Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Anya sat next to Leo, her initial calm long gone. Leo held her phone, checking if she had blocked him. Sure enough, he had been blocked!

Just then, a new message caught Leo's eye. Leaning back casually in his chair, he glanced up at his girlfriend, who was clearly distracted and looking guilty. He opened the chat labeled "Bill." "Who's Bill?" Leo suddenly asked in the study room.

A guy sitting nearby, as if answering a question in class, raised his hand, "That's me."

Leo put down Anya's phone and turned to look at the guy who had been studying closely with his girlfriend. "Oh, it's you. Got it."

Anya snatched her phone back, not happy. "Stop snooping through my phone."

Leo let it go, but Anya couldn't focus on studying anymore. She stood up, gathering her things. "Class president, class rep, I have something urgent to deal with. I'll come back tomorrow."

As she stormed out with her backpack, Leo jogged after her, wrapping an arm around her. "You mad?"

"Don't hug me."

Leo kept hugging her. "Didn't you say being in a relationship means hugging and kissing? Now I hug you, and you're not happy."

Anya said, "I just don't want you to hug me right now."

Seeing her anger, Leo changed the subject. "That guy talking with you, one's Bill. What's the other guy's name?"

"Not telling you."

"Why are you

even angrier now. She realized she wanted him to be more jealous, to show he cared. "Leo, are you with

impulsive; otherwise, he wouldn't have regretted it afterward. Now, seeing him not even a bit jealous when

eyes as she snatched her backpack

longer

her lips pressed down in sadness. She shook off Leo's hand, refusing to go with

passenger seat, forcefully

felt increasingly heartbroken. She raised her arm, covering her eyes, crying in distress. Leo turned around, seeing his girlfriend crying because of him. He leaned over, buckled her seatbelt, and drove

look for a job these next few days. I'll help you review. If you still don't get it by the exam, I'll pass

her voice thick with emotion. "Leo, why can't you understand me? I know you're busy, preparing for grad school and job hunting. I don't need you to study with me; I just wanted your attention. But you don't care

reaching it, Leo dragged Anya upstairs. Inside, he threw her books on a nearby dresser and, without a word, pulled her close and kissed her

other holding the back of her head. Their lips and teeth intertwined as he made her step backward until they reached the edge of the bed. Anya, not daring to move, tried to push him away, mumbling through

swallowed, looking at Anya, who had stopped crying and was

shaking

sat in front of her, and gestured to the end of

edge of the bed, her hands

kissing you means I like you?

pride surged.

looked at Leo, her voice small.