Our next class was P.E. The gym echoed with the sounds of sneakers squeaking on the polished floor and the distant thud of basketballs. Mr. Saniel, our P.E. teacher, stood at the front, his whistle hanging around his neck. He began the lesson by explaining the rules of basketball, emphasizing the importance of teamwork and fair play. His voice was firm but encouraging, a reminder that sports were as much about character as they were about skill.
As he spoke, I couldn't help but feel my irritation towards Benjamin growing. It was clear he was flirting with Rhys, and it didn't sit well with me. I tried to convince myself that I didn't care, but the truth was, it bothered me more than I wanted to admit. Damn.
When Mr. Saniel finished his lecture, we headed towards the locker room to change
