When Feelings Can’t Be Denied

Lisa kept telling herself that Baskhar was a good choice.

He was kind.

He was always there for her.

And most importantly—he liked her.

Unlike Felix.

Felix, who had never once shown her an ounce of warmth.

Felix, who acted like she didn't matter, yet somehow had the power to hurt her more than anyone else.

Lisa clenched her fists.

"I'm done with Felix," she whispered to herself.

But even as she said it, her heart called her a liar.

Felix was not the type to get jealous.

Or at least, that's what he kept telling himself.

But seeing Lisa with Baskhar?

It pissed him off.

And he hated that.

Why did it bother him?

Lisa was nothing more than an annoying girl who asked too many questions.

At least, that's what he used to think.

But now…

Now, he felt restless whenever she wasn't around.

And when she was, he found himself staring longer than he should.

This wasn't good.

Not at all.

Lisa was heading home after school when she noticed a familiar figure leaning against a sleek black car parked near the gate.

Felix.

She hesitated for a moment.

Why was he here? He never picked her up from school.

She straightened her posture and continued walking, pretending not to notice him. But as she passed by, Felix suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"What do you want?" Lisa snapped, trying to pull away.

Felix's grip was firm but not painful. His dark eyes were unreadable, but there was something intense in them—something she couldn't quite place.

"Stay away from Baskhar," he said, his voice low and controlled.

Lisa froze.

"What?" she scoffed, yanking her arm back. "Why do you care?"

Felix didn't answer immediately. His expression remained cold, but his fingers curled slightly, as if he was holding back something.

"Just don't get involved with him," he finally said.

Lisa let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, now you care about who I talk to? Since when?"

Felix's jaw clenched. "It's none of your business."

Lisa took a step closer, frustration bubbling in her chest.

"No, Felix. It is my business. You act like I don't exist, like I'm just some annoying girl in your way. And now you're telling me who I can and can't see? Why? Give me one good reason!"

Felix didn't speak.

For a moment, Lisa thought she saw something flicker in his eyes—something raw.

But just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.

He let out a slow breath, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Forget it," he muttered. "Do whatever you want."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving Lisa standing there, heart pounding and more confused than ever.