The Warning signs

1 | Liam

His love was a command, mine was the surrender.

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t was February 4 when I started courting Sophia.

Sophia was my unparalleled sanctuary of unwavering affection, the harmonious melody in the symphony of my existence—I can live without her,I can't imagine a bright future without her by my side.

I'm just glad everyone around us is supportive of the "can I court you?" phase.

but for now Sophia hasn't been given the main question and an answer"can you be my girlfriend"

I'm scared,to be behind her back.

Is she already entwined in the dance of another romance, merely trying to shield my heart from the sting of the truth?Yet, she is well aware that my heart is devoted to her, a fact that has become the common whisper among our circle.

"Liam?" Yet, as I sank deeper into my thoughts, a sudden voice broke through. I didn't even want to identify the speaker, but the word echoed in my mind, 'Is it Sophia?' My heart leapt at the mention of her name, a spark of hope igniting within me.

But as I lifted my gaze, I was met with the stern glare of our teacher, a wave of laughter rippling through the classroom.

I dared not look at Sophia, the fear of seeing her laughter too great a risk to my already fragile heart.

But despite the embarrassment, I found the courage to scan the room. My friends, her friends, all laughing at my expense.

Yet, Sophia stood out from the crowd. She wasn't laughing.

Instead, there was a look of concern in her eyes, a silent indication that she cared.

But before I could dwell on it, our teacher silenced the class, redirecting the attention back to me with a question scrawled on the chalkboard

After answering the question, I retreated back to my seat, feeling the weight of every pair of eyes tracking my every move.

Once the bell signaled the end of class, I found myself crossing paths with Sophia.

Our eyes met, a silent conversation hanging in the air between us.

But it was abruptly cut short by the chatter of her friends, recounting the earlier classroom incident with giggles and whispers. Yet, Sophia seemed unfazed, her attention unwavering from me.

Suddenly, my own friends appeared, their laughter echoing in my ears as they playfully teased me about the incident. But instead of feeling embarrassed, I found myself joining in, laughing along with them.

After all, what are friends for if not to share in these awkward, yet memorable, high school moments?

We were nestled in the garden adjacent to the library, a serene haven amidst the school's usual hustle. Through the library's transparent glass, I could see Sophia and her friends, their voices a muted symphony of laughter and chatter.

Yet Sophia's gaze kept drifting towards me, hastily retreating whenever our eyes locked.

Deciding to playfully challenge her, I held my gaze steady, my eyes unwavering.

This left her no choice but to turn away, a soft blush painting her cheeks.

Meanwhile, my friends were keenly observing our silent exchange.

Noah, with a teasing grin, nudged me, "Seems like you can't take your eyes off her, huh?"

"Yeah, right"I responded, my eyes still locked on Sophia.

Ethan chimed in, "Don't want to look away?"

With a soft smile, I replied, "I could admire her forever."