a different story of his style.

He deliberated, his fingers grazing over fabrics, contemplating the impression he wanted to make. The hangers rustled as he sifted through options, occasionally holding garments against himself to gauge their effect. The room echoed with the hushed sound of sliding closet doors, a background symphony to Reon's thoughtful process.

As he considered the possibilities, his eyes settled on a sleek gray T-shirt. Its simplicity exuded a casual charm, and it resonated with his desire for a laid-back yet stylish look. In tandem, he reached for a pair of well-fitted black jeans, a timeless choice that complemented the relaxed vibe of the shirt.

With the decision made, Reon laid out the selected ensemble on his bed, the contrasting colors forming a harmonious blend. The process, a ritual of self-expression, concluded with a satisfied nod. Ready for the evening, he dressed in the gray T-shirt and black jeans, a choice that effortlessly combined comfort and style.

Reon, sensing Gray's internal struggle, offered words of comfort and advice. "Listen to me, it's not your fault Stacy didn't choose you. Don't make it your fault not to be happy, you hear me?" Gray, touched by Reon's sincerity, nodded in agreement. "You're right, I suppose."

Their moment of reflection was interrupted by a knock on the door. Gray swiftly moved to open it, revealing Latti with boxes of pizza and drinks. Excitement painted Gray's face as he called out to Reon, "Yo, Reon, come here real quick!" As Reon approached and saw Latti, a shy yet warm exchange of glances ensued. With confidence, Latti explained, "Well, me and the girls are celebrating for my new single. We thought it would be best if we invite you over."

Gray and Reon, their faces tinged with disappointment, explained their conflicting commitments. Reon expressed, "I'd love to hear your song and be with you guys, but I have an appointment with Morgan." Latti, upon hearing Morgan's name, sighed and replied, "Oh, wow, Morgan, that's cool."

Turning to Gray, she asked about his plans. Gray, visibly disappointed, shared, "Well, me and Stacy aren't in good terms, so it would be very awkward. I'm sorry, but I'd really love to hear your song, though." Latti, feeling a bit disheartened, nodded and said, "Well, okay. Don't worry about it. See you guys later, okay?" She retreated to her room, leaving Gray and Reon to their respective plans, each carrying a mix of emotions into the evening.

In her room, Latti closed the door behind her, leaning on it with a deep exhale. Thoughts swirled in her mind, a mix of emotions after the brief encounter with Gray and Reon. Meanwhile, in her car, Morgan followed Reon's instructions, arriving at the entrance of the apartment. As she parked, her gaze wandered across the road to Joseph's house.

There, Joseph was engrossed in playing a guitar, the melody drifting through the air. Morgan observed him from a distance, the scene unfolding with a serene backdrop of houses.

Morgan, stepping out of her car, made her way into the cafeteria. Pulling out her phone, she texted Reon, inquiring about his whereabouts. His response, "On my way," brought a sense of anticipation. While waiting, Morgan took a moment to survey the surroundings, unfamiliar with the area especially being place for stunteds

Meanwhile, Grover and Stacy, enjoying their coffee, caught sight of Morgan in her elegant attire and impeccably styled hair. A subtle exchange of glances occurred between them, acknowledging the unexpected presence of someone seemingly out of place in their usual setting. Morgan, unaware of their attention, continued to await Reon's arrival.