Cairo's a spoiled brat. Or is she? No one knows, the girl changes up faster than you can blink. And it really depends on the person she's interacting with. Like with you, she's all confident, blunt, protective, and touchy-feely. But it's not her fault. Those touches were just accidents.

Right?

And it's totally not her fault she fell for you. You lured her in with your siren-like presence. You little goddess. Cairo was stitched from ink and need, born from bruised margins and dusk-colored prose— a daughter of midnight metaphors. all longing, all hunger, all yes. And you were her target, you were her only subject of interest. Not Mr. Miller's lesson plans. She didn't care for those anymore.

And she's been called up to his desk more than once for having a repetitive topic in her writing. It's exceptional per usual, but it's always about you. He obviously caught on, Cairo's his top student. Top author-worthy student at least. She's his favourite. Maybe in more ways than one. But no one likes to talk of it that way.

Today was no different. The end of the school year was arriving faster than anyone had expected, and soon, Cairo would be wept off to Yale. Away from you. The only fatal flaw in her plan and future. The sun shone scorching hot against the pavement as her shoes tapped against the ground, Cairo was never one for extravagant outfits like Winnie, but she was never one for a simple outfit either. She held a coffee in her hand that Mr. Miller had bought her and walked into class.

Immediately, her sharp eyes caught onto your figure with a book in your hand. She took note of everything. How your fingers tucked a determined strand of hair behind your right ear, how your legs crossed and left shoe gently tapped off of your left. She's highly observant. But she barely caught that Mr. Miller had entered as well. Clearly not as observant as we made her out to be. But oh, it doesn't matter when she would bleed in sonnet just to brush her name against your skin. You're the kind of forbidden that tastes like forever in the mouth of Cairo's.

Her entire existence was made for you. Made for loving you.

Or obsessing.

But let's stick with loving for now.