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 mad? I'm

around, and looked at Leo, even angrier now. She realized she wanted him to be more jealous, to show he cared. "Leo, are you with me because I'm always there for you, listening and blindly loving you? Do you even like me

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

eyes as she snatched her backpack and ran out of the

running to catch up. Outside, with his longer strides, he caught up with her. "What are you thinking?

eyes were misty with tears, her lips pressed down in sadness. She shook off Leo's hand, refusing to

grabbed her hand and practically dragged her to the passenger seat,

next to the ice cream he had bought for her, now melted in the summer heat. Anya, sitting beside him, felt increasingly heartbroken. She raised her arm, covering her eyes, crying in distress. Leo turned around, seeing his

Leo reflected on his actions. It started when he didn't give her the answers and didn't accompany her to the library. "If you're really struggling, I won't look for a job these next few days. I'll help you review. If you still don't get

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 about me

atmosphere in the car was heavy as they drove back to the hotel. Upon reaching it, Leo dragged Anya upstairs. Inside, he threw her books on a nearby dresser and, without a word, pulled her close and

teeth intertwined as he made her step backward until they reached the edge of the bed.

stopped. After the kiss, Leo swallowed, looking at Anya, who had stopped crying and was now just

shaking her

sat in front of her, and gestured to the

at the edge of the bed,

asked, "So kissing you means I like you? Does sleeping

masculine pride

at Leo, her voice small. "That's not what