Losing you once is enough

Ep5

EPISODE 5.

As Diana scrolled through i********: after her call with Sia, a profile caught her eye - Johnson's.

His drawings exploded with vibrant colors and textures, each stroke a testament to his unique skill.

The artwork seemed to pulse with life, drawing her in with its raw energy. She dove into his followers list, discovering familiar names like Joseph, Scott, Jay, and Dave.

But one notable absence stood out - Michael's profile was nowhere to be found. It seemed odd; a model usually glued to social media, yet invisible online.

After following the boys and spending twenty minutes exploring their profiles, Diana logged out, the glow of her screen fading as she reached for her books.

The familiar weight of them was a welcome shift, signaling it was time to dive into her assignment. Her mom's words echoed in her mind.

"First love never dies." The question still lingered - does it truly exist? Diana couldn't help but wonder if the quote would one day prove true, her thoughts drifting.

The next day in school, Diana stepped out of the cab, the school gate looming before her. As she walked towards it, she overheard a group of students talking about a new girl in school who was allegedly trying to seduce Michael. Her curiosity piqued, she wondered who this mystery girl could be. As she scanned the campus, her eyes landed on Sia, hunched over her phone in a corner, her fingers flying across the screen with furious intensity.

Diana quickened her pace, tapping Sia's shoulder to announce her presence. But Sia's expression was tense, her brow furrowed in worry.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Diana asked, noticing Sia's distress.

Sia let out a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand unspoken words.

"Diana, Zoya just posted something on the school blog," Sia said, her voice laced with concern.

"She claims a new girl is trying to steal her boyfriend. And given what you told me yesterday about running into Michael before she showed up... I think she might be talking about you."

Diana met Sia's gaze, her eyes locking onto hers as she tried to reassure her.

"Sia, I'm not the only new student here. There are others who joined this year too, so it's unlikely I'm the one she's referring to," Diana said, her voice calm and soothing, hoping to ease Sia's worries.

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Benita stood outside the girls' bathroom, witnessing Michael and Zoya's heated exchange.

Michael's voice was low and menacing, his eyes blazing with fury as he towered over Zoya, his imposing figure casting a shadow over her.

"How could you post something so stupid, Zoya? Delete it, now," he growled, his grip on her hand tightening.

Zoya's eyes flashed with anger, but she seemed to shrink under Michael's intense glare, her defiance wavering.

"You know it's true, Micky," she demanded, her voice laced with desperation, her words tumbling out in a rush.

"So tell me, who was that girl with you yesterday?"

Michael's expression turned darker, his eyes narrowing into slits.

''Who I'm with is none of your business, Zoya,"he warned, his voice dripping with threat, each word hanging in the air.

"Delete the post before things get out of hand.""

With a final glare, he released her hand and stormed off, leaving Zoya standing alone, her foot tapping furiously on the floor, the sound echoing through the hallway.

As Zoya's friends, Lori, Andy, and Benita approached her, concern etched on their faces.

""Zoya, are you okay? Did Michael hurt you?"" Benita asked, her eyes scanning Zoya for any signs of distress, her voice soft with concern.

Zoya's gaze drifted to them, her expression unreadable, a mask hiding her true emotions.

"I'm fine, guys. Just a boyfriend-girlfriend spat," she said dismissively, her tone firm but laced with unease.

It'll blow over soon. I have something to attend to, so I'll catch up with you later."

As Zoya walked away, Lori, Andy, and Benita exchanged knowing glances, their eyes speaking volumes.

"Another fight, another day," Andy said with a shrug, her voice laced with resignation. Lori snorted, her skepticism plain.

"I'm starting to think they're not even really dating. Michael seems to have no control over Zoya's claims about their relationship.""

Benita rolled her eyes, her expression a mixture of frustration and amusement.

"Let's not fuel the gossip mill, girls. We have class to attend. Let them sort out their issues themselves." As they headed to class.

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The group of friends lounged on the sofa, surrounded by the dimly lit room and the lazy curl of cigarette smoke. They burst out laughing as Michael glared at them, trying to maintain a calm demeanor, but his eyes betrayed his irritation.

"Bro, you need to set Zoya straight. She's not your girlfriend, after all," Dave said, his voice laced with a mixture of teasing and seriousness.

"Yeah, she's just someone you played with," Scott chimed in, his eyes sparkling with mirth. Michael took a drag of his cigarette, feeling the nicotine coursing through his veins.

"If I knew this would blow up in my face, I wouldn't have gotten involved with her. She's been a pain for three months now," he admitted, exhaling slowly. Jason chuckled.

"You expect Zoya to leave you alone after tasting your c**k? She's got it bad for you, bro." Dave grinned.

"Who wouldn't want to be with the hottest guy in school, the heir to the empire?" The others nodded in agreement, and Michael couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, despite the annoyance.

As the conversation shifted to a new bet, Michael's interest piqued.

"Let's have some fun with the new girls," he suggested, trying to sound nonchalant.

Joseph's eyes lit up.

"I have a girl in mind. We should bet on her."

The others leaned in, intrigued.

"Our last bet on Zoya was two million. This new girl is a gem, a fragile little princess," Joseph said, a sly grin spreading across his face. Scott snapped his fingers.

"The girl we met yesterday? Diana, right? She's adorable." Something about the mention of Diana's name caught Michael off guard. He felt a strange sensation, a pang of... he didn't know what.

He pushed the feeling aside, attributing it to mere curiosity.

"So, what's the bet?" Michael asked, trying to sound uninterested.