JEALOUSY HAS NO RIGHT

CHAPTER 14– JEALOUSY HAS NO RIGHT 

Sonia stepped into the classroom, the heavy wooden door creaking softly behind her as it swung shut. The late afternoon light filtered through the half-drawn blinds, casting long golden stripes across the scuffed tile floor and the rows of empty desks. The air smelled faintly of chalk dust, old books, and something warmer—sweat and tension that still lingered. Her eyes adjusted quickly, scanning the room, and a small smile tugged at her lips when she saw Aaron standing alone near the teacher’s desk.

Just him. Perfect.

Aaron turned at the sound, his posture straightening a fraction. A flicker of surprise crossed his face before he smoothed it away with that easy, confident expression he always wore. “Sonia? What are you doing here?”

She let the door click fully closed and leaned against it for a second, arms loosely folded under her chest. Her school uniform skirt swayed slightly as she pushed off and walked toward him, hips moving with natural confidence. “I saw you coming in here with the pastor’s son. Leon.” She glanced around the seemingly empty room, her brow arching. “What were you two doing in here?”

Aaron shrugged, running a hand through his slightly messy hair. He looked casual, almost too casual. “He just helped me with an assignment. He’s gone now.”

A faint metallic creak echoed from the back of the room, near the row of old metal lockers. It was barely audible, but Sonia was already focused on Aaron and didn’t seem to notice. She stepped closer, close enough to catch the scent of his cologne mixed with the faint warmth of his skin. Her pulse quickened. The last time they had been alone like this, things had gotten heated fast. She wasn’t about to waste the chance.

Without hesitation, Sonia reached up and slid her hands over his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath his shirt. She rose onto her toes, aiming to pull him down into a kiss, her body pressing flush against his. “We’ve got the room to ourselves now,” she murmured, voice low and inviting. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Aaron caught her wrists gently but firmly before her lips could meet his. He held them for a moment, creating just enough space between them. “Not now, Sonia,” he said, his tone light but edged with something she couldn’t quite read. “Someone could walk in any minute. You know how these teachers are—always popping up at the wrong time.”

Sonia paused, searching his face. His eyes were steady, but there was a tightness in his jaw that hadn’t been there a second ago. She tilted her head, a mix of disappointment and suspicion blooming in her chest. This wasn’t like him. Aaron had never turned down a moment like this before. Not with her.

“Are you seeing someone else?” The words slipped out sharper than she intended, laced with genuine hurt. She pulled her wrists free but didn’t step back. “Is that why you’re acting like this? If you’re seeing someone else, just say it, Aaron. Don’t play games with me.”

Her voice cracked slightly on the last part. Sonia hated how vulnerable it made her sound, but she couldn’t help it. She liked Aaron—really liked him. The stolen kisses, the secret touches, the way he made her feel wanted. The thought of him doing the same with another girl twisted something ugly in her stomach.

Aaron didn’t answer with words right away. Instead, he exhaled softly, cupped the back of her neck with one warm hand, and pulled her in. His lips met hers in a firm, silencing kiss. Sonia’s protest melted instantly. She sighed into his mouth, her hands fisting in his shirt as she kissed him back with all the pent-up longing she’d been carrying. For a moment, everything else faded—the suspicion, the empty classroom, the strange creak she thought she might have imagined.

But inside the narrow metal locker at the back of the room, Leon’s world had narrowed to the frantic thud of his own heartbeat.

He stood pressed against the cold, cramped interior, barely daring to breathe. His legs ached from the awkward position he’d frozen into after scrambling inside when the footsteps first approached. The slatted vents in the locker door gave him a thin, fragmented view of the classroom, enough to see Aaron and Sonia locked together in that heated kiss.

Leon’s throat felt tight. His skin still burned from everything that had happened just minutes earlier—sitting on Aaron’s lap, the slow grind of hips, the way Aaron’s hands had gripped him like he mattered. The instructions, the teasing, the undeniable heat between them. He had been seconds away from completely losing himself in it when Sonia’s footsteps had interrupted.

Now he was trapped here, watching the guy who had just turned his entire body inside out kissing someone else like it was nothing.

Leon’s fists clenched at his sides. Sweat trickled down his back. Part of him wanted to burst out, to say something, to demand answers. But what would he even say? 

‘I was just on his lap learning how to give a lap dance for another guy?’

The humiliation would kill him. So he stayed silent, teeth gritted, chest burning with a confusing storm of jealousy, arousal, and anger.

Sonia broke the kiss first, breathing a little heavier as she looked up at Aaron. Her fingers stayed tangled in his shirt. “You can’t just shut me up like that every time,” she whispered, though the smile playing on her lips said she didn’t entirely mind. “I’m serious, Aaron. If there’s someone else…”

Aaron’s thumb brushed lightly over her cheek. His voice was low, almost soothing. “There’s no one else. You’re overthinking it.” He leaned in again, kissing her slower this time, deeper, as if trying to chase away her doubts with touch rather than words.

Behind the locker door, Leon squeezed his eyes shut, jaw tight, the realization hitting harder than anything else. This was supposed to be about Damian… so why the hell did it feel like his chest was caving in?