Masuk“So… were you both able to talk things through?” Lily asked the moment Stacey walked into the classroom.“Yes,” Stacey answered with a small smile.Lily’s eyes lit up behind her glasses, a mischievous glint dancing there. They were in class, free period, nothing but time and gossip.“I’m still waiting for more,” Lily said, leaning closer.“More what?” Stacey asked innocently, but her cheeks betrayed her, flushing red as she looked away.Lily cleared her throat, then pinched Stacey’s arm.“Ouch!” Stacey cried, spinning to face her. “What was that for?”“For holding back the spicy details,” Lily said, laughing.“I’m shy,” Stacey mumbled, covering her face.Lily rolled her eyes. “Girl, start talking. What did you two do?”Stacey laughed softly, eyes glued to her desk.“Wait,” Lily suddenly said, sitting upright. “You gave him your V card?”“Lily!” Stacey gasped, swatting her arm.“I’m just thinking since you don’t want to talk,” Lily said dramatically. “And look at you—you’re practically
Stacey’s throat tightened as she ran toward the science block, her sneakers slapping loudly against the pavement. She hoped to find Derick there, hoped he was still packing his bag, still around. She burst into the classroom, breathless, her heart racing.Several faces turned toward her. Curious and questioning.“Oh… sorry, I—” Her voice failed her.Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she spun and bolted out, the sting of embarrassment chasing her down the hallway. She turned toward the basketball field next, her lungs burning, praying desperately she hadn’t missed him.As she got closer, she saw him.Walking ahead with King, they were heading towards the packing area.Relief crashed into her so hard her knees nearly buckled. She grabbed the wall, steadying herself, her palm slick with sweat. For a second, she just breathed. Then Lily’s voice echoed in her head.Make him understand. Until he understands you again.She pushed herself forward, her steps quick and uneven, heart slamming hard
“Alright, eyes up here,” Mr. Jacobs said, clapping his hands once as the general class buzzed with loud noise, laughter, gossips and everything else you can imagine filled the air. The students all turned to look his way, quietening. “Today’s exercise is about teamwork. He began, “Cooperation. Compromise. All the things you seniors seem allergic to.”A ripple of laughter moved through the room, but Stacey didn’t laugh.She sat stiffly beside Lily and Paul, her shoulders locked, her face quiet but tense. She could feel Derick’s eyes on her from across the room — sharp, heavy, impossible to ignore. Every time she looked up, he looked away. Every time she looked away, she felt him staring.It was pure torture.Paul’s jaw was clenched, his arms crossed like he was guarding her. Lily kept glancing between Stacey and Derick, her lips pressed together, worry etched all over her face, she held her friends hands squeezing it. King sat with Derick and the boys two rows ahead, glaring over his
“You didn’t speak to him, did you?”Stacey’s grandfather watched her closely, pity softening his eyes. He could already tell from the way she sat slumped on the couch, with her box of fries resting on her lap. Stacey loved fries so much, but now she chewed them slowly, absent-mindedly, like she couldn’t even taste them.“I… uh… I—I tried,” she whispered.Her voice cracked halfway through the sentence. He heard it, and felt it. His chest tightened. This was growing up, he reminded himself—but she was still his baby.“He was so angry,” Stacey continued, staring down at her hands. “He kept sending glares my way. I couldn’t even get close to him.”Her lips trembled.“That,” her grandfather said gently, “is a sign he’s hurt. If he didn’t care anymore, he wouldn’t even look your way.”Stacey swallowed hard.“Grandpa, that’s not the point.” She shook her head, as Monica’s words echoed cruelly in her mind.He studied her face. “Then what is?”“The hottest girl in school,” she said quietly. “S
Stacey’s legs moved before her brain could catch up. She excused herself from the field, shrugging past students who barely noticed her in the chaos of warm-ups and whistles. The cold wind bit at her cheeks, and her chest felt tight, like someone was pressing hard on it with a fist.Paul started forward, but Lily grabbed his arm firmly. “Let her be,” she said softly. “She needs time alone.”They watched her retreat toward the edge of the field, her shoulders hunched, and head lowered. Beyond the track, the grass dipped down slightly, and Stacey moved there, away from the sun, away from the noise, and away from everyone. Her steps slowed as her chest rose and fell unevenly. She pressed one hand to it, trying to steady the ache.And then her eyes burst out with tears, it was slow drops at first, then it cascaded down her cheeks, hot and relentless. She wrapped her arms around herself as if hugging her own heart could stop it from breaking.A voice sliced through the quiet. Sharp. Venom
Derick’s gaze cut across the field the moment Stacey stepped onto the track. It was sharp, and unrelenting, piercing straight through her. Every time their eyes met, it was like a jolt of electricity—painful, impossible, yet familiar. Stacey forced herself to look away, hugging her arms around herself, staying with Lily and Paul, though every muscle in her body ached to move toward him.Lily’s eyes flicked to Stacey. Her brow furrowed. She shook her head in exasperation, she knew something was wrong when Derick didn’t come their and from the way Stacey’s shoulders were tight, her steps stiff, and from her distant expression, she could tell she was unhappy, Lily’s chest tightened, what could have happened again, they were good yesterday until he called her babe in front of everyone. Paul, oblivious of Stacey’s pain, nudged Lily with a grin. “Big boy didn’t come today,” he threw a mocking glance towards Derick, noticing the scowl on his face “ We have our friend with us today.”Lily tu







