Stella was annoyed by Sweety's behavior.
Mark my words, Ms. Witch. I'll save Mr. Handsome from you. I won't let you take him from me, Sweety thought as she looked at Stella with an evil smile.
"Come on, Ms. Stella! Play with us. No... no... sing for us instead. Come on, guys, let's cheer for Ms. Stella!" Sweety urged.
Everyone chanted, "Stella... Stella... Stella..."
"Stop it, guys. I'm tired now. I'll sing for you later," Stella replied.
Stella sat quietly and closed her eyes. Sara, you ruined my plan today. I wanted to sit beside David, but you... ahh, I can't let this happen on this trip, she thought.
"Sweety, are you doing this on purpose? Why did you let him sit beside me? No... no... Why did you let me sit beside him? Do you know what he's going to do now?" Sara murmured.
Her murmuring disturbed David. He smiled and glared at her. "Don't worry. I won't disturb you like you always did in the past."
Sara gave him a deadly look. He stopped. "Okay, I won't talk. But I want to clarify one thing. There's nothing between me and Ste—"
Sara cut him off. "Professor, I'm tired now and I want to sleep. So please don't disturb me."
David nodded.
Rabbit... please try to understand me. I won't make the same mistake again. And I won't let you go this time, David thought while glaring at Sara.
In the back, Sweety and Vicky were sitting together. "Hey, why did you let Sara sit beside Mr. David?" he questioned.
Sweety laughed nervously. "Don't you know Sara skipped his classes? At least this time, let her sit beside him to clarify her doubts," she said.
Vicky kept glaring at her. Sweety still looked suspicious.
"Forget that. What about you? How's your 'ball-kicking game'?" Sweety asked sarcastically.
"That's football," Vicky said, pausing. "And wait, I heard something from my friend. Did you buy his café?"
"Yes, I bought that place. So what?" Sweety replied.
If he finds out I bought that café because of Mr. Handsome, he'll definitely ask too many questions, she thought.
"But why that café? Is there a specific reason? Or did you buy it because of Sara?" Vicky questioned.
Sweety's face brightened. "Yes, I bought it because of her. The previous owner didn't give the workers any holidays. Sara spent her days studying and working there. So I thought I'd buy it. And I bought that café for myself too. I'm an MBA student, and I want to open my own business. A café is part of my plan, so I started with that," she replied.
"You talk too much, you know that," Vicky said while playfully covering her mouth with his hand.
Sweety tried to speak, but Vicky's hand was still on her mouth. She looked at his hand. "Oh, okay, but please be quiet. I need to rest," Vicky said, taking his hand back.
"What? Why do you want to rest? Didn't you sleep well last night? Or..." Sweety raised her right eyebrow and smiled mysteriously.
"Or? Or what?" Vicky asked.
"So you do have a girlfriend. Who is she? Is she from our college? Or a senior? Tell me, who is she?" Sweety asked, hitting his arm.
"No, I don't have a girlfriend. Stop with that smile. I can't stand it," Vicky said irritably.
"What's wrong with my smile? My dad always loved my smile. And you don't have a girlfriend. That means you're—" Sweety said, pointing at him.
"Enough with that thought. I can't even imagine it. How could you think that about me? And yes, I do like one girl. Is that enough to change what you think of me?" Vicky replied, frustrated.
"Oh... sorry about your father. He must be blind when he looks at you," Vicky said.
"You!" Sweety said angrily.
"Calm down, angry bird. Calm down. Now be quiet and let me rest," Vicky said, winking.
Vicky looked out the window and fell asleep.
How dare he talk about my father? Wait, he said he likes someone. Who is that girl? Do I know her? she thought.
While David was checking emails on his phone, Sara suddenly rested her head on his shoulder. David glanced at the others. "Everybody's sleeping," he sighed.
David looked at Sara once, then carefully wrapped his arm around her to keep her warm. Now you can sleep peacefully, he thought and kissed her forehead softly.
Sara moved slightly, but David gently tapped her shoulder.
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After two hours, they reached their destination. The temperature was low. Swinley Forest, a national forest, offers mountain biking trails, a rope course, and ziplines.
The lecturers gathered every student to one side and gave safety instructions.
"Now that we've arrived, we lecturers and your seniors are here to ensure your safety. And we hope you won't let us down," Professor Jake said.
"We won't, sir!" Everyone shouted.
"Mr. David and Vicky, you both are the coordinators. We will divide the students into three groups," Jake said.
"I already made the groups while we were traveling. Here's the list," Jake said, handing it to David and Stella.
David's eyes lit up when he saw Sara's name in his group. See, destiny doesn't want to separate us, he thought.
Both Vicky and David smiled at Sara. Sweety found their behavior fishy.
Forget David. He smiled because he might like me. But why did Vicky smile? Is it for Sara? Sweety glared at Sara and realized, Does this mean he likes...
Sara called out to Sweety, "What are you doing? Come on, let's go. We're in the same group. I'm happy about that."
But David's also there. How did this happen? God, show me some mercy, Sara thought.
Vicky helped Sara by carrying her bag to her room. David watched them and felt jealous.
Stella called David, "Mr. David, I'm sad that I can't be your co-coordinator, but we'll spend some time later," she said with a wink.
David was annoyed by her words and left without talking.
_
Why, David? Don't you understand how I feel about you? Anyway, I'll make you come to me by the end of this trip, Stella thought.
"Who the hell is he? Why is he always with Sara? Is he interested in her?" David paused. "I can't let her go this time," he said to himself.