Chapter 3: Sparks of Jealousy
The week moved fast. Tiara tried her best to stay out of ken's way, but it was almost impossible. He was everywhere — in lectures, in the cafeteria, even in the library.
And worst of all, he seemed to enjoy making his presence known.
"Tiara," he called out one afternoon, his tone smooth, teasing. "You look better when you're not frowning. Should I make you smile?"
Students nearby chuckled. Tiara clenched her teeth and walked faster.
But it wasn't the teasing that bothered her most. It was the way other girls reacted to him.
Ken only needed to flash that arrogant smile, and they melted. They touched his arm, laughed to his jokes, laughed like he was the most interesting man alive.
Tiara told herself she didn't care. He wasn't her business.
Yet when she saw him leaning against a tree, a pretty girl's hand brushing against his chest as she laughed at something he whispered, something twisted in Tiara's stomach.
She hated it.
Why did she even notice? Why did it sting?
Ken's eyes caught hers across the courtyard. His grin widened, like he had caught her red-handed.
Tiara quickly looked away, her cheeks burning. She stormed off, ignoring the confused glance of her roommate who had been walking beside her.
Behind her, Ken chuckled softly. He had seen the flicker of jealousy in her eyes.
And he liked it.