When the Story Continues (Sequel to When the Script Changes)

Chapter 36: The Love That Grew Like Wildflowers

Pin shook her head, smiling to herself.

And just like that—

Her whole day was made.

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Pin tried to focus in class.

She really did.

But how could she focus on math when Anil was sitting right there?

Right next to her.

Doodling in her notebook.

Tapping her pen against the desk.

Throwing little side glances at Pin like she knew she was distracting her.

Which—of course she did.

Pin took a deep breath, gripping her pencil.

She could do this.

She could focus.

She could—

A folded piece of paper landed on her desk.

Pin blinked.

Slowly, she unfolded it.

Anil's messy handwriting stared back at her.

Pin, you look cute today.

Pin bit the inside of her cheek, refusing to react.

She grabbed her pen, scribbling underneath it.

Focus.

She folded the paper back up and flicked it toward Anil.

Anil opened it.

Read it.

Then grinned.

And winked.

Pin wanted to die.

How did this girl make everything feel like a game she was destined to lose?

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By the time the last bell rang, Pin was exhausted.

Not from school.

But from Anil.

Unfortunately for her—

The girl in question was waiting for her outside the gates.

"Ready to go?" Anil asked, falling into step beside her.

Pin sighed.

"You act like we don't live in opposite directions."

Anil shrugged, shoving her hands in her pockets.

"So? I wanna walk you home."

Pin narrowed her eyes.

"Why?"

Anil grinned.

"Because I'm a devoted girlfriend who loves you?"

Pin paused.

Her heart stuttered.

Anil said those words so easily.

Like they were the simplest truth in the world.

Pin swallowed.

Then muttered, "You're ridiculous."

Anil bumped her shoulder.

"You love it."

Pin refused to respond.

But she didn't deny it.

And Anil noticed.

She always did.

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They reached Pin's house.

Pin stopped at the gate.

Anil waited.

Normally, this was when she would make some dramatic exit.

Say something flirty.

Maybe even steal a kiss on the cheek.

But before she could—

Pin reached for her hand.

Voluntarily.

Without teasing.

Without being asked.

Just took it.

Held it.

Like it was natural.

Anil's entire brain short-circuited.

Pin didn't look at her.

Didn't say anything.

She just... stood there. Holding her hand.

And then—

In the quietest voice imaginable, she murmured:

"Thank you for walking me home."

Anil blinked.

Twice.

Then squeezed her hand.

"Anytime, babe."

Pin hesitated.

Then squeezed back.

Anil?

Anil was done for.

Completely.

Utterly.

Done for.

And for the first time ever—

She had nothing to say.