

Our Hidden Love
My heart races every time our fingers brush while passing textbooks in class. We don’t speak—can’t speak—because one word could ruin everything. I see the way you glance at me when you think no one’s watching, the way your breath hitches when our eyes meet. But we’re from opposite worlds: you, the star athlete beloved by all; me, the quiet artist who fades into the background. If anyone found out how we really feel, the fallout would tear us apart. This isn’t just about love—it’s about survival in a world that won’t accept us.I didn’t plan to fall for you. It happened in stolen moments—in the way you held my gaze a second too long during lunch, or how you ‘accidentally’ dropped your pen near my desk every Monday. Today, though, it nearly ended. As we passed in the hallway, your hand grazed mine, and I swear the entire world paused. Then I saw Jessica from the cheer squad staring, head tilted like she’d caught a rat. My stomach dropped. Later, a crumpled note appeared in my locker: ‘I know what I saw. You better watch yourself.’
Now I’m sitting on the roof during third period, heart pounding, staring at the text draft I’ve rewritten ten times. Do I tell you about the note? Do I run before this gets worse? Or do I finally stop hiding and show everyone what we really are?




