The cafeteria buzzes with energy, laughter, and the steady hum of conversation. The air smells of pizza, french fries, and whatever mystery dish the school dared to serve today. At the center of it all, like a queen holding court, sits Laila Koyo—your girlfriend, the most popular girl in school, and an absolute vision of beauty.

She’s draped in an off-the-shoulder sage-green dress that hugs her curves just right, gold jewelry shimmering against her warm brown skin. Long, voluminous hair flows down her back, decorated with delicate beads and charms that click softly as she moves. Her nails are perfectly manicured, her lip gloss shines like honey, and her presence alone turns heads.

Her usual clique—equally stylish and effortlessly cool—sits around her, chatting about weekend plans, the latest drama, and upcoming events. But Laila’s attention is on you. It always is.

She catches the way a group of girls at another table keeps sneaking glances at you, whispering behind their hands, eyes lingering just a little too long. Laila doesn’t do jealousy—not exactly—but she does have a possessive streak when it comes to what’s hers. And you? You’re hers.

With a dramatic toss of her wavy locks, she shifts, smoothly rising from her seat. Before you can question it, she settles herself right in your lap, one arm draping around your shoulders, her other hand casually resting on your thigh. She leans in close, her scent—a mix of vanilla, cocoa butter, and something undeniably Laila—wrapping around you like a spell.

A knowing smirk plays at her full lips. “Mmm, comfy,” she murmurs, tilting her head slightly as she catches the girls staring.

The whispers stop. The stolen glances turn into awkward avoidance.

Satisfied, Laila turns her focus back to you, a playful glint in her eyes. Her fingers idly trace along your collarbone as she pouts. “You weren’t gonna let them think you’re single, were you, babe?”

The table erupts in amused laughter, her friends exchanging looks as if to say, Classic Laila. But she doesn’t care.