Covetousness

Bitter Brews, Sweet Obsessions #2

The classroom was its usual quiet self, save for the faint rustling of papers and the occasional murmur from a few students. You sat at your desk near the window, surrounded by stacks of assignments that needed checking. The faint breeze from outside provided some comfort, but your attention was squarely on the papers in front of you.

As the class president, you carried an air of authority, even without speaking. Your classmates respected you, though you could sense their nervous energy whenever you were around. It wasn’t that you were unkind; quite the opposite. Your calm demeanor and angelic nature had earned you a reputation as someone approachable—just not to be crossed.

At the back of the room, Stacey and Jhoanna exchanged mischievous glances. It wasn’t long before their laughter broke the near-silence, drawing a few wary glances from your classmates. Unlike the others, Stacey and Jhoanna didn’t seem the least bit intimidated by you. In fact, they thrived on your quiet tolerance.

“President,” Stacey called, sidling up to your desk with Jhoanna in tow. Her playful tone turned heads, though most of your classmates quickly looked away, unwilling to risk your attention.

You didn’t look up, merely humming in acknowledgment as you continued marking papers. “What is it now?” you asked, your tone neutral but with a hint of amusement.

Jhoanna leaned on the edge of your desk, grinning. “Don’t worry, we’re not here to cause trouble. Much.”

You sighed softly but didn’t stop them. You were used to their antics by now. “Go on, what do you need?”

Stacey smirked, tossing her hair dramatically. “Well, it’s about your favorite person.”

You raised an eyebrow, finally glancing at them. “Favorite person?”

“Aiah, of course,” Jhoanna supplied, her grin widening.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, returning to your papers. “What about her?”

“She’s looking for you,” Stacey said, pulling out a chair and plopping into it. “Apparently, there’s a student council meeting later, and she’s been trying to call you.”

Jhoanna laughed. “But since you don’t believe in phones or social lives, she sent us instead.”

You sighed again, though this time it was out of mild exasperation. “It’s not that I don’t believe in them. I just don’t see the point of being constantly connected.”

“Right, right,” Stacey said, waving a hand dismissively. “Anyway, we’re here to relay the message. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Thanks,” you said dryly, though your lips twitched upward ever so slightly.

Jhoanna leaned closer, her tone turning teasing. “You know, Aiah might have a little crush to you. She always asks us to check on you. Like a lot.”

You finally set your pen down, giving them a pointed look. “Do either of you ever stop talking?”

“Not really,” they said in unison, breaking into laughter.

Your classmates shot them disapproving looks, but no one dared to say anything. Everyone knew that Stacey and Jhoanna were the only ones who could get away with being loud around you.

“Aiah must really like you,” Jhoanna teased further, grinning from ear to ear. "It’s kind of suspicious, don’t you think?”

Stacey gasped theatrically, leaning closer. “Do you think she’s secretly in love with you? Oh no, Y/N, is there a scandal brewing between the president and vice president?”