chapter 1 : You Like Her, Don't You?

The classroom buzzed with chatter as students filed in, greeting each other with laughter and excitement as the first bell of the day rang. At the back of the room, a boy, around 17 or 18 years old, leaned casually against his desk, chatting with his friends. His name was Max, and his relaxed demeanor made him a natural center of attention.

"So, you actually think Mrs. Henderson is going to give us a pop quiz today?" one of his friends, Jake, asked with a grin, already dreading the idea.

Max chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair. "I wouldn't put it past her. But I'm pretty sure I can ace anything she throws our way. Unlike you, of course," he teased, nudging Jake with his elbow.

"Hey, I don't need your smart-aleck comments," Jake shot back with a smirk. "At least I didn’t forget to study last night."

Max grinned, unfazed. "I’m just naturally brilliant," he said, leaning back in his chair, his tone playful.

He glanced around the room, his eyes falling on Lena, who sat at her desk near the front. She was laughing softly, her voice warm and welcoming as she spoke to a few of the students around her. Her smile was like a beam of sunlight, effortlessly drawing people in. It didn’t matter who you were—Lena had a way of making everyone feel like they mattered.

"What's up with Lena, anyway?" Jake asked, following Max’s gaze.

Max shrugged, though his eyes lingered on Lena, who was busy chatting with a couple of people. She was always so friendly, so approachable, but Max couldn’t shake the feeling there was more to her than she let on. She was the kind of person who seemed like she never had a bad day, always smiling, always ready to help anyone who needed it. But Max had caught glimpses of something deeper—moments when she seemed lost in her own world, staring off into space with a far-off look in her eyes, as if something was weighing on her mind.

"She’s just... nice," Max said, trying to sound casual. "You know, always helping out. Talking to everyone."

Jake raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, but there’s always that one person who’s a little too nice, right? You think she’s hiding something?"

Max shook his head, his thoughts momentarily clouded by the question. "I don’t know. I mean, she's friendly with everyone, like... too friendly, you know? It’s like she’s got no secrets."

Jake snorted. "Ha! That’s funny. It’s like you want her to have a secret." He leaned back in his chair, grinning at Max. "You like her, don’t you?"

Max blinked, caught off guard, and his face flushed slightly. He quickly turned away, trying to play it cool. "What? No! I just—I don’t know. She’s... just different."

Jake smirked. "Uh-huh, 'different.' Dude, you’ve got it bad."

Max groaned, rubbing his forehead in frustration. "I don’t have a crush on her, okay? Can we just drop it?"

Ryan, who had been quietly listening, glanced up from his phone with a smirk. "Max, man, you’re blushing. If that’s not a crush, then I don’t know what is."

Jake laughed. "Don’t worry, Max. We all see it."

Max sighed, trying to steer the conversation away from Lena, but his mind kept drifting back to her. She was always the center of attention, but in a quiet way. People adored her, and it wasn’t hard to see why. Her kindness seemed effortless, but sometimes, just sometimes, Max wondered if it was too effortless. Was there something she was hiding beneath that bright smile?

He glanced at her again, catching her glance for just a moment. She smiled back at him, and for a brief second, he felt something he couldn't quite put into words—something soft, but also full of possibility.

"Alright, let’s get to class," Max said, standing up quickly to distract himself from his thoughts.

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