19/09/2025
"Teenage Love"
Written by me, "Mr. Hadson"
🚫⛔
Class 11 at Hillcrest Academy was like a whirlwind — books, laughter, arguments, assignments, and occasional stolen moments of peace. Mr. Hejiang, quiet but observant, was the kind of boy who sat near the window during lectures, scribbling half notes and half sketches in his notebook. Chi Janva, on the other hand, was known for her sharp mind and soft eyes — always surrounded by a small group of close friends, yet never too loud.
Both lived in the school hostel — just two corridors apart.
They weren’t close at first. Just polite nods during breakfast and rare eye contact across the common room. But slowly, like tea steeping in warm water, something began to brew.
It started with a shared umbrella on a rainy day.
Then, a shared laugh during group studies.
Then, the comfort of sitting beside each other during prep hours.
Hejiang’s friends teased him whenever Janva walked by. "There's your genius," they’d whisper. Janva’s friends were no different. "You two should just go on a date already," they joked. But neither rushed. Something about the slow, quiet connection between them felt special — like it deserved patience.
One Saturday evening, Hejiang gathered his courage.
"Hey," he said, finding her near the hostel library. "Want to go somewhere tomorrow? Just... us?"
Janva smiled, a soft nod following. "I'd like that."
The next evening, they sneaked out just after dinner — nothing wild, just a walk to the small lake behind the school campus. It was a secret spot most students didn’t know about, with a narrow trail leading to it through some wildflowers and quiet woods.
Hejiang had packed a small flask of hot chocolate. Janva had brought two small packets of cookies.
They sat on a rock by the water, watching the moonlight dance across the lake.
"You're different," she said quietly, taking a sip. "Not like most people."
Hejiang chuckled. "Is that a compliment or a warning?"
"A bit of both," she smirked.
Silence fell — the good kind. The kind where words weren’t needed, where the breeze said everything.
Finally, Hejiang turned to her. "I like being around you, Janva. It just… feels right."
She looked into his eyes, heart softening. "I like being around you too, Hejiang."
He reached for her hand — gently, hesitantly. She let him hold it.
And under the soft glow of the moon, two Class 11 students, away from the noise of the hostel and chaos of teenage life, found something pure — something that didn’t need to be loud to be real.
