Sometimes, the smallest things leave the biggest marks. A smile, a note, a fleeting glance — they linger in our thoughts long after the moment passes.
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In this chapter, Siena's curiosity meets mystery, and the boy who appeared like, a shadow yesterday starts weaving himself into her world. ♥️😏
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I walked in, clutching my bag a little tighter than usual. That word — April — kept replaying in my head all night. Not because it was strange, but because it felt personal. Like he knew something about me that I didn't even tell Riya.
It's weird, right? One word shouldn't mess with your sleep. But it did. Every time I closed my eyes, I could almost see the sunlight from yesterday… and that smile and It was my birth month… but why would he write it? And why disappear like that?
"Morning, sleeping Princess girl."
Trent leaned against the classroom door, grinning like always.
"Morning, chaos magnet," I replied.
"Ouch," he said dramatically, holding his heart. "You wound me."
"Good," Riya said, appearing beside me. "Maybe it'll shut you up for one period."
Emily snorted, nearly spilling her bubble tea. "Keep dreaming."
The classroom was already half full. Sunlight pooled on the desks, and for a moment everything looked exactly the same as yesterday — except for one thing.
The last bench was empty again.
No bag. No books. No boy.
I walked slowly to my seat, trying not to stare. But Mirai noticed anyway. "Still thinking about him?" she whispered.
"No," I lied. "Just… wondering where he sits now."
"He probably changed sections," Stella said, opening her notebook. "New students do that sometimes."
Rhea leaned in. "Or maybe he's avoiding someone."
"Riya," I groaned, "not everything is about your drama theories."
She shrugged. "Hey, a girl can observe."
Before I could reply, someone called from the doorway. "Hey, is this Class 2-B?"
We all turned.
It was him.
The new boy stood there — calm as ever, his uniform crisp, his hair catching the sunlight like it had been waiting for him.
Every voice in the room seemed to fade for a heartbeat.
"Yes," Stella said first. "You're back?"
He smiled faintly. "Yeah. Got transferred back this morning."
I blinked. "Back? From where? It's only been a day."
He hesitated, then said softly, "Had to fix something. Nothing big."
But his tone… it wasn't casual. It was careful. Like he was choosing each word.
Trent, of course, ruined the moment. "Bro, you disappear like Houdini and come back all mysterious. You trying to outshine Siena's birthday or something?"
Everyone laughed — even me. But inside, something didn't fit.
Because when his eyes met mine, it felt like he knew something I didn't. Something about yesterday. About April.
Later, during lunch, Mirai pointed at my notebook. "Hey, didn't you leave that on your desk yesterday?"
I froze. "Yeah. Why?"
She lifted it. "Because there's a note inside."
I took it, my heart hammering. Between the pages, there was a small slip of paper — folded once, neat handwriting again.
"You shouldn't have stayed after the bell."
I looked up sharply, scanning the room. The boy was sitting by the window, sunlight on his face, unreadable.
cafeteria fries. Emily was laughing. Everything was normal — except for the quiet thudding in my chest.
Because when his eyes met mine, it felt like he knew something I didn't. Something about yesterday. About April.
Later, during lunch, Mirai pointed at my notebook. "Hey, didn't you leave that on your desk yesterday?"
I froze. "Yeah. Why?"
She lifted it. "Because there's a note inside."
I took it, my heart hammering. Between the pages, there was a small slip of paper — folded once, neat handwriting again.
"You shouldn't have stayed after the bell."
I looked up sharply, scanning the room. The boy was sitting by the window, sunlight on his face, unreadable.
Trent was telling some loud story about cafeteria fries. Emily was laughing. Everything was normal — except for the quiet thudding in my chest.
He glanced at me once — just once — and smiled.
That same faint, knowing smile.
And for the first time, I wondered if maybe April wasn't smiling at me anymore… maybe it was warning me.