Quarreling. Again

Inside the dorm room, Chris's heart raced, echoing the remnants of the adrenaline that had surged through him. The whirlwind of emotions within him was overwhelming—anger, triumph, and a lingering discomfort from having kissed someone he despised. His chest heaved as he leaned against the wall, the aftermath of the confrontation settling upon him.

The unexpected kiss played on a loop in his mind. He felt a jumble of emotions—anger at Ashley's provocations, triumph over turning the tables on him, and a gnawing unease from having crossed a line he hadn't intended to cross. He had hoped that the rumours about them would spread like wildfire, effectively taking the focus off his connection with Sky, but he was beginning to realize that this impulsive act had consequences he hadn't fully grasped.

**Earlier...**