Our gazes collided, and time seemed to freeze. I couldn't conceal the disappointment etched on my face. I longed for a miracle to rescue me from this dreaded partnership.
"Was I cursed or being stalked?" I wondered, lost in thought.
With reluctance, I gathered my belongings and approached him. I sat beside him, maintaining a deliberate distance and avoiding eye contact.
Memories of the previous night assaulted me: his husky voice, the possessive grip on my chin. I recoiled at the recollection.
"Stop remembering," I silently pleaded.
His kiss with Veronica flashed before me, and disgust welled up. I admired public displays of affection, but he was repulsive.
The classroom faded into the background as my mind wandered.
"Miss Clara," the teacher's voice pierced the air.
I snapped back
