Chapter 5: Not A Stalker (Totally Not)
Cold water splashed against Her face, washing away the leftover frustration from the argument earlier in class.
Her usually neat blonde hair, tied up in her signature high ponytail with a blue ribbon, was now messy, sticking to her damp temples.
She looked up and stared at her reflection in the school's worn-out bathroom mirror.
There, she saw the "perfect" Luna: the blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl with naturally rosy lips and a face that always earned compliments. The school's heroine, admired by so many.
But next to that ideal image, the mirror seemed to reveal another Luna—one far from perfect. Her eyes were slightly swollen, her jaw clenched in frustration, and faint lines on her forehead betrayed the anxiety she was trying to hide.
We had just gotten into a huge argument with that brown-haired boy with no face.
That guy—with his calm yet piercing voice—told her straight up that Theo, the popular athlete she had been crushing on for so long, was clueless, dumb, and completely insensitive.
Ivansia had tried so hard to defend Theo. But each word felt empty. Deep down, in the part of her heart she hated to admit even existed... Luna agreed with him.
Theo really could be dense—too focused on his own world to notice what's around him. Guilt and disappointment twisted in her stomach.
She looked down and picked up her open notebook from the sink. As she did, an old photo slipped out and landed on the cold ceramic floor. Luna bent down and picked it up.
It was a photo of her, Theo, and Ivansia in class. Theo was smiling brightly, Ivansia looked calm beside him, and Luna was beaming between the two of them.