Not Qualified For Friends

Chapter 3: Meeting the teacher

"I cracked the code to your intricate schedule, Rio. It's a labyrinth of habits and whims. Your morning ritual begins with brewing a cup of coffee, black as night, but if your friends don't call you first, you check in at the cafe across the street for another one – wasteful, but you don't seem to mind. Then it's off to school, with a sequence of science, ELA, history, and math. The day ends with hanging out with your friends until nightfall, when Marcus calls. But tonight, there's a twist - you're meeting your teacher.

As you walked down the street, unaware of my watchful gaze, you were dressed to impress, in a vibrant red shirt and sleek black pants. I couldn't help but wonder, did you steal them? A sigh escaped my lips as I realized that you hadn't studied at all, and it was a shame. I checked my phone to find that the time was already 9:30 pm. I slipped into a seat at a nearby table just as you approached your teacher. But the expression on his face made my blood run cold, as if he already imagined you lying naked in his bed.

The sight of it all led me to ruminate on something...dark. You confessed that you loved me, and I reciprocated that love, but the question remained - why are you still with Marcus? He's bad for you, Rio. His love for you pales in comparison to mine. Your life should be full of those who truly love you, but instead, you're fixating on someone who doesn't appreciate you the same way I do. Even as you couldn't help glancing at your phone every ten seconds for a message from him, I knew that you wouldn't be able to give up the one thing you loved, at least until it broke beyond repair.

I took a deep breath and stood up, ready to embark on my next move. "I'll see you later, Rio," I said before leaving the cafe.