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ROWANI glanced at Clara's seat and the entire class, then at my wristwatch. With each glance at the door and back at my watch, I was starting to consider that Clara wasn't going to be in school that day. What was wrong? Taking a firm decision to visit her after school, I tried to focus on the lecturer, but found it increasingly difficult. Not only because of Clara's absence, but also because of the fact that the soccer practice I was supposed to have later in the day was so important to me. With every statement that the lecturer made, I seemed to stare continuously at the wristwatch clamped on my wrist. I had soccer practice by the end of the class, and the more I stayed seated, the more I had to pretend that I was even listening to what the lecturer was saying. “Hey, Rowan. Are you ready for the match after school?”It was Charlie, one of my friends on the soccer team as well. Charlie was a better player than I was, and he wanted to flaunt it at every opportunity. So far, I was

CLARA“Good morning Clara.”After our initial quarrel and the period of time we hadn't spoken to each other, I had to admit that it was really good to hear Rowan's voice again. Calling me in the morning had been one of the things I had missed from him. “Rowan. Good morning.” I stared at the mirror, acknowledging that my hair would need severe brushing once again if I was going to make it to school.I tried my best to put on a nightcap to keep it in shape, but even a nightcap couldn't control the will of my stubborn hair. It had found its way out of the cap in the night as usual, and had spilled all over my pillow and my bed. At the moment, trying to put it in place was going to eat some valuable minutes of my time. “How are you?”“Trying to comb my hair. It's become a daily struggle for me at this stage. The more I try to make it look good, the more it seems out to make sure it frustrates me. It's annoying.” I patted my hair before adding. “How are you, Rowan?”“Oh, good. Ready to

ELENAFrom where I sat in the Uber, I could recognize the slim frame of Caleb. He was walking back to his home, his backpack slung over his shoulder. From his movement, I knew instantly that something was wrong with him. And without thinking twice, I asked the driver to stop. “I'm okay here, thank you.”The driver raised an eyebrow, probably wondering why I would stop by the side of the road when I had told him that I would be going deeper into the neighborhood. “You said you'd be going into the neighborhood. I'd like to be paid for our initial agreement please.”“I wasn't complaining. And yes, I was going to honour our agreement. I didn't say I was going to pay you anything less, did I?” Shaking my head in anger, I paid, then got out of the car slowly. I moved towards Caleb, calling him. “Caleb.”He turned, and from the surprised look on his face, I knew that he didn't expect me to be there. “Elena? What are you doing here?”The neighborhood before Caleb’s wasn't the best to be

CALEB The way she talked to me. I would never expect that. How dare she? I sat in the comfort of our living room while thinking. I wish I gave a fuck. The truth was, I didn't. Standing up on my feet, I caught up with the couch she got up from a while ago and relaxed on it. Every time, a part of me believed I didn't care about Clara—but now that I was seated on the same couch she got up from a while ago—I could inhale her and it told me something—I still loved her. When will all these stop? How would I explain to her that I loved her but could not show it because she was with a guy who happened to be my enemy? What if all of these were mistakes? I wondered for a moment and looked around. What if this was a misunderstanding? But in what way exactly? “What if it isn't?” A sigh escaped my mouth. I had gotten tired already. Of everything, especially the back and forth. “Damn.” The mood or urge to see something on the television screen was gone from me. I relaxed

CLARAThe day of the competition had almost come. One thing I wanted to do was make Rowan happy. Myself, also—but it was high time I paid him back for all the good things he had done for me. Especially saving my life many months ago when Elena thought she could take it. “Good morning, Class.” I had become more confident about myself. Before now, I couldn't walk into the class and greet the students—but now I could. What was the secret to all these things? What else if not the fact that I have become confident after making up my mind to be? Writing the manuscript every time I could and making sure to eat healthy. I always have, after all. Then there was Rowan. The thought of him alone made me smile. “Good morning, Clara.” The class woke me up from my thoughts and I snapped out. Leading my way to my seat in that instant. I settled on it and then resumed my thoughts. Rowan had helped me more than these other things did. If he didn't, who would? The way he talked to me—made me f