Pin had never been the type to get distracted easily.
She was focused. Dedicated. A quiet, book-loving soul who preferred the worlds inside her novels to the unpredictable chaos of real life.
While her classmates whispered about who was dating who, while teenagers around her giggled about crushes and confessions, Pin had always remained blissfully uninterested.
Love? It was something she read about, something she admired in others—like her moms, like Mon and Sam—but she had never once imagined it would happen to her.
And then—
Anilaphat walked into her life.
Or rather, stormed into it.
Because Anil wasn't the kind of girl who entered a room quietly.
She burst into places, like she owned them.
She was loud, mischievous, and absolutely fearless.
She was the complete opposite of Pin.
And yet—
Pin was completely doomed.
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It happened on a Monday morning.
Pin was in her usual spot in the classroom—third row, by the window, book open in front of her, lost in a story.
The world outside was soft and quiet, just the way she liked it.
And then—
The classroom door slammed open.
Pin flinched.
Everyone turned their heads.
And there she was.
Anilaphat.
Tall. Confident. A wild glint in her eyes like she had just escaped from somewhere she wasn't supposed to be.
Her uniform was already slightly disheveled, her tie loose, her blazer hanging off one shoulder like she had better things to do than wear it properly.
Her gaze swept the room, sharp and full of something dangerously amused.
Pin held her breath, not sure why.
Then—
The girl grinned.
A full, devastating, crooked grin that made Pin's brain short-circuit.
And before she knew it—
Anil was walking straight toward her.
No. No, no, no.
This was not happening.
Pin looked down at her book, desperate to disappear.
But it was too late.
Anil slid into the empty seat beside her, dropping her bag on the desk with zero grace.
"Hey," she said, voice low, playful.
Pin stiffened.
Slowly—too slowly—she turned her head.
Anil was smirking at her.
Smirking.
Pin was doomed.
"That's my seat."
Pin frowned. "There's no assigned seating."
Anil grinned. "Not officially. But I sit here now."
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When the Story Continues (Sequel to When the Script Changes)
RomanceSequel to the story "When the Script Changes." This one, will follow Freen and Becky as they navigate life as new parents, balancing their love, responsibilities, and the chaos of raising Mon and Pin while still keeping their relationship strong.
