You Stay Quiet, And Get Punished

I choked on air. "What—?"

And the smile was back, like she was just fooling around.

"Oh, come on," she teased, rolling her eyes dramatically. "You totally have a crush on me. Why else would you put up with me all these year?" Her grin turned smug, like she'd cracked some grand conspiracy. "Admit it—you loved when I fed you fries. You just didn't want your dumb friends to see you blushing."

"I hate you," I spat, my voice ragged with frustration. My wrists ached where she held them, and my face burned hotter than hellfire. "I hate your stupid hoodies, I hate your dumb TikToks, I hate—"

Sanah cut me off with a laugh, sharp and bright. "Oh, you are really gonna hate this," she purred...