05
The next morning
Warren had checked his phone five times before brushing his teeth.
Still no notification.
No "Zayan Lee accepted your request."
No message. No nothing.
Just silence. Digital rejection.
He groaned into his pillow dramatically.
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
Why I feel like I'm a stalker?? ಥ‿ಥ
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
Just knowing him won't do anything
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
it's not like I'm gonna fall for him
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
He is my classmate and yeah it common to follow your classmate
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
Right ???
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
*talking to himself*
he pulled himself together — barely — and headed to class with a determination not to be weird. Totally normal. Chill. Human. Not a mess.
The classroom was already filling when he arrived. luci waved him over with a banana milk in hand.
Lucian Ryker ( D.O)
You look like you didn’t sleep.
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
i didn’t, *Warren replied, collapsing into the chair.*
And then… he heard the voice behind him.
Low. Quiet. Familiar.
Zayan evander ( enigma )
You always sit here?
Warren turned.
Zayan.
Same hoodie from yesterday, hair slightly tousled, eyes unreadable — but there was the faintest glint in them. The kind that said he knew.
Warren blinked, caught off guard.
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
Uhhh...yeah i guess
Zayan nodded once, then pulled out the chair behind him — again. Sat. Again. Like they were in sync or something.
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
(cool
That’s it? That’s all? Cool?!)
Warren turned back to face the board, heart racing.
A second later, he whispered to luci
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
He talked to me
Lucian Ryker ( D.O)
Yeah I only two words
While Mikko was sitting silently minding his own business
Lucian Ryker ( D.O)
By a chance do you like him ?
*he shout, the whole class looked at him weirdly*
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
*awkward laugh*
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
You idiot what nonsense are you saying
Lucian Ryker ( D.O)
I just tell . Why are you overreacting
The professor entered, and introductions turned into syllabus talk, but Warren could barely focus. He could feel Zayan behind him again — this time more aware. Like every time Zayan moved, every shift of paper or breath, it echoed.
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