MasukI unlocked my phone with trembling fingers, my thumb hovering over the screen. A dull sense of unease pressed at my chest, and I tried to shake it off.But the moment I opened Facebook, my stomach dropped.New Couple Alert 💕 — Aria & Adrian! Who would have thought the weirdo has eyes for the famous basketballer? 😍🔥My chest seized. The words blurred before my eyes, my hands shaking violently as I held the phone. I couldn’t breathe. My stomach twisted sharp and cold, as though someone had plunged a knife straight through it. Adrian? Adrian?What—what was this?I swiped down slowly, my thumb trembling with fear and disbelief. There it was: a photo from today’s tutorial session. My face—beaming with smiles, completely unguarded beside Adrian. And him… calm, relaxed, almost happy. The caption turned it into something cruel. I was just trying to reach him.Hundreds of comments flooded in, mocking and cruel.“Didn’t think she had a chance 😂”“Aria? Really? Adrian has a girlfriend. Lmao
ARIAI arrived home earlier than usual that day. The heat hit me the second I stepped inside, thick and heavy, pressing against my skin like a warning. The faint smell of burnt oil and sweat lingered in the air, the kind that comes from cooking too long and forgetting to open a window.I closed the door quietly behind me, the creak echoing through the small, still apartment.“Mama?” I called out, dropping my school bag beside the door. But there was no answer.She was supposed to be home. She hadn’t gone to work today—not since they fired her. Maybe she went down the street to buy something? Still, the house felt too quiet. Usually, I’d hear the soft hum of the TV or the clatter of pots in the kitchen. But today there was nothing—just the distant rumble of a generator outside and the faint laughter of children playing somewhere down the street.The living room was dim, so I flicked the switch. The bulb didn’t come on.“Power’s out again,” I muttered, wiping sweat from my forehead. Ty
ARIA Her eyes widened, jaw dropping slightly, as they landed on him. He was there. Adrian. I froze mid-step, unsure where to look first. Jenna’s expression shifted from disbelief to awe in seconds, and I could feel the sudden tension in the air. He looked at her with that faint, knowing smirk, leaning casually against one of the desks. Not aggressive, not threatening, just entirely confident. “I didn’t know you attended tutorials,” he said, his voice smooth and teasing. Jenna blinked, clearly flustered. “W-well… Aria is my friend. I just thought I’d… attend.” “Hi, Adrian,” she said finally, her voice unsteady. For a moment, the room felt quieter than normal, like I couldn’t hear anything besides him speaking. I realized my hands were gripping my notebook a little too tightly, my pulse going faster than it should. I cleared my throat. “Okay, if everyone’s done staring,” I said, giving Jenna a pointed look, “we can actually start the tutorial.” Jenna slumped into a chair, her c
ARIA Classes went as usual, and sooner than expected, the bell rang for the end of school, its sharp tone echoing through the crowded hallway like a clarion call. Students poured out of classrooms in chaotic waves, their laughter and chatter colliding and spilling into every corner. I lingered at my desk, half-finished packing my notes, trying to ignore the noise outside. A sudden thump made me glance up. Jenna had dropped her bag onto my desk with that dramatic sigh she always reserved for maximum effect. “You know,” she began, leaning in, eyes bright with mischief that warned of impending trouble, “I have to see things for myself today. Guess who’s coming for tutorial?” I frowned, crossing my arms. “Definitely not you… Is this about the rumors? Because it’s totally not worth it.” “Yes, of course me!” she added quickly, grinning. “I just can’t resist. You’ve got him in your class—the most popular basketball player in school. I have to see for myself.” I raised an eyebrow
ARIA By the time Jenna and I made it back to class, the noise in the hallway had settled into a dull background hum. I still felt uncomfortable — the coffee incident was replaying in my mind like a broken recording I couldn’t turn off. My dress was mostly dry, but the faint smell of coffee clung to me, a reminder of how the morning had gone wrong. Jenna walked quietly beside me, clutching her books against her chest. She hadn’t said much since we left the cafeteria. Maybe she didn’t know what to say, or maybe she could tell I didn’t want to talk. I was grateful for the silence either way. The last thing I wanted was pity. When we stepped into the classroom, the usual chatter of students filled the air. Desks were half full, and the faint scent of chalk hung in the air. Everything looked normal, but inside, I felt far from it. “Let’s just sit,” I muttered under my breath. Jenna nodded and slid into the seat beside mine. I dropped my bag beside the desk and forced myself to
ARIA The coffee hit me before I could even react, scalding through the fabric of my dress. My hands shot out instinctively, pressing against the spreading stain, but it didn’t stop it. The heat clawed at my chest and stomach, twisting my insides into tight knots. Around me, the cafeteria erupted with whispers and stifled laughter, an invisible wall of eyes pressing down on me. “Oh my gosh… can you imagine? She just spilled coffee on herself!” Cassie’s voice cut through the din, sharp and deliberate. I froze. My eyes darted around. Some students peeked over their trays, giggling quietly, nudging each other to look. Most of them were Cassie’s friends, smirking at my misfortune. Every glance, every whisper, every subtle laugh pressed down on me, suffocating. My hands pressed harder against the fabric, cheeks burning, heart hammering like it might leap from my chest. The coffee burned sharply against my skin, but the humiliation stung far worse. Cassie didn’t hesitate. She leaned







