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had to quickly answer Thomas's text asking me if I was

Answer me before I strike you with this...'" She brandished her slippers mena

plied, trying to appease her. She simply hissed and instructed me to stay in her gr

ith him because, well, I had a crush on him, even though he had a crush on Faith, the so

y recognized that v

me. She had been ignoring my calls for days. Who does that to

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he inquired, concern repla

to attend to my mom's cust

ola chuckled, and before I could say any

ore my mother got back, or my l

ter, Zee,"

fetch the sachet of water from the fridge, which was kind of a dista

know, absorbed in his phone, completely oblivio

s if he could my

oice interrupted, "So Zee, that

I asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow. The Danie

nice," Lo

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eautiful one with boys following he

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plored, looking like she might c

ndshake, and I shook it, feeling a strange s

"I screame

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ra, I actually like your friend, sorry, I lo

eft a few minutes later because it was getting dark, and my mom h

from my best friend, the same one who had

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ood for chatting. I switched off my pho

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urned to look at the audacious fool,

. He came over to where I was

next to me. It was the first period of the school day, and the geography teacher had given us some time to study.

tlessly oozed charisma and had a knack for acing exams without appearing to put in much effort. I, on t

fects, a responsibility thrust upon us because we were in SS2.

rting that I would read later, whether I liked it or not. It was his usual game -

rtedly, unable to suppress my laugh as he continued to play wit

?" A voice asked, suddenly interrup

or the math challenge."...And just like that

ir spot' evoked a s

stood up

and Faith. His captivating smile, once reserved for our close friendship, was increasingly finding its way to her. The w

t mundane subjects interesting, and we often spent hours discussing everything from maths to English to science.

emed to blur into a meaningless jumble. The equations that once fascinated me felt like a fo

y my frustration. The chattering of my classmates in the class felt like a cacoph

ith a Soma over something trivial. Our voices rose, and I felt annoyance in me. It s

lm and soothing presence in the midst of the turmoil. It was Peter, a classmat

nto an ugly confrontation was averted. Gratitude welled up within me,

d himself and streached ou

nsure why he wa

e we could be f

e class and left him standing in embarrassme

, lost in my thoughts, I suddenly f

.very handsome, social and he was called the Joseph of L

rying to sound casual despite

g, and my heart skipped a beat. "Araaaaaa"

s goa

ent passing by was looking at us...trust secondary school stude

he bought lunch for me and I

hrough me. Thomas, who had been observing from a distance, couldn't resi

an can I joi

the remnants of my earlier frustration, but as soon as Thomas sat beside me, it all seemed to melt away

n, asked, "Hey, what's the reason for your little be

whined, "Ahan , don't

usly, "She's just being shy, but dee

f them, I couldn't help b

r, sending a rush of sensations through me. It

his touch, I couldn't help

individuals . What was wrong with me? I sighed, silently pondering the com

and playful banter, but within me, a storm of feelin