The classroom emptied slowly after the final bell. Most students had already spilled into the hallways, chatting, laughing, or rushing off to the buses and taxis waiting outside. Blue stayed behind, sitting at her desk, pretending to organize her notebook. Her fingers traced the edges of the pages, careful to seem absorbed in mundane tasks.
She could hear Roger moving quietly at the back of the room, his backpack slung casually over one shoulder. He hadn't called her over; they didn't need to. Even when the hall was mostly empty, the unspoken rules between them remained intact: no public displays, no whispers, no recognition beyond the bare minimum.
Yet today, something made the moment feel different.
The door clicked softly, and Blue's pulse quickened.
"Hey," Roger whispered from across the room, careful not to raise his voice.
She looked up just slightly, enough to meet his eyes without drawing attention. He gave a small nod.
Blue returned it with the faintest smile, pretending to adjust her bag strap, as though nothing unusual had happened.
They had rehearsed this—staying calm, casual, like strangers who happened to share the same air. But rehearsed or not, there was a thrill in being so close without anyone noticing.
Then came the sound that made her stomach twist—a footstep.
A teacher? No… it was someone else. A student lingered behind, coming back for a forgotten notebook. They hadn't been expected. The hallway was mostly empty, but not entirely.
Blue froze for a heartbeat, keeping her head down. Roger's eyes met hers briefly, and he pressed a finger to his lips, silent but urgent.
The student hesitated near the door, glancing around casually, not noticing them at first. Blue felt her heart hammer, but she reminded herself to breathe, to stay calm. Her instincts—her carefulness from weeks of practice—took over.
Slowly, deliberately, she stood, walked past her desk, and adjusted the chair to seem natural, as though she had been doing nothing but preparing to leave. Roger mirrored her movements, casual, unbothered, yet ready to follow her lead.
The other student finally moved toward the locker, oblivious to the tension unfolding a few feet away. Blue exhaled silently. The danger had passed, the moment averted, yet her heart still raced with the excitement of near exposure.
When the hallway finally cleared again, Blue let herself relax just slightly. She and Roger exchanged a look—not of fear, but of private amusement.
"Close," she whispered softly.
"Too close," he replied, the corner of his mouth lifting into a quiet grin.
Blue smiled faintly. "We'll have to be even more careful next time."
Roger nodded, then stepped back, melting into the shadows near the door as though he had never been there. Blue sat again, closing her notebook slowly, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline fade into a warm, steady satisfaction. They had survived the test—not a test of their relationship, but of their restraint, their cleverness, their ability to protect their secret.
She thought about the art section girls and all the whispers that would eventually surround them. Even now, Blue knew they would speculate endlessly, trying to piece together a puzzle that didn't exist in public. They wouldn't be able to guess. Not now, not ever.
And she liked it that way.
Because this secrecy wasn't about hiding shame—it was about choice, control, and trust. A quiet, private victory.
Blue exhaled again, letting the calm wash over her. She was learning something new every day: that boundaries could be thrilling, that caution could feel like strength, and that the tension of almost being discovered didn't scare her anymore—it reminded her how much she had grown.
She gathered her things, stepped into the hall, and walked with the same measured calm she had practiced all week, leaving the near-miss behind.
The secret remained safe.
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The first bell hadn't rung yet, and the classroom was still buzzing softly with early chatter. Sunlight streamed through the windows, warming the desks and spilling across the floor in golden patches. Blue leaned back slightly in her chair, her bag resting against her legs, while Elise and Asha flanked her on either side.
"You're seriously going to try doing your homework in class again today?" Asha teased, nudging Blue lightly.
Blue rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Maybe. Depends on how boring Mr. Dan decides to be."
Elise laughed, tossing a pencil up and catching it. "Honestly, I don't think anything can make Mr. Dan boring. He's like… the human version of a pop quiz."
Blue snorted quietly. "Perfect analogy. I might even start bringing snacks—just in case survival mode kicks in."
The three of them dissolved into laughter, the sound low and easy, bouncing off the walls. For a moment, it felt like the world outside didn't exist—the heat, the whispers of classmates, the pressure of tests. Only their quiet friendship mattered.
Asha leaned in, her elbows resting on the desk. "So… did you see what happened in the art section yesterday? Rumors everywhere. I don't even know what's true, honestly."
Blue tilted her head, pretending not to care too much, though a small smirk betrayed her. "Rumors are like dust—they get everywhere but never settle. I usually ignore them."
Elise's grin widened. "Yeah, but they're fun to hear. It's like everyone's in a game, guessing and whispering, trying to piece things together. Like a mystery novel that never ends."
Blue laughed quietly. "I prefer mystery novels where no one dies and the characters stay calm."
Asha nudged her shoulder. "You, calm? That's a first."
Blue glanced at them, letting her eyes soften. "I said prefer, not that it happens."
They laughed again, their voices mingling with the morning light, carrying the easy rhythm of friendship. Blue felt herself relax in a way she hadn't before—safe, grounded, and aware that she didn't need to hide everything, at least not from these two.
A few more students filed in, and the laughter faded into the normal buzz of a classroom readying itself for the day. But for Blue, the warmth lingered—the comfort of shared jokes, easy smiles, and the certainty that some things didn't need secrecy, some connections didn't need careful calculation.