She whirled to face him, ready to lash out, but her words caught in her throat as he leaned in and kissed her. The world seemed to tilt, her breath stolen by the unexpected intensity. His lips were warm, urgent, and for a moment, she forgot everything—Jide, her anger, her confusion. The kiss wasn’t awkward or hesitant like her first with Jide. It felt natural, consuming, like a long-held secret finally revealed.
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Christine stepped forward, her voice trembling but determined. “Jide, stop. This isn’t what you think.”
“Isn’t it?” Jide’s voice carried an edge she hadn’t heard before. He gestured between her and Sean. “I come in here, and you two look like you’re… like there’s something going on.”
“There’s nothing going on,” Christine insisted, her voice rising in frustration. But even as she said it, the taste of Sean’s kiss lingered, a betrayal she couldn’t ignore.
Sean let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. “Nothing going on? Really? You felt nothing, Christine? That’s what you’re going to say?”
“Sean, stop!” Christine snapped, her voice sharp. She turned to Jide, her heart aching at the hurt in his eyes. “Jide, please. This isn’t fair. Sean just—he’s frustrated. He’s saying things out of emotion.”

CHRISEAN

The final day at St. Pius was supposed to be a flurry of farewells and fleeting goodbyes, but for Adeze, it was the last chance to put everything on the line. After the exchange she witnessed Jide And Christine having, she had left them behind, knowing that they'll be off to the date she painstakingly planned for Jide again she knew she could have Sean to her self at Chime's today. Her heart pounding with a mixture of dread and resolve. She needed to find Sean. 


She caught him near the school gym, surrounded by his usual crowd of volleyball teammates. His tall frame loomed over the others, his easy smile lighting up the group like he didn’t have a care in the world. For Adeze, he was perfection wrapped in a storm of frustration, longing, and unreciprocated feelings. 


“Sean,” she called, stepping forward. Her voice carried a hint of urgency that made him glance her way, his grin faltering slightly. 


“Adeze?” he asked, stepping away from the group. "What’s up?" 


CHILL GIRL