Ryan's POV
As we prepared for school, I offered Clarabell a ride, trying to sound nonchalant. "I could drop you off at school if you want."
She looked at me warily, but her casual "okay" sent a spark through me.
On the ride, memories of our kiss flooded my mind. Her lipstick's sweet taste lingered, and I craved another taste yet again. The journey felt longer than usual, allowing me to steal glances at her lips.
I silently prayed we'd get paired for the project, my eyes locking onto hers whenever possible. Though she caught my gaze a few times, her expression didn't betray her thoughts.
Her phone drew her attention, and her smiles infuriated me. Who was captivating her attention when she was with me? As we approached school, her mood lifted.
"Who was she so excited to meet?" I wonder
