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Eloise’s fingers slipped from mine as she started to rise, her eyes darting nervously between Gabrielle and Lindsay. I could see the annoyance in her posture — that instinct to leave, to disappear before things got ugly.I think a part of her was worried about also slapping the shit out of Gabrielle and Lindsay.For a moment, I thought back to moments to times when I didn’t stand up for Eloise even when everything in me wanted to. Not this time. Before she could take another step, I reached out and caught her hand again.“She stays”Those words clearly shocked all three of them.“Ruby…..”Eloise was ready to say something about it would be better if she gave us some privacy but I was not going to hear it. “Sit,” I said quietly, but firmly. The sound of my voice cut through the empty classroom noise like glass cracking. Gabrielle’s smirk faltered, Lindsay’s eyes widened, and Eloise froze mid-motion, her soft brown eyes flicking to me in shock. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t even

It was funny how fast the school could turn into a stage when there was drama. The hallway still buzzed with leftover gossip from whatever just went down between Ruby, Gabrielle, and Eloise. People pretended to care about their books, their lockers, their next class — but I could tell everyone was waiting for the next spark to fly. Heldon always ran on fuel made of whispers and envy. I leaned against the marble pillar in the courtyard, watching Ruby storm off, her ponytail slicing through the air like she was cutting ties with every step. Gabrielle stood stiffly beside Lindsay, still fuming, her perfect nails trembling around her phone. The whole picture made me want to laugh. They were so predictable — all of them. Except her. Eloise Perkins. While everyone else was busy performing, she somehow managed to exist quietly. She didn’t seem built for this world of staged perfection, of trophies and gold-trimmed secrets. That’s probably why she intrigued me so much

The afternoon sun was lazy — the kind that made the courtyard shimmer gold and stretch time until everything felt slow. School had ended an hour ago, and most of the students were already gone. Their laughter and chatter faded into the distance as I sat on the stone steps outside the main hall, checking my phone for the tenth time. Tristan:Wait for me. I’ll pick you up today. Don’t walk home. No explanation. Just that. I sighed and tucked the phone back into my bag. It wasn’t unusual for him to be protective — overly protective, maybe — but lately it had gotten worse. Ever since the whole incident with Ruby and her beautiful power bike and the little argument that followed.It’s whatever.I just wanted to be home. I looked down the path that led to the parking lot. No sign of him yet. “Miss Perkins?.” I turned at the sound of my teacher’s voice — not my regular one, though. Mr. Julius Red, the new substitute for Ms. Belinda was standing there, hands in his pockets, his tie

By the time I got to the school gates, I could still hear Alex’s voice echoing in my head. “Eloise, talk to her. Don’t let her run away this time. She is your friend and she’s hurt because she fell for someone who didn’t feel the same. But still try to save the friendship if you can” He’d said it so simply, like it was just another piece of advice between coffee and sarcasm. But it had stuck. The idea of talking to Aisha—after everything—felt like peeling off a scab just to watch it bleed again. Still, he wasn’t wrong.I had given Aisha a few days to calm down but we needed to talk. That was supposed to be the beginning of healing, right? The morning sun glared off the school’s glass walls, too bright for how heavy my chest felt. Students milled around the courtyard, their chatter bubbling, sharp, full of that teenage electricity that made gossip travel faster than sound. I didn’t think much of it—until I noticed how many eyes seemed to follow me. It started small. A whisper

The first thing I noticed wasn’t her crying. It was the sound of it. Soft at first, like the wind was struggling to breathe. Then louder. Raw.By the time I opened the rooftop door, Eloise Perkins was sitting on the ground with her knees pulled to her chest, her face buried in her hands. Her whole body trembled. For a second, I didn’t move. There was something painfully human about seeing someone crumble like that.Almost like a mirror held up to all the times I’d done the same thing in private, when no one was supposed to see. I cleared my throat lightly. “Eloise?” Her head jerked up, eyes red and swollen. “Go away.” The words were sharp, but her voice broke halfway through them. I didn’t move. “I said go away!” she snapped again, hugging her knees tighter. I walked closer, careful, keeping a little distance. “I’m not here to lecture you. Just… breathe. You’re shaking.” She laughed bitterly, rubbing her arm across her face. “No kidding.” The wind tugged at her hair,