The sky outside the campus windows was a dull gray, reflecting the mood in Aria's chest. She clutched her bag tighter, her mind spinning with what she had seen last night.
The cause of her anger-and the misunderstanding-was simple yet unbearable:
After their little chat last night, she went to the kitchen to get water, she met Leo there, his phone placed on the kitchen island.
"You're here," she said
"Yes, I'm here to get water."
"Okay."
She had glimpsed a text on Leo's phone before he could close it.
From an unknown number, the message read:
"Can't wait to see you tonight. Don't tell anyone."
She had assumed the worst. Old fling? Friend of the family? Someone trying to get close to him again?
She immediately took a bottle of water and walked back to her room.
Her chest had twisted the moment she saw the text, and she hadn't been able to stop thinking about it.
Now, the next day, she walked into the study hall for the project, only to find Leo already there, his calm demeanor a contrast to the storm inside her.
"Morning," he said lightly.
Aria ignored him, setting her backpack down roughly. "Morning."
He frowned. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she said sharply.
Leo raised a brow. "Nothing? Are you sure? Because you've been... tense all day. And yesterday, at last night..."
Her hands trembled slightly. "I don't want to talk about it."
He stepped closer, his voice softer. "Aria... you saw the text, didn't you?"
Her heart stopped. She hadn't meant to let it show.
"You don't get to read my messages," she whispered. "So it's none of my business, and yet, here I am, thinking the worst because I can't help myself!"
"I wasn't hiding anything," he said, frustration edging into his tone. "That message was for a charity donor's daughter. She's part of an event my family is hosting next month. That's it!"
Aria froze, guilt washing over her-but she didn't say a word.
"You... you think I'm lying?" he asked, hurt flashing in his eyes.
"I... I don't know what to think," she admitted, voice trembling. "You just... you just seemed too... friendly. Too casual."
Leo exhaled sharply. "Aria. I am friendly. That's how I treat people. But you... you're the only one I treat differently. And yet you doubt me?"
Her chest tightened. She opened her mouth, then closed it. She wanted to argue, to explain herself, but the words tangled with her pride and fear.
"Fine," she said finally, voice cold. "Let's just... finish the project. That's what matters, right?"
"Yes," he muttered, jaw tight. "Project."
Hours passed, tension building with every page turned, every word typed.
The misunderstanding hung between them, invisible but suffocating. Aria tried to focus on the charts and statistics, but her mind kept drifting. She caught Leo glancing at her occasionally, his expression unreadable, and her stomach flipped.
Finally, Leo slammed his laptop shut. "Aria! Enough pretending like nothing's wrong. I want to fix this!"
"Leo..." she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "We don't have time. Focus."
"No, we do," he insisted. "Because if you keep avoiding me, it's not just the project that will suffer-it's us."
"Us?" she asked, disbelief in her tone.
"Yes. Us. Because I can't work with you like this if you're thinking the worst of me."
Her eyes narrowed. "I didn't think the worst!" she said, though her voice cracked slightly. "I... I saw something. And I-"
"-assumed I was cheating? Manipulating? Hiding things from you?" he finished for her, voice rising, frustration spilling over. "Aria, do you know how that feels? To see you shut me out because of a single message?"
Her face burned. "I didn't want to believe it. I trust you, but... you were too close with someone else. It scared me."
"I wasn't close! That's exactly the point!" His hands gestured wildly, caught between exasperation and hurt. "I don't hide anything from you. Ever! But you-"
"Maybe I'm allowed to feel scared!" she shouted, standing abruptly, making her chair scrape against the floor. Heads turned, but she didn't care.
Leo's jaw tightened. "And maybe you're allowed to feel scared, but don't accuse me of something I didn't do!"
Her chest heaved. "I... I need space."
"You're not leaving this room," he said firmly, stepping closer. "We need to work, Aria. The project isn't optional."
She stared at him, anger and fear battling in her chest. Finally, she relented with a stiff nod. "Fine."
For the next two hours, they worked in tense silence.
Occasionally, Leo would glance at her, offering a small, apologetic smile, but she refused to meet his eyes. The misunderstanding hadn't dissolved-it had simply morphed into unspoken frustration.
Aria typed furiously, trying to drown out her thoughts. Each keystroke reminded her of how close he was. Each time his hand reached for a book, it brushed hers. Her pulse thudded painfully, betraying her calm facade.
By late afternoon, the tension was nearly unbearable.
Leo finally broke the silence, his voice low but determined. "Aria, please. Listen. I-"
"I said I'm not listening!" she snapped, spinning to face him. "I don't want to hear excuses!"
His eyes softened, full of something she couldn't name. "It's not an excuse. It's the truth."
"Truth doesn't matter when I feel like I can't trust you!" she yelled, her hands trembling.
Leo flinched, then stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Aria, I would never do anything to hurt you. You're not just part of my life because of a contract. You're-"
"Stop!" she cut him off, tears pricking her eyes. "I said I don't want to hear it!"
Her words hung in the air.
For a moment, the world outside the study hall disappeared. It was just them. Two hearts beating fast, separated by anger, misunderstanding, and fear.
Leo exhaled slowly, jaw tight, then finally sank into his chair. "Fine," he muttered. "We'll finish the project. But... we're not done talking. Not ever. You can run from this, Aria, but I won't let it stay broken between us."
She swallowed hard, too stubborn to respond. But her chest ached. His words had pierced the anger.
As the hall emptied around them, she realized something:
The misunderstanding had driven them apart temporarily, but it had also brought them closer in a dangerous way. They couldn't stop thinking about each other. They couldn't stop feeling.
Even when words failed.
And that... terrified her more than anything.
