Chapter Three – Crossed Paths
676 Words
The school hallway buzzed with noise as students moved between classes. Laughter echoed off the walls, lockers slammed shut, and footsteps hurried across the tiled floor. Stacy walked beside Lydia, clutching her books tightly.
“Try to ignore them,” Lydia whispered.
Stacy nodded.
Ahead, a group of girls leaned against the lockers. One of them, tall with perfectly straight hair, smirked as Stacy approached.
“Well, look who it is,” the girl said, her eyes scanning Stacy from head to toe. “The quiet one.”
Another laughed. “She always looks like she’s carrying the weight of the world.”
Stacy kept walking, staring straight ahead.
“Doesn’t she ever smile?” a third added, rolling her eyes.
Lydia stopped abruptly. “Maybe you should mind your own business,” she snapped, stepping in front of Stacy.
The girls rolled their eyes but let them pass.
“Thanks,” Stacy murmured once they were out of earshot.
Lydia squeezed her hand. “Anytime.”
They reached their classroom, but Stacy’s mind was elsewhere. Her pen hovered above her notebook, untouched. Every sound made her jump. Every glance toward the door stirred her nerves.
Then the door opened.
The room fell unusually quiet.
Andrew stepped in.
Whispers spread instantly. Students turned to look, some staring openly, others nudging their friends. Andrew walked in confidently, but the faint tension in his shoulders hinted at something beneath the surface.
Behind him, two of his friends followed, laughing softly. They looked like the kind of guys who could get away with anything—funny, charming, and a little intimidating. They waved casually at a few classmates before taking their seats.
Stacy felt her breath catch. She did not turn to look at him. She could not.
Class dragged on, and Stacy tried to focus, though every movement made her heart skip. When the bell rang, students rushed out, and Stacy packed her bag slowly, hoping to leave unnoticed.
“Stacy.”
Her name stopped her cold.
She turned. Andrew was a few steps away, his expression unreadable.
“Hi,” he said softly.
“Hi,” she replied, barely above a whisper.
They stood in silence.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Andrew finally said.
“I didn’t expect to see you at all,” Stacy admitted.
Before he could respond, a familiar voice cut through the hallway.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Stacy.”
Stacy’s stomach dropped. The leader of the girls from earlier, Monica, stepped forward with her usual smirk. Her friends followed, laughing quietly.
Andrew’s friends shifted slightly behind him, protective.
Monica leaned closer, lowering her voice to a teasing tone. “You think you can just walk around here, acting like nothing happened?”
Stacy’s hands trembled slightly, but she straightened her back.
“I’m just going to class, Monica,” she said firmly.
Monica’s smirk faltered for a moment, then she tilted her head, a sly smile forming. “Oh, come on. Don’t be so serious. I wasn’t talking to you,” she said, eyes flicking to Andrew. “I was just saying hello to someone I haven’t seen in a while.”
Andrew raised an eyebrow, calm but uninterested. “I’m listening.”
Monica twirled a strand of her hair and stepped closer. “You’ve changed, Andrew. You look… really good. Thought maybe you’d like some company.”
Caleb and Jordan chuckled quietly beside him.
Andrew leaned back slightly, hands in his pockets. “Thanks, but I think I can manage.”
Her playful smile wavered. “I’ve always liked a challenge, you know.”
Andrew’s lips curved into a faint smile. “I like honesty more.”
Monica blinked, caught off guard. She stepped back, realizing he wasn’t interested. Caleb and Jordan stifled quiet laughs.
Andrew turned and walked away toward his classroom, stealing a glance toward the hall where Stacy had disappeared.
Stacy kept walking toward the exit, her pace quickened.
Monica lingered for a moment, then followed her own path down the hall.
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