Diara sat at the third desk, her eyes wandering around the room. Her classmates were engrossed in their conversations, laughter bubbling up occasionally. With no teacher in sight, the math class felt endless. She tapped her pen against her notebook, feeling the weight of boredom settle in.
"Hey babe," Diara greeted, relief washing over her with his arrival. Their fingers intertwined, the world around them faded into the background. It was just the two of them, a moment of romance in the midst of chaos.
"Who is she?" Diara's voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried the weight of suspicion. Keven shifted uncomfortably, avoiding her gaze.
"Babe, calm down, we're in a classroom," he replied, his tone soothing yet evasive.
"I don't care, who is she?" Diara pressed, her patience wearing thin.
"Let's talk about this after school," Keven suggested, desperation edging his voice.
"Why not now?" Diara demanded, the hurt evident in her eyes.
"Babe, really?" Keven called after her, his steps quickening to catch up.
"No, I'm sorry, I don't want to hear it," Diara replied, her voice firm.
"She's not my girlfriend, I promise," Keven insisted, his sincerity clear.
"I love you, Diara. I'm sorry. I promise it won't happen again," Keven whispered, his words a balm to her wounded heart.
"I love you too. Just keep your promises," Diara responded, her voice softening as she melted into his embrace.
