They Are Meant To Be Together

Chapter Two: A Heart Unspoken

Clara’s POV

Sitting beside Jeffrey felt like a dream. I didn’t know why, but something warm stirred inside me. The way he looked—so quiet and serious, yet undeniably handsome. Gosh. His hair, his eyes… even when he wasn’t smiling, he still looked like the kind of guy every girl would fall for.

I glanced at him, pretending to read, but I was really just watching him. Before I knew it, I was smiling.

"Clara, what’s wrong with you?" I whispered in my mind, lightly tapping my cheek.

"Are you blushing now?" I added, silently.

Suddenly, he turned to me. "Are you okay?"

I smiled nervously. "I’m okay."

He gave a small nod and went back to reading.

I took a quiet breath. Calm down, Clara. You’ve got this.

Just then, the teacher announced, “Give your notes to the class captain.”

I looked around and saw students walking toward… him.

Wait… he’s the class captain? I blinked. Oh no… how did I not know that?

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Later during break, I looked for him. He wasn’t in the cafeteria. I checked the halls. Nothing. I don’t even know why I was searching… but my heart felt strange.

Why am I even looking for him? I asked myself. Why does my heart feel like this?

Eventually, I went to the half-roofed area behind the school. And there he was—headphones on, listening to music. Beside him was a small girl, laughing and holding onto his arm.

I froze.

So… he has a girlfriend? I thought, trying not to feel disappointed.

But then I heard her say, “Brother, see you! Bye-bye!”

Oh! She’s his sister? I gasped in my mind. She looks just like him—beautiful and gentle. I smiled, wondering what their mother must look like.

As the little girl walked away, I followed at a distance. Suddenly, two older girls cornered her. I watched, shocked, as they pushed her.

Without thinking, I ran to her.

"Hey! What’s your problem?" I shouted, rushing over to help her up.

One of the girls laughed. "Who’s this new girl?"

"I’m someone who’s going to make you eat dust if you touch her again," I snapped, stepping forward.

They exchanged glances but scoffed.

I didn’t hesitate—I shoved one of them, and she stumbled to the ground. "Next time, try me," I warned.

They backed off and ran away quickly.

I turned to the little girl, offering my hand. "Are you okay?"

She nodded. "Thank you so much." Her voice was soft—sweet, just like her brother’s.

"I’m Clara," I said with a smile.

"Jessica," she replied. "Are you a senior student?"

I nodded. "Yes, SS2B."

Her eyes lit up. "That means you're in my brother’s class! Jeff Smith is my brother!"

Jeff Smith? I repeated inwardly. So the quiet, serious guy is her brother.

I smiled. "So your brother is the quiet one? The serious guy?"

She giggled. "But he’s cute, right?"

We both burst into laughter.

In that moment, I knew—I’d just made my first real friend in this school.

Jessica and I played together until break ended. Before we parted ways, she gave me her number.

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After school, I stepped outside. Students rushed into cars, chatting and laughing. I glanced around and spotted Jeffrey talking to another boy. Then he waved and walked toward a sleek black power bike.

A power bike? I blinked. He rides that? He doesn’t even look the type. I was surprised—but impressed.

From a distance, Jessica waved. "Bye, Clara!"

She walked off with her classmate.

As for me, I made my way to the back gate, where a black car waited. I slipped inside quietly.

You might be wondering how I already have a car. I smiled to myself. Well… I’m from a rich family.

My name is Clara Lin. My dad is a business tycoon. Sadly, my mom died when I was born.

When I got home—a big mansion where it’s just me and Dad—I saw him in his study.

“Daddy, I’m back,” I called gently.

He looked up and smiled, pulling me into a hug. “How was school today?”

“Sweet and beautiful,” I replied with a wide grin.

He chuckled and told me to go freshen up.

I nodded and left, heading to meet Madam Glory—the woman who raised me and, honestly, feels more like a mother than a maid. She hugged me warmly.

“You’re back, sweetie.”

“Yes, Auntie,” I replied. That’s what I’ve always called her—Auntie.

After a warm bath and a change of clothes, I picked up my phone. A message popped up. It was from Jessica.

> Clara, can we hang out this evening?

I smiled.

Sure, Jess. I’d love that.

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To be continued…