Leon's POV
I was lying on my bed, my phone resting on my chest as I stared at the ceiling. I had spent the past hour scrolling through Lemon's social media. She rarely posted anything—just a few pictures here and there. But one caught my eye.
It was a photo of her with medium-short hair, deep brown eyes that seemed to stare right through the screen, and a floral knee-length dress. Her smile was breathtaking. It felt as if she was looking directly at me, and before I knew it, my face was heating up.
I sat up abruptly, shaking my head. What the hell was I doing? This feeling was new… unfamiliar, but oddly comforting. Just as I was about to turn off my phone, a notification popped up.
[New Message from Lemon Elise Carter]
At the Dorm
The six girls sat in a circle, all with serious expressions. But despite their efforts, their faces were unintentionally humorous—Scarlett's lips were pursed as if holding back laughter, Riley was biting her cheek to stop from smirking.
Lemon sighed before finally sending the message.
[Lemon]: Hi.
[Leon]: Hey there, Miss Elise. To what do I owe this pleasure?
[Lemon]: Miss Elise? Since when am I Miss Elise?
[Leon]: Since I decided you needed a fancy name. But if you don't like it, I could call you something else. Sweetheart? Princess? ....Love?
[Lemon]: ...Just Lemon is fine.
[Leon]: Noted. So, what's up, Miss Lemon?
[Lemon]: Just wanted to talk. You left this school after the first year, right?
[Leon]: Yeah, why? Doing a background check on me? Should I be worried? 😏
[Lemon]: No, just curious. Why did you leave?
[Leon]: My mom made me transfer. Said it was best for me, but she never really explained why.
[Lemon]: You didn't ask?
[Leon]: I did, but she always avoided the question. It was weird.
[Lemon]: Must've been tough, changing schools like that.
[Leon]: It was. But enough about me. What about you? What are you studying?
[Lemon]: Science. Hoping to do something with it in the future. Maybe forensic science.
[Leon]: Damn, so you're smart and beautiful? Dangerous combination.
[Lemon]: Oh, please.
[Leon]: No, seriously. If I were a criminal, I'd be scared of you. 😆
[Lemon]: Good. You should be.
[Leon]: Noted. So, what's this really about, Lemon?
Lemon hesitated, then decided to just say it.
[Lemon]: We're trying to solve a murder case. The police aren't doing anything, and the school is trying to cover it up.
[Leon]: Wait... what?
[Lemon]: Yeah. We think it has something to do with the past. And since you were in the first year back then, you might know something that could help us.
Leon stared at the screen, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He hadn't expected this. But after a moment, he smiled to himself.
[Leon]: So, you're basically playing detective?
[Lemon]: You could say that.
[Leon]: And you want me to be part of this little mystery club?
[Lemon]: Only if you want to.
Leon smirked and leaned back against his bed, typing his response with confidence.
[Leon]: If you're in danger, I'll be there too.
The moment Lemon read the message, her heart skipped a beat.
Scarlett, who had been reading over her shoulder, gasped dramatically. "OH. MY. GOD."
Hazel nearly screamed. "Girl, he's SIMPING."
Autumn shook Lemon's shoulders. "Did he just pledge his undying loyalty to you?"
Riley add with her Lil sobbing, "Our Lemon is all grown up".
Lemon groaned. "Shut up!" But her face was burning, and the teasing only got worse.
Evelyn smirked. "You know, for someone who claimed she didn't care, you sure are blushing a lot."
Lemon buried her face in her hands. This was going to be a late night chatting.