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Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: Whispers and Wit

After that first day in the back row

,

everything

changed. I stopped dreading school. Instead, I

woke up early just to make sure I looked nice for

the back bench. Leo was always there before me

,

leaning back in his chair with his feet hooked on

the metal bar

. The moment I sat down

, the air felt

different. It was like we had our own secret

language

. We didn

't need to talk about the

weather or our homework. We jumped straight into

the jokes. He would look at the teacher

'

s oldfashioned shoes and whisper

,

"Do you think she

bought those during the Victorian era

,

or did she

steal them from a museum?" I would have to

cover my mouth to stop from laughing out loud

11.

Those laughs were the highlight of my day. I

was usually such a serious girl,

always worried

about my grades and what my parents would say

if I got a B. But with Leo

, I felt like I could

breathe

. He had this way of making everything

seem less scary. He would take my history

textbook and draw lit le moustaches on the

famous explorers.

"Look, Elara

,

" he

'd say,

"

now he

looks like he

'

s about to sell us insurance

.

" It

was silly and immature

, but it was exactly what

I needed. I started to look forward to every

single minute of those sixty-minute lessons.

12.

As the weeks went by, the jokes became more

personal. We had "inside jokes" that nobody else

understood. If a bird flew past the window, we'd both start giggling because of a story he told

me once about a seagull stealing his chips. If

the girl in the front row coughed in a certain

way, we'd exchange a look that said a thousand

words. It felt like we were building a bridge

across the classroom. Everyone else was on one

side ,and Leo and I were on our own lit le island.

It was the first time in my life I felt like I

truly belonged somewhere.

13.

The

"double-meaning

"

jokes started around midSeptember

. They weren

't mean; they were just

clever

. Leo was so fast with his wit. He would

say something that sounded normal to the

teacher

, but I knew the hidden meaning behind

it. My face would turn bright red,

and he would

just smirk, proud of himself for making me

blush.

"You

'

re too easy to read, Elara

,

" he

'd

whisper

. I didn

't mind. I liked that he could

read me

. I liked that he was paying enough

at ention to know exactly how to make me react.

It felt like a game we were both winning.

14.

Sometimes, the bridge we built felt so strong

that I forgot it was just school. I started

bringing him lit le treats. A bag of his favorite

sour candy,

or a cool pen I found at the shop. He

would take them with a grin

,

and even though he

rarely brought me anything back, the way his

eyes lit up was enough for me

. I was put ing in

100% of the heart,

and back then

, I thought he was

doing the same

. I thought the jokes were his

way of saying he cared about me as much as I

cared about him

. I didn

't see the ego yet; I only

saw the fun.

15.

We started texting every night. My phone would

buzz under my pillow

,

and I'd dive under the

covers so my parents wouldn

't see the light.

"Did

you see the way the janitor looked at the

principal today?" he

'd text. We would stay up

until 2:00 AM sometimes, just sending emojis and

one-liners back and forth. Those late-night

conversations felt even more special than the

classroom whispers. In the dark of my room

, I

felt like I could say anything to him

. I felt

like the girl from the back bench was finally

becoming the main character of her own story.

16.

The jokes weren

't just about other people; they

were about us, too

. He started calling me

"Professor

" because I helped him with his

essays. I called him

"The Ego

"

as a joke

,

not

knowing back then how true that name actually

was. He would laugh and say,

"Hey,

at least I

have something to be proud of!" He was so

confident,

and that confidence was like a magnet.

I was at racted to the way he moved through the

world like nothing could hurt him

. I wanted to

be near that energy. I wanted to be the one

person he actually opened up to.

17.

One day, the teacher caught us laughing.

"Elara! Leo! Is there something you

'd like to

share with the rest of the class?" the teacher

snapped. The whole room went silent. I felt my

heart drop into my shoes. I was a

"

good student,

"

and I had never been in trouble before

. I looked

down at my desk,

ready to apologize

, but Leo

didn

't miss a beat. He looked the teacher right in

the eye and said,

"We were just discussing the

economic impact of your fashion choices, sir

.

"

The class erupted in cheers. I was terrified, but

I also felt a rush of adrenaline

. With Leo

,

everything was an adventure .

18.

That moment solidified our

"bond.

" After class,

Leo high-fived me in the hallway.

"We

'

re

legends, Elara

,

" he said. I felt so tall walking

next to him

. I felt like I was part of something

bigger than just a Class 8 friendship. I started

to imagine us staying friends forever

. I imagined

us going to college together

,

maybe even

working together

. I was building a whole future

based on a few weeks of jokes and whispers. I

was so caught up in the

"

wit" that I didn

't notice

the

"

silence

" that was starting to grow whenever

we weren

't laughing.

19.

By the end of this chapter

, the bridge was

fully built. We were inseparable in that

classroom

. But as I looked at Leo laughing

with his other friends near the lockers, I

realized he never invited me to join them

. I was

his

"Back Bench" friend, but I wasn

't his

"Real World" friend. The jokes only lived inside

the classroom

. Outside

,

in the hallways of

London

, he was someone else

. But I told myself

it didn

't mat er

. I told myself that what we had

was special enough to last. I was wrong, but for

those few weeks in September

, I was the

happiest girl in London.

20.

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