Dia’s love life

Later that afternoon, my phone buzzed on the bedside table, pulling me out of a light nap. I groaned, reaching for it. It was Dia.

“Triah! You missed so many lessons today,” Dia’s voice was a mix of excitement and mock despair. “Physics teacher dropped a bomb—there’s a huge project due next week. And guess what? You’re my partner. No escaping this one.”

I groaned again, this time louder. “Great. Just what I needed. More Physics.”

Dia laughed. “Oh, and by the way, did you use telepathy on me or something? Because I think I’ve caught the love bug too.”

I immediately sat up, intrigued despite myself. “What? Who’s the lucky guy?”

Dia’s tone turned dreamy. “I’m madly in love, just like you. But my crush isn’t some mysterious crosswalk boy. I know his entire biography, including his childhood. Want to hear it?”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Alright, spill. Who’s the guy who’s stolen your heart?”

Dia took a dramatic pause, as if preparing for a grand reveal. “Yesterday, our Physics teacher’s son joined our school. He’s doing his IGCSE-A level, and I saw him in the canteen with one of his classmates. They were showing him around. He’s… *perfect*.”

“Before you say anything; remember we listen we don’t judge, I know we’re doing GED but he’s doing IG.”

I raised an eyebrow, even though Dia couldn’t see me. “Wait, let me get this straight. You’re crushing on the Physics teacher’s son? The same teacher who just assigned us a project that’s probably going to ruin our lives?”

Dia sighed dreamily. “Yes. And he’s even cuter up close. He has this downward smiles, and his hair is this perfect shade of brown—”

I cut her off, laughing. “Dia, I didn’t know your tastes were this bad. Crushing on the teacher’s son? That’s like… cliché levels of predictable.”

Dia gasped, feigning offense. “Excuse me, Miss ‘I Fell for a Stranger at a Crosswalk.’ At least I know his name. What’s yours? Mr. Leather Jacket?”

I snorted. “Fair point. But still, the teacher’s son? Really?”

Dia huffed. “You’re just jealous because my crush is actually attainable. Yours is probably a figment of your imagination.”

I opened her mouth to retort, but a sharp cramp in my stomach cut me off. I winced. “Ugh, Dia, I’ll call you later. My stomach’s acting up again.”

Dia’s tone shifted to concern. “Still not feeling better? Take care of yourself, okay? And don’t forget about the project!”

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, hanging up.

As I lay back in bed, my mind wandered back to the boy at the crosswalk. Dia’s teasing had struck a nerve. Was he just a figment of my imagination? A fleeting moment she’d built up in her head?

But then I remembered the way he’d looked at her—those piercing eyes, the way time seemed to stop for just a second. No, he was real. And I was going to find him.

Meanwhile, Dia’s crush on the Physics teacher’s son added a new layer of chaos to our lives. I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Here we are, two best friends, caught in our own little whirlwinds of infatuation. One chasing a mystery, the other chasing a cliché.

But as I closed my eyes, I couldn’t shake the feeling that her story was just beginning. And somewhere out there, the boy at the crosswalk was waiting.

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