Teaser ;)
The office is quiet, Adrian stands at the desk, fiddling with some papers for a documentation project while Anya stands across from him, looking uneasy. The principal, Adrian's father, is still absent, which leaves the two alone.
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“What?! You guys went on a date?!” Tyler exclaimed loudly, his voice carrying across the quiet classroom.
“Shut up! It was a compensation,” Adrian murmured quietly, leaning back in his chair as Tyler sat behind him.
Amy, the school’s resident mean girl, strutted over with her usual ‘pick me’ act—flirty yet innocent. She leaned casually against Adrian’s desk, her tone syrupy sweet.
“Heyy, who went on a date?” she asked, batting her lashes and smiling as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“No one,” Tyler said, sounding disinterested, while Adrian didn’t even glance in her direction.
Amy shifted her focus entirely to Adrian. “Adrian, are you free during lunch?” she asked, her voice soft, but her gaze lingering just a bit too long.
“What for?” His voice was cold and distant, void of any warmth.
“You know,” she said playfully, twirling a strand of her hair, “to hang around.”
Adrian gave a short, dismissive nod before turning his attention back to his notebook. Tyler leaned back in his chair, a knowing smirk on his face, watching the exchange unfold with mild amusement.
Amy huffed softly, not used to being ignored so easily, before walking away with an exaggerated flip of her hair.
Adrian sighed softly, the tension in the room fading as Tyler leaned in slightly.
“She doesn’t give up, does she?” Tyler remarked quietly.
“No,” Adrian replied flatly, “I don't care.”
Anya walked into the classroom, her sage green oversized zipper hoodie draped loosely over black pants, a sketchbook clutched tightly in her hands.
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Adrian's gaze flickered to her from his phone.
The sage green hoodie made her look smaller somehow, softer, like she wasn’t the same girl who had smugly watched him suffer through that ridiculous spicy food yesterday.
His jaw tightened as the memory flashed through his mind. The way she had laughed—completely unguarded, her cheeks flushed from her own battle with the spice. It was maddening.
He tore his eyes away, glaring out the window instead, his fingers tapping lightly against the edge of his desk. Stupid. She’d practically made him to eat that fiery death trap, and then had the audacity to laugh about it like it was some kind of game.
Tyler gave her a small wave, and she returned a brief smile as she made her way toward her seat beside Adrian's desk.
She chatted with Hazel for a few minutes, laughing softly and gesturing animatedly while leaning casually on Hazel's desk.
Adrian’s eyes darted to her again, this time catching the way she leaned casually against Hazel's desk, her smile wide as she laughed at something Hazel said. Her gestures were animated, hands moving as if they couldn’t keep up with her words, and her laughter—soft and unrestrained—carried across the noisy room.
