❤️HEARTSTRING❤️
(Love melody………. )
Chapter 37&38
By Triplewealth.
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The courtyard buzzed with life that afternoon. Near the basketball court, a group of boys were practicing layups while the cheer squad rehearsed a new routine.
By the shade of the old oak tree, a few art students had set up easels, their paintbrushes moving in quick strokes. Some students lounged on the grass with open textbooks, while others huddled in small circles, laughing over snacks from the vending machine.
Sylvia stepped out of the library with a stack of papers in her hands, weaving through the busy walkway until she spotted Kingsley by the lockers.
“Kingsley,” she called, catching up to him. “We’re still meeting this weekend to finalize the pre-exam activity schedule, right?”
Kingsley shut his locker and adjusted his bag strap. “Yeah… about that. I can’t make it this weekend.”
Sylvia frowned slightly. “Why not?”
“I’m going on a trip with the guys,” he replied simply, already glancing toward the school gate. “I’ll update you when I’m back.”
Sylvia nodded, making a quick note in her planner before heading off toward the teachers’ office.
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Two days later, the roar of the airport terminal filled the air as Kingsley, Davis, Jeremy, Kenzie, and Damien wheeled their luggage toward the departure gate. Jeremy was humming a random tune, Davis was trying to balance a cup of coffee while walking, and Kenzie was scrolling through her phone to check their itinerary.
“First stop—Italy,” Damien said with a grin, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.
“Let’s just hope you planned something fun,” Kingsley muttered, shoving his boarding pass into his pocket.
“Fun?” Davis smirked. “It’s us. Italy won’t know what hit it.”
With that, they disappeared into the crowd, the hum of excitement following them as the trip officially began
Lily apartment
The warm smell of chocolate chip cookies drifted through Lily’s living room as papers, markers, and notebooks were scattered across the coffee table. Sylvia sat cross-legged on the rug, leaning over a large sheet of paper, while Lily lounged on the couch with a pillow hugged to her chest.
At the top of the page, Sylvia had neatly written in blue marker: Science Class – Two-Week Pre-Exam Activity Plan.
Lily tilted her head, watching Sylvia jot down another bullet point. “Wait… why are you doing all this alone? Where’s Kingsley? I thought he was supposed to help.”
“He’s on a trip with the guys,” Sylvia said without looking up. “If I wait for him to get back, nothing will be ready in time.”
Lily frowned. “That’s not fair. This is supposed to be both of you planning.”
Sylvia just shrugged, flipping a page in her planner. “It’s fine. I’d rather get it done than waste time arguing.”
She began reading from her notes. “Week One:
Day 1 – Biology drills challenge and physics
Day 2 – Plant cell and animal cell observation
Day 3 – Physics simple machines demo
Day 4 – Group presentation on energy sources
Day 5 – Science crossword challenge.”
“And Week Two?” Lily asked, reaching for a cookie.
Sylvia wrote quickly:
Day 6 – Chemistry experiment showcase
Day 7 – Acid-base indicator lab
Day 8 – Science quiz prelims
Day 9 – Science quiz finals
Day 10 – Award presentation and exhibition.
Lily sighed. “This is a lot for one person.”
“I’ll manage,” Sylvia said with a small smile. “But you can help me with the quiz questions if you want.”
“You don’t even have to ask,” Lily said, grinning as she grabbed her notebook.
Outside the window, the sun dipped lower, the sky turning gold. While the sound of their pens scratching filled the room, Kingsley and the boys were already somewhere miles away, starting their weekend adventure.
The sun had barely set when the first pictures from Kingsley’s trip started appearing on social media.
A snapshot of the boys clinking glasses over plates of pasta.
A video of Damien trying—and failing—to pronounce gnocchi correctly.
A candid of Kingsley leaning against a stone railing, the warm lights of Venice reflecting in the water behind him.
Lily phone buzzed on the coffee table, but she didn’t check it
Meanwhile Sylvia hands moved steadily, sketching a rough outline of the science quiz banner. however, peeked at the screen before Lily picked her phone.
“Wow,” she said, scrolling. “Looks like they’re having fun.”
Sylvia didn’t answer right away. She dotted an “i” on the banner sketch before replying, “Good for them.”
Lily glanced at her friend, catching the slight tightness in her voice. “You’re not upset?”
“No. I just… wish he’d told me earlier,” Sylvia said, flipping to another page. “We could’ve split the tasks before he left.”
Lily’s brows furrowed, but she didn’t push. Instead, she changed the subject. “Okay, so for Day Two—the cell observation—you’re thinking of borrowing microscopes from the lab, right?”
“Yeah,” Sylvia said, grateful for the shift. “And we’ll need fresh slides. I’ll talk to Mr. Clark on Monday.”
Meanwhile, in italy the group spilled out of a gelato shop, laughter echoing against the cobblestones.
“Kingsley, man, you’ve got to try this,” Davis said, shoving a cone toward him. “Best pistachio gelato in the world.”
Kingsley smirked but shook his head. “I’ll pass. You know I’m not into sweets.”
Damien raised a brow. “You’ve been in a mood since we landed. What’s up?”
“Nothing.”
But his gaze drifted to his phone, to a message Sylvia had sent before they boarded the plane—
Don’t forget, we still have the teachers’ approval form to finalize when you’re back.
He hadn’t replied.
Back at Lily’s apartment, the coffee table was now a chaotic battlefield of colored pens, sticky notes, and crumpled drafts.
Sylvia stretched her arms above her head. “Okay… I think we’re almost done with Week One’s prep list.”
Lily tapped her pen against her lips. “You’re seriously going to finish this whole thing before he gets back, aren’t you?”
“I have to,” Sylvia said, a quiet resolve in her voice. “It’s not about who gets the credit. It’s about making sure the class is ready.”
Outside, night had fully claimed the sky. In two different corners of the world, Sylvia and Kingsley were moving forward—one buried in careful planning, the other swept up in a foreign adventure. Neither of them knew how differently they would see each other when the trip was over.
●Brocks high school●
Monday morning the low hum of conversation filled the teachers’ office as stacks of papers shifted and coffee cups clinked. Posters for the upcoming exam season were already pinned to the bulletin board, and the faint scent of chalk dust lingered in the air.
Sylvia stepped in, clutching a folder thick with schedules and proposal sheets. Her hair was neatly tied back, and her pen was clipped to her planner—a small but steady shield against the slight nerves stirring in her stomach.
“Miss Kelly,” Mr. Clark greeted from behind his desk. “I thought Mr. Brocks would be joining you today.”
“He’s… currently on a trip,” Sylvia said, offering a polite smile. “But I’ve prepared the complete plan for the Science Class pre-exam activities.”
Some of the teachers exchanged glances, but Mr. Clark motioned for her to continue.
Sylvia spread the sheets across the conference table, speaking clearly:
“Week One will focus on interactive models, lab work, and presentations—designed to reinforce core biology and physics concepts before exams. Week Two will shift toward chemistry demonstrations and the science quiz competition, culminating in an awards exhibition.”
Mrs. Hart, the biology teacher, nodded approvingly. “Ambitious. And all this was put together over the weekend?”
“Yes,” Sylvia replied, sliding forward the banner sketch Lily helped with. “We’ll need approval for lab equipment use and permission to invite outside judges for the quiz finals.”
Mr. Clark leaned back in his chair, studying her. “Well done, Sylvia I’ll sign off on this today. Make sure Kingsley is brought up to speed when he returns.”
“I will,” Sylvia said, though her tone carried an unspoken if he wants to be.
As she packed up the folder, she caught a whisper between two younger teachers near the doorway:
“She’s doing all this alone? Impressive.”
“Makes you wonder how much the boy’s actually helping.”
Sylvia didn’t flinch, but their words stayed with her as she stepped out into the hallway
Kingsley sat at a café table in the shadow of the Duomo, stirring his espresso without drinking it.
The others were already chatting about the day’s sightseeing plan, their voices blending with the buzz of tourists.
His phone screen lit up with a notification—
Sylvia: Teachers approved the activity schedule. Equipment requests submitted.
No emojis. No extra words. Just business.
He typed out a reply, hesitated, and then locked his phone without sending the reply
●Brocks high-school●
The glossy black sedan rolled to a stop in front of the gates, sunlight sliding along its curves like liquid gold.
Kingsley stepped out first, jacket slung over one shoulder, shirt collar open just enough to hint at the heat beneath the cool. Conversations in the courtyard faltered. Girls glanced over. Guys took note.
Davis and Jeremy piled out behind him—Davis yawning like a bear, Jeremy already flashing a grin toward the cluster of cheerleaders pretending not to stare.
“Two days away and the place still feels too small,” Davis muttered.
“That’s because your ego grew while we were gone,” Jeremy shot back, smirking.
Kingsley barely heard them. His eyes had already found her.
Sylvia.
She stood by the notice board, pen in hand, giving quick orders to the other council members. Her hair caught the morning light in warm strands, her skirt brushing just above the knee as the breeze teased the fabric.
She looked up—just for a heartbeat—locking eyes with him.
And then she looked straight past him.
No nod. No curve of a smile. Just ice.
Jeremy raised a brow. “Ouch. What did you do?”
Kingsley’s mouth curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Nothing she didn’t deserve.”
They walked past her, close enough that he caught the faint scent of vanilla and something warmer, darker.
She didn’t flinch nor acknowledge him. The pen kept moving, scratching words on paper like he wasn’t there.
By the time the guys split for their lockers, he was already pulling out his phone.
The last message glowed on the screen:
Sylvia: Teachers approved the activity schedule. Equipment requests submitted.
No emojis. No softness. Just business.
He’d typed a reply yesterday. Then erased it. Then typed again. Then locked the screen without sending.
Now, his thumb hovered over the keyboard. Still… nothing.
Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate.
“You planning on ignoring me all week?” Her voice was quiet, smooth—but it had teeth.
He didn’t turn around. “Maybe I’m waiting for the right moment.”
A soft scoff. “Or maybe you’re afraid to answer.”
When he finally spun to face her, she was already halfway down the hall, her hips swaying like she knew exactly what kind of fire she’d left him in.
And he let her walk away. For now.
T.B.C
