Rafa's POV:
By the next morning…
Something felt off again.
Not bad.
Not dramatic.
Just—
Off.
"Okay," Angela said slowly, staring at something behind me. "I need you to not react."
I frowned. "That already sounds suspicious."
"Just… don't turn around immediately."
"…I'm turning around."
I did.
And froze.
Livia.
Standing by the lockers.
Wearing—
"…is that my outfit?" I muttered.
Same color palette.
Same style.
Same vibe.
Even the way her hair was done—
"No way," CJ said, walking up beside me. "She really said copy and paste."
"More like copy and… glitch," Sam added.
I kept staring.
Not because it looked good.
But because—
It didn't.
Something was off.
The way she wore it.
The way she stood.
The confidence.
Or lack of it.
It wasn't her.
"…wow," Angela whispered. "That's actually painful."
Livia noticed us looking.
Of course she did.
She smiled.
Like she expected something.
I turned back to my locker.
"Don't say anything," I muttered.
"I'm trying not to laugh," CJ whispered.
"Try harder."
But the hallway?
Not as quiet.
"Wait… isn't that Rafa's outfit?"
"She copied her—"
"No but like… why does it not look the same??"
I closed my locker slowly.
This was getting embarrassing.
And not for me.
"Hey," Livia said, walking over.
Of course.
"Hi," I said, keeping my voice neutral.
She looked me up and down.
Then smiled slightly.
"Twins, I guess."
I stared at her.
"…not really."
CJ choked behind me.
Her smile tightened.
"I just liked the style," she added.
"Then you should've styled it your own way," Angela said sweetly.
Oh.
Angela.
Livia glanced at her, then back at me.
"People get inspired."
"Yeah," I said. "They do."
Silence.
Tense.
And then—
"Rafa."
I turned.
Felix.
He walked over, stopping next to me.
His eyes flicked to Livia—
Then back to me.
"Nice outfit," he said.
I blinked.
"…thanks?"
He nodded slightly.
Then—
"Yours too."
I frowned.
"…what?"
He glanced at Livia again.
Very briefly.
"Oh," I said.
CJ LOST it.
Actually turned away laughing.
Livia's expression dropped.
"That wasn't necessary," she said.
Felix shrugged. "Didn't say anything wrong."
The tension?
Yeah.
Back.
"I have class," she said shortly.
And walked away.
The second she was out of earshot—
"I'm sorry but that was insane," Sam said.
"You didn't have to do that," I added, looking at Felix.
"I did," he said simply.
"Why?"
He looked at me.
"Because it's annoying."
My heart skipped.
Again.
"And you're not?" I asked.
He smirked.
"There's a difference."
"Of course there is."
"There is."
I rolled my eyes.
But I was smiling.
Again.
Of course I was.
By lunch—
It got worse.
For Livia.
Someone had already made a TikTok.
Side-by-side comparison.
Me.
Her.
I covered my face.
"Oh my god."
Angela was dying laughing. "THEY ZOOMED IN ON THE DETAILS—"
CJ grabbed the phone. "They even compared the accessories—this is brutal."
Comments flooded in.
"Rafa wears it, it's iconic. She wears it… no."
"Copying doesn't equal confidence."
"It's giving try hard 😭"
"Felix's reaction?? He doesn't even look at her 💀"
I glanced up.
Livia sat across the cafeteria.
Phone in hand.
Reading everything.
Her jaw clenched.
For a second—
I almost felt bad.
Almost.
"Hey."
Felix again.
"Stop appearing out of nowhere," I said.
"No."
"Of course not."
He sat down next to me.
Closer than necessary.
Again.
"Your fans are ruthless," he said.
"They're not my fans," I muttered.
"Yeah," he said. "They are."
I didn't respond.
Because part of me knew—
He was right.
"By the way," CJ said suddenly, "people are asking for another kiss."
I choked.
"WHAT??"
"Comments," he said, showing his phone. "They're obsessed."
"Absolutely not."
Felix glanced at the screen.
Then at me.
"That a no?"
"That's a hard no."
He leaned slightly closer.
"Sure."
Oh no.
"Felix—don't."
"Don't what?"
"You know exactly what."
"Do I?"
I glared at him.
He smirked.
And then—
He kissed me.
Again.
Right there.
In the cafeteria.
"OH MY GODDD—"
CJ.
Again.
The entire table went silent.
Then exploded.
"NOT AGAIN—"
"THEY DID IT AGAIN—"
"THIS IS INSANE—"
I pulled back, completely done with life.
"Felix."
"Yeah?"
"…what is wrong with you."
"A lot of things."
I stared at him.
He smiled.
And somehow—
Even with everyone staring.
Filming.
Losing their minds—
I was smiling too.
Across the room—
Livia stood up.
And walked out.
This time?
She didn't look shocked.
She looked—
Mad.
Really mad.
And that?
Was probably not a good sign.
The cafeteria slowly went back to normal.
Well—
Not really normal.
More like…
Everyone pretending they weren't still staring at us.
"You guys are actually insane," Sam said, shaking his head.
"Agreed," I muttered.
Felix leaned back in his chair like nothing happened.
Like he didn't just—
In front of everyone—
Again.
"Stop looking at me like that," I said.
"Like what?"
"Like you didn't just ruin my life."
"I didn't ruin it," he said calmly. "I improved it."
CJ nearly fell out of his chair. "IMPROVED??"
I covered my face. "I can't do this."
"Too late," Angela said. "You're in it now."
I exhaled slowly, trying to calm down.
But my heart?
Still not normal.
And then—
"Felix."
Everything went quiet again.
I looked up.
Livia.
She was standing there.
Right next to our table.
Her expression?
Completely serious.
No fake smile.
No pretending.
"I need to talk to you," she said.
Felix didn't move.
"About?"
"Just you," she said.
Then her eyes flicked to me.
"Alone."
The table went silent.
CJ whispered, "Oh this is about to be bad."
I looked at Felix.
He didn't look bothered.
Not even a little.
"Say it here," he said.
Livia blinked.
"…what?"
"Say it here," he repeated. "There's nothing you can't say in front of them."
And then—
His eyes flicked to me.
Just for a second.
My heart skipped.
Livia hesitated.
Then—
"…fine."
She crossed her arms slightly.
"Are you and Rafa a thing?"
Silence.
Like—
Actual silence.
The entire table froze.
Even the background noise felt quieter.
My stomach tightened.
Because suddenly—
It wasn't just tension anymore.
Not just looks.
Not just almosts.
This was it.
I glanced at Felix.
He didn't hesitate.
"Yeah."
My breath caught.
He leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table.
Calm.
Certain.
"We are."
My heart was beating so loud I was sure everyone could hear it.
Livia stared at him.
"…since when?"
He shrugged slightly.
"Since I decided I was done waiting."
I looked at him.
Completely gone.
"Wow," CJ whispered. "That was—"
"CJ," Angela warned.
"Right. Silence."
Livia let out a small laugh.
But there was nothing amused about it.
"So that's it?" she said. "You just—what—picked her?"
Felix's expression didn't change.
"I didn't 'pick' anything," he said. "It's her."
My heart actually stopped.
Silence again.
Heavier this time.
Livia looked at me.
Then back at him.
"And you're just okay with that?" she asked me.
I hesitated.
Just for a second.
Then—
"…yeah."
Because I was.
She nodded slowly.
Like she expected it.
Like she hated it.
"Right," she said quietly.
Another pause.
Then—
"Good to know."
But her voice?
Not calm.
Not okay.
Not even close.
She turned—
And walked away.
This time—
Faster.
No pretending.
No hiding it.
The second she was gone—
CJ slammed his hands on the table.
"OH MY GOD."
"CJ—"
"NO, I'M SORRY BUT THAT WAS INSANE."
"You just announced it like that??" Sam added.
Felix shrugged. "She asked."
"She said it's her," Angela whispered, staring at me. "HE SAID IT'S HER."
"I heard him," I said, my voice barely working.
I looked at Felix.
"…you couldn't have said that like… later?"
He met my gaze.
"Why would I?"
I didn't have an answer.
Because honestly?
I didn't mind.
Not even a little.
He leaned slightly closer.
Just enough.
"You okay with it?" he asked quietly.
My heart softened.
"…yeah."
That smirk appeared again.
Softer this time.
"Good."
And somehow—
With everything happening…
Drama.
People watching.
Livia clearly not done—
This felt…
Right.
But something told me—
This wasn't the end of it.
Not even close.