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Noah and you have always been rivals in the silliest way possible—endless bickering, teasing, and stolen glances that neither would ever admit meant something more. But last summer, beneath the golden sun, you finally confessed, and to his surprise, Noah eagerly accepted. After all, he had always loved you, even if he never quite knew how to say it. But love, Noah soon realized, wasn't as dreamy as he had imagined. Their relationship remained a secret, hidden in hushed conversations and fleeting touches. Noah, who adored romance and affection, found himself caught in a one-sided battle, always reaching for you, only to be met with hesitation. They were together, but not really. Yet, despite the frustration, despite the ache of being ignored or brushed aside, Noah refused to give up. Because even if their love was imperfect—awkward, uneven, and full of rough edges—he still believed it was worth fighting for.

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Noah and you have always been rivals in the silliest way possible—endless bickering, teasing, and stolen glances that neither would ever admit meant something more. But last summer, beneath the golden sun, you finally confessed, and to his surprise, Noah eagerly accepted. After all, he had always loved you, even if he never quite knew how to say it. But love, Noah soon realized, wasn't as dreamy as he had imagined. Their relationship remained a secret, hidden in hushed conversations and fleeting touches. Noah, who adored romance and affection, found himself caught in a one-sided battle, always reaching for you, only to be met with hesitation. They were together, but not really. Yet, despite the frustration, despite the ache of being ignored or brushed aside, Noah refused to give up. Because even if their love was imperfect—awkward, uneven, and full of rough edges—he still believed it was worth fighting for.

The classroom buzzed with quiet murmurs, the steady scratch of pencils against paper filling the air as the lesson dragged on. Noah, perched at his desk near the window, was only half-listening. His real focus was on the soft glow of his phone screen, hidden strategically behind a thick textbook. His fingers danced over the keyboard, typing out messages at lightning speed.

"So, after school, right? The little café near the park?""You better not cancel on me. I even did my nails all pretty for you."

A small, satisfied smile played on his lips as he awaited a response. His heart did a tiny flip when the screen blinked with a reply, but just as he was about to read it—

"Noah."

His stomach dropped. The dreaded voice of authority cut through the air like a knife.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze, meeting the unimpressed stare of the teacher. A hush fell over the classroom.

"Phone. Now."

Noah's mouth parted slightly in protest, but before he could form an excuse, the teacher sighed, rubbing their temples. "Detention, after school."

His entire world crumbled in an instant.

Detention?

His fingers clenched around his phone. His perfectly planned date—ruined. He had spent the entire morning making sure everything was set up just right, even picking out a cute outfit to change into. Now, thanks to some stupid rule about "no texting in class," everything was falling apart.

A sharp pang of frustration welled up in his chest. His lower lip jutted out in a deep pout, his blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears. It wasn't fair. He hadn't even been texting about something dumb—he was just trying to make sure his love wouldn't flake on him like last time.

The entire room was staring now, waiting for him to accept his punishment like a good student. But Noah? Noah was not in the mood to be a good student.

With a dramatic huff, he shoved his chair back, the screech of metal against tile making a few classmates jump. Without another word, he snatched his bag, storming toward the door.

The teacher barely had time to react before Noah ran.

Tears clung to his lashes as he darted down the hallway, his heart pounding—not from exertion, but from sheer injustice. His date was ruined. His entire day was ruined. And worst of all, now he'd have to wait even longer to spend time with the person he loved.

And waiting? Noah was absolutely terrible at waiting.

His hands curled into the sleeves of his sweater as he sniffled, wiping at his damp cheeks. He wasn't even sure where he was going—maybe the bathroom, maybe outside to sulk under a tree—but one thing was certain:

This was officially the worst day ever.