❤️ HEARTSTRINGS❤️
(Love melody…………)
Chapter 31&32
Don’t copy or pirate
By Triplewealth.
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After the incident Samara and her Friends had taken the longer path to go the class, looping through the back hallway, avoiding everyone.
“I should’ve shut her down,” Samara muttered.
“She beat you without raising her voice,” Tiffany replied plainly.
Samara turned, eyes blazing. “I’m not letting her get away with that stunt. She thinks because she’s top of the class, she’s untouchable?”,she muttered
“She’s touchable but nowadays she is always seen with Lily or kings, Tiffany replied
Samara rolled her eyes. “Lily? She’s nothing.”
Lisa just kept quiet still pondering over Davis statement
That gave Samara pause.
After a moment, she said coldly, “find out anything we can use against her
Tiffany nodded once and Lisa walked away from the two
Samara leaned against the lockers and pulled out a lip gloss, applying it without a mirror. “Let’s see how long she stays calm when the ground beneath her starts shaking.”
Lisa seems off what could have happened, Tiffany muttered.
I don’t care if anything happens to her Samara muttered.
Later in the day as the school emptied out, Lily and Sylvia walked side by side, their footsteps slow, their voices low.
Lily was still buzzing about Sylvia’s showdown with Samara, but Sylvia stayed quiet—thoughtful. The red-ink note burned in her pocket like a quiet warning.
Still, being with Lily added a small comfort.A steady presence.
The kind that didn’t ask too many questions but always stayed close.
A few minutes later, Kingsley, Jeremy, Davis, Damien, and Kenzie spilled out of the west doors, loud and laughing.
Their voices carried across the courtyard, all inside jokes and confident strides. Kingsley, as usual, said little—but his eyes tracked movement constantly, especially lingering for a second on Sylvia’s back as she walked away. He was thinking and watching
On the other side of the school, Samara exited with Tiffany, her ever-loyal shadow. Samara was fuming beneath her flawless exterior, snapping her gum harder than usual.
Tiffany kept pace, quiet but observant, occasionally throwing glances over her shoulder. Neither of them had seen the second note. Not yet. But Samara’s pride had taken a hit—and Tiffany knew exactly what that meant. Trouble was brewing.
The Brocks’ car was parked in front of the courtyard, but Kingsley didn’t get in right away.
He stood near the school gate, one hand in his pocket, the other loosely holding his phone — but not texting. Not scrolling. Just thinking.
“Yo, K,” Damien called from the car. “You coming?”
Kingsley didn’t reply immediately. His eyes had been trailing someone.
Sylvia.
She was already at the junction with Lily, their figures blending into the amber dusk.
Davis followed his gaze, then smirked. “You got a thing for Brainy Girl now?”
Kingsley turned to him. “She’s…different.”
“Different?” Davis scoffed, leaning on the car. “She practically ice-grilled Samara in front of the whole class. She’s asking to be targeted.”
Kingsley didn’t respond to that. He finally walked over and got in the car. But even as the doors shut, his mind was elsewhere.
Something wasn’t adding up.
She’s not just smart.
She’s controlled. Calculated.
Too calm for someone under Samara’s radar.
Too quiet not to be hiding something.
As the car pulled away, Kingsley opened his notes app and typed two words:
“Sylvia kelly”
●Hudson valley●
Grandma Mae cottage
The house smelled like hibiscus tea and warmth.
A fan hummed softly from the corner as the sky outside turned lavender.
Sylvia sat on the balcony with her grandmother—her school bag dropped quietly at her feet.
Her grandma poured steaming tea into two mismatched cups. She wore a beautiful dress, her gray hair tied up neatly. Her presence always felt like a blanket—familiar and grounding.
“You’re quiet today,” grandma mae said gently, handing Sylvia a cup.
Sylvia took it, warming her hands around the porcelain. “Just… thinking.”
“About that girl again? Samara?”
Sylvia didn’t answer immediately.
“She tried to corner me today,” she said finally. “But I didn’t let her.”
Grandma Mae gave a small, knowing nod and muttered “Some people make noise to feel important. Others stay quiet and become dangerous.”
Sylvia glanced at her, surprised.
Mae smiled faintly. “You’ve got fire in you, child. But fire can warm a home—or burn it down.”
Sylvia stared into her tea.
“I don’t want to become like them,” she murmured.
“You won’t,” Mae said firmly. “Because you know what it’s like to be hurt. And the ones who’ve been burned… they light matches differently.”
There was a pause.
Sylvia pulled the folded note from her hoodie and laid it on the table.
Mae didn’t ask where it came from. She just read it slowly.
“Be careful Samara is not an easy person ”
Her lips pressed together.
Then softly: “You’ve already started something, haven’t you?”,Mae asked
Sylvia nodded once.
“But I’m not afraid,” she whispered.
Mae reached across the table, took her hand.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” she said. “Just… be ready.”
The night deepened around them, but neither of them moved.
Not yet.
●Brocks high-school●
By 9 AM, the school field had transformed into a carnival of colors. Banners fluttered high in the wind, drums beat like thunder, and whistles rang out from every corner.
Teachers moved around with clipboards, calling out names and ticking off checklists. Student volunteers ran between tents handing out juice boxes, safety pins, and race numbers.
The house teams stood proudly in their formations, grouped by color:
Red Hawks – fiery, loud, full of confidence.
Blue Tigers – steady and sharp, eyes locked on the scoreboard.
Green Panthers – united and prepared, warming up as a team.
Yellow Falcons – bubbly and energetic, waving to the crowd.
Principal Rowland stepped up to the podium. His voice boomed across the field.
“Let this Sports Day be about unity, sportsmanship… and of course, winning!”
Laughter and cheers followed.
The field buzzed with energy as each house began choosing candidates for the hivarious events.
Over at the Green Panthers tent, Kingsley and Davis were lacing their sneakers. Sylvia stood beside Lisa, adjusting her cap and eyeing the track with calm focus.
In Yellow Falcons, Jeremy and Lily laughed as they painted streaks of yellow on each other’s cheeks while many students were avoiding Samara.
Blue Tigers looked all business. Damien cracked his knuckles, Kenzie stretched with headphones in, and Tiffany tied her shoelaces tight like she was ready for war.
And then came the Red Hawks. The crowd’s volume surged. Their team marched in with fiery red flags and booming chants.
Then the events began.
There were sprints, relays, long jumps, sack races, and even a tug-of-war that had half the school on its feet, screaming.
By midday, the scoreboard showed an intense tie between Green Panthers, Red Hawks, and Blue Tigers.
Then came the last event before lunch: the Mixed 4x100m Relay.
Each house huddled around, selecting their fastest. The stakes were high.
Sylvia was picked as anchor for Green Panthers. Kingsley was third. The crowd was roaring by the time they stepped on the track.
“On your marks… get set…
BANG!
The race kicked off with explosive speed. Batons passed like lightning.
By the time Sylvia grabbed hers, the competition was tight. Jayden of Red Hawks was right beside her. Every step mattered.
As they sprinted toward the finish line, the crowd stood to their feet.
Neck and neck.
Then—
Sylvia lunged. So did Jayden.
They crossed.
Silence.
The field fell quiet for a second as everyone waited for the result to flash.
Then—
1st: Green Panthers
2nd: Red Hawks
3rd: Blue Tigers
4th: Yellow Falcons
The Green Panthers tent exploded in celebration. Sylvia bent over, panting, a tired smile spreading across her face. Kingsley gave her a high five, grinning.
But as the crowd cheered and students rushed the track to congratulate their teammates…
A sharp voice cut through the excitement.
“Wait! That wasn’t fair!”
All eyes turned.
Jayden, still catching his breath, pointed toward the track official.
“She crossed the line before the baton touched her hand in the exchange. I saw it.”
Murmurs spread like wildfire. Cheers died down. Teachers began whispering. The officials huddled.
Sylvia’s smile faded.
A judge stepped forward, checking the footage on a tablet. Everyone leaned in.
After a long pause, the referee turned to the crowd and raised a hand.
“Green Panthers’ win stands. The baton exchange was valid.”
Cheers resumed—louder than ever.
But jayden didn’t cheer. He just stared at Kingsley.
And Kingsley? He stared right back.
No words were exchanged, but the look said enough:
Next time… there won’t be any mistakes.
T.B.C
