Bubble Tea

knight in shining armour

Song for the chapter: Stand by Me by Shinee

Edvin's POV:

As I watched Audrey strut her stuff at the beach, her moves as smooth as silk, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. "Look at her," I muttered to Andres, who stood beside me. Andres muttered back, "She's like a freaking rock star." with a smile on his face.

I scoffed, unable to hide my disdain. "Yeah, she's a regular superstar," I muttered sarcastically.

Andres shot me a warning glance. "Don't mock her, bro. She's my girlfriend, remember?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, but I'm your best friend. I reserve the right to mock her all I want."

We laughed, but deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling of envy gnawing at me.

I rolled my eyes. "You know, she's not all sunshine and rainbows. I bet she's got a dark side too."

Andres raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my skepticism. "Oh, really? And what makes you say that?"

I shrugged, trying to play it off casually. "Just a hunch. Besides, nobody's perfect, right?"

Andres chuckled, slapping me on the back. "Bro, you think too much. But hey, you're pretty funny when you're being skeptical."

As Andres rushed off to join Audrey, leaving me standing alone, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of bitterness. Sure, Audrey was his girlfriend, but I was his best friend. Didn't that count for something?

But as I watched them walk hand in hand, sharing cotton candy and laughter, any lingering doubts I had about Audrey were overshadowed by a sense of frustration. How could Andres be so blind to her true nature?

I sighed, resigned to the fact that some things were beyond my control.

After that evening we went home and next day I found myself at school again. Ugh.

As I lounged in my usual spot at the back of the classroom, doodling aimlessly in my notebook, I barely registered the dull drone of the chemistry teacher's voice.

But then her words cut through the haze of boredom like a knife.

"Attention, class," she announced, her voice dripping with disdain. "I expect all of you to submit your practical files day after tomorrow. Those who fail to do so will not be permitted to sit for the theory examination."

What the fuck? Day after tomorrow? I hadn't even cracked open my textbook, let alone started on the damn practical work.

I shot a glance at my buddy, Mike, who was lounging beside me with a bored expression on his face. "Can you believe this crap?" I muttered under my breath.

Mike raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a smirk. "Looks like the old witch finally decided to show her true colors."

I snorted, shaking my head in disbelief. "Seriously, man. What's her deal? Does she get off on torturing us or something?"

Mike chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, you know what they say," he quipped, leaning in closer. "Those who can't do, teach."

I couldn't help but laugh at his joke, the tension in my shoulders easing slightly. "And those who can't teach, teach gym," I added, echoing the age-old saying.

We shared a grin, united in our disdain for the teacher from hell. But beneath the laughter, a knot of anxiety continued to gnaw at my insides. Practical files were no joke, and I was way out of my depth.

As the school day dragged to an end, I could barely contain my frustration. The teacher's announcement about the practical file submission had thrown me into a full-blown panic. When I finally got home, I threw my backpack on the floor and glanced at the clock, feeling my stomach churn with anxiety.