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Ten

Clara sprinted towards the park, her heart hammering against her ribs.

Reaching the bustling cafe, she spotted Marlene sitting alone at a corner table, her face etched with worry.

Relief washed over Clara as she rushed to her side.

“Marlene, thank goodness!”

Clara exclaimed, sliding into the booth opposite her.

“What happened? Is Max okay?”

Marlene took a deep breath, her eyes red-rimmed.

“He’s…fine. But he knows. He figured it out.”

Clara’s stomach lurched. “Oh no. What did he say?”

“He’s angry, of course,”

Marlene said, her voice shaky.

“He called me names, accused me of being a liar. But the worst part… he threatened to tell everyone.”

Tears welled up in Clara’s eyes.

The future they’d been dreaming of was crumbling before their very eyes.

“We have to tell them ourselves,”

Clara said, her voice firm despite the tremor in her heart.

“We can’t let Max control this.”

Marlene nodded, a flicker of determination replacing the despair in her eyes.

Just then, a new voice cut through their conversation.

“Hey there, lovebirds. Having a secret meeting?”

Max stood by their table, his arms crossed and a nasty sneer twisting his features.

The cafe fell silent, heads turning their way.

Clara’s cheeks burned with humiliation.

Marlene stood up, her voice shaking but resolute.

“Max, this isn’t what it looks like.”

But Max cut her off.

“Oh, I think it is perfectly clear, Marlene. You’ve been playing me all along.”

His words were laced with hurt and betrayal, and a pang of guilt shot through Clara.

Although she hated Max’s behavior, she couldn’t deny that their relationship had been built on a lie.

Just as Max was about to launch into another tirade, a hand touched Clara’s shoulder.

She turned to see Sarah standing beside her, a cool expression on her face.

“Excuse me,”

Sarah said, her voice surprisingly firm,

“but it seems like a private conversation is going on here. Perhaps you could take your… drama… elsewhere?”

Max’s eyes narrowed at Sarah’s unexpected intervention.

However, her unwavering gaze seemed to deflate him.

With a final glare at Clara and Marlene, he stormed out of the cafe.

The tension in the cafe began to ease, and conversations resumed.

Sarah sat down with them, offering a sympathetic smile.

“Wow, that was intense,”

she said.

“Care to fill me in?”

Clara hesitated, unsure how much to share.

But something about Sarah’s genuine concern made her open up.

She explained the situation – their budding love, Max’s suspicion, and now the public humiliation.

Sarah listened intently, her eyes reflecting empathy.

When Clara finished, she placed a comforting hand on hers.

“That takes guts,”

she said.

“Not everyone has the courage to be true to themselves.”

Her words resonated with Clara, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.

Marlene reached across the table, squeezing Clara’s hand.

“Thank you, Sarah,”

she said, her voice thick with emotion.

As they sat there, a new sense of connection blossomed between them.

Sarah’s unexpected presence offered a sliver of comfort, a reminder that they weren’t alone.

However, the road ahead was still uncertain.

The weight of Max’s threat hung heavy in the air, and the question of how their relationship would navigate the treacherous waters of school politics remained unanswered.

(To be continued)