Xyra
I was still trying to catch my breath. I felt the tension between Astor and me. It crackled like static on an old radio. We were huddled outside the drama room.
My heart hammered against my ribs as Astor leaned in. The world narrowed to just us. This wasn't Juliet's balcony, yet it felt like the most romantic stage on Earth.
Just as our lips were about to brush, a voice, sharp and unexpected, pierced the bubble we'd created. "Astor?!"
My head snapped up, the spell broken. Clara stood frozen near the bike rack, her eyes wide with surprise. The air felt thin and awkward.
A flush crept up Astor's neck, but he recovered quickly. "Hey, Clara! Didn't see you there."
"Yeah, well," she said, her voice a strained laugh, "just wanted to let you know…uh…practice starts soon. I’ll be in the
