"Alright, everyone—I need to remind each and every one of you about the upcoming poem assignment due next month! Consider it as a test, so I expect each of you to pour your heart and soul into it, understood?" Mrs. Anne declared firmly, quickly accompanied by an enthusiastic eruption of cheers from the class.

Nice. Who doesn't want their test to be replaced by a poem assignment? Well, Eve looks unhappy though, art isn't really her forte. But me? I love everything that includes art.. writing.. and yes, as you guessed, I write lyrics too—oh, you didn't? Yeah I love singing, music is kiiinda my getaway.

"So, girlie."

Eve eyes you suspiciously, propping her chin on the back of her hand and tapping her other hand repeatedly on the table before continuing, "Did you reply to his texts yet?"

"Texts?" you scoff crankily. Busy putting your stuff in your bag to prepare for the next class, you roll your eyes at the thought and grunt, "Weeks of ghosting just to reply to his 'Wussup Winny?' There ain't no way I'm replying,"

Eve nods knowingly, slinging her bag over her shoulders and sighs, "Boys really are stupid," initially appearing to be on your side. However, she suddenly beams and giggles like crazy, turning the other way and raise both her clenched hands beside her cheeks, adding, "Except for My Baby Liam~"

Cringing in resigned solemnity, you sass, "You're hopeless, girlie," which only makes Eve laugh even harder.

"Come on, let's just put our bags back in the corner this time," she suggests, understanding your situation completely. Especially since it's time for Geo after this recess and you hate it so much. Even in a normal state, you struggle to focus. Imagine how it is when you're not in the mood.

You bounce your eyebrows once in tired agreement, not even lifting a side smile. With all the enthusiasm of a sloth on a Monday morning, you lazily stand up, eyes fixed on your bag before flinging it over your shoulders. However, as your gaze shifts to the door..

You see Tyler.

Already leaning against it like he's modeling for Vogue. Noticing your prolonged irritation as you take a sharp inhale and exhale with a jaded expression, Eve follows your gaze—to giggle in amusement as she makes sense of your expression.

"Speak of the devil~"

Arms pocketed in his pants, he grins and bounces his eyebrows twice mischievously before blurting out, "How about lunch?"

"Eve, I can fit the window right?" you sassily retort as you roll your eyes with annoyance. Eve erupts in laughter while shaking her head, fully aware of what lies ahead. Hastily, you head for the window as Cavill rushes to you in panic! Just as you're about to grab the window latch, he catches your bag from behind, putting a halt to your master plan.

"Winnyyy~ come onnn, eat with us," he pleads, hands still holding your bag, preventing you from getting away.

Still struggling to get away from him, you mutter under your breath, "No thanks."

"Come on you've been ignoring me for weeks—"

"Me? I've been ignoring you for weeks?" you fume at his ridiculous accusation. Pausing your escape attempt in displeased awe, you turn your head to his guilty self as he lowers his face and grins foolishly, and then you continue, "Improve your English, idiot."

Retracting his head in utter confusion at the unexpected amount of sass, he wonders with a hint of sarcasm, "Damn, since when did you hate me this much?"

Realizing how easy it is to break free, you release your backpack roughly, deciding it's your ticket to distance yourself from everything in his grip. You turn and back away until you're standing in front of the window and cross your arms in front of your chest. He sighs with his jaded expression, still clutching your backpack on his arms. Cavill scratches his head, looking genuinely in a dilemma before finally apologizes,

"Ok look. I'm sorry—let me make it up to you right now."

You raise an eyebrow. "How?"

Eve deeply inhales and exhales, leaning against the door, thoroughly entertained by the unfolding bad sitcom in front of her. "Make it quick, Tyler~" she presses. Sensing how he needs a grand gesture, Cavill ponders for a moment while Reed continue her complain, "Already had a bad day by the poem announcement~ Now I just need a good meal as a compensation for also witnessing this hot mess in front of me—" before Cavill snaps his fingers as if struck by divine inspiration, then grins to you to shout,

"I'll recite a poem!"

You retract your head as you dart your eyes toward bewildered Eve. In amusement she shouts, "Damn! Liam Wyatt is that you?!" The remaining classmates who have also been stuck in this poorly written sitcom shout and clap in anticipation, fueling his loco meter up to the roof.

Struggling to suppress your cackling, you do your best to maintain a pout. Noticing the slight shift in your mood, Cavill smirks and drops your backpack to his side. Scrunching his eyebrows, he runs a hand through his jet black hair as he takes a deep breath, and begins,

"In our world that revolves around rules," he recites in exaggerated accent, gesturing dramatically with both hands as if conjuring the chaos around him. You exchange amused glances with Eve as the room buzzes with stifled laughter, starting to catch the vibe.

Suddenly, he points dramatically to your traumatized self, and continues, "There stands. a beacon of beauty," and takes a step closer to you. His hand dramatically air cupped your face. You purse your lips in an attempt to maintain your pout, but your eyes widen in amusement.

"Winny, my cranky muse," he declares, gesturing towards you with an exaggerated pout, as if he's the protagonist of a Shakespearean tragedy. You can't help but break into a grin, realizing that you might be witnessing the birth of a new form of avant-garde poetry. Eve bites her lip, attempting to stifle her giggles.

"Your eyes sparkle like the sparkling soda when I finally get the first bite of my burgers," Cavill pantomimes exaggerated facial expressions of triumph of eating his favorite burger, "your laughter—a melody sweeter than the sugarcane," he adds, pretending to drink an imaginary cup of sugarcane while humming a tune, and complete it with a chef's kiss.

Creating a horse-riding stance, legs slightly forward in a semi-crouched position, a hand held forward like The Power Rangers, he declares, "And your wit? Sharper than the bracelet I'm forced to wear," spinning the black and blue bracelet that encircles his hand with a dramatic flourish. You can't help but burst out laughing, putting a hand on your forehead as Eve clutches her stomach, unable to control her laughter.

Nearly breaking character from his Oscars act, he almost coughs, gesturing with a hand in front of him while breaking into a grin. Quickly recovering, he swiftly shoots puppy eyes at you, causing you to shut your eyes in held-back laughter.

"Oh, Winny," and to your surprise, he jogs closer to you and drops to kneel on the floor to shout, "won't you forgive this humbled King of River High, and let the symphony of our bestfriendship play on?" Cavill concludes by sweeping his arm in an exaggerated gesture as if inviting an invisible orchestra to play—and the entire room erupts in loud laughter and applause, unable to contain their amusement.

As the last poetic note hangs in the air, you stare at him in awe, shaking your head in disbelief, and mutter, "You're such a weirdo."

Cavill grins, looking quite pleased with himself, and says, back in his normal accent, "Fair enough. But worth a shot?"

Not breaking his eye contact from you, he maintains his grin and stands up. Chuckling, he walks backward, proudly grabbing your backpack and flinging it behind him. As if already sensing he's slightly forgiven, a charming grin painted his face.. until he finally flung the question once more.

"Lunch?"

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