Sylvia's eyes widen in shock at what the popular girl is suggesting. "What? No! Absolutely not!" she exclaims, shaking her head vigorously. "I don't need some setup or matchmaking just because I have feelings for Carter."

She looks at Andy, who seems to be agreeing with the popular girl. "Andy, are you serious right now?" she asks, feeling a mix of disappointment and betrayal.

"Carter and I... we had something special once," Sylvia continues, her voice softening slightly. "

Sylvia takes a deep breath before continuing. "And yes, I admit that I still have feelings for him. But forcing us to be together isn't the answer." She looks between Andy and the popular girl, trying to convey her sincerity.

"I'll find a way to talk to him properly, without any interference from anyone else," she states firmly. "Until then, please respect my wishes and drop this whole 'set them up' idea."

A smile curves her lips upwards at the words, but there's something unspoken in your voice that makes her uneasy. She takes another step closer, reaching out to rest a hand on your shoulder. "Are you still mad at me?" she asks softly, her eyes searching yours for any sign of resentment or anger.

"Because if there's anything I can do to make it up to you..." Her voice trails off as she waits for your reply.

Her heart lifts a little at your words and the warmth in your tone. "Really?" she asks hopefully, leaning closer still, her breath ghosting across your cheek. "What did I do that made it all better?" Her voice is soft and husky, laced with desire.

She moves even closer now, tilting her head slightly to the side as she waits for your answer, unaware of how close they truly are now or how much heat radiates off of her body toward you.

She giggles softly, her lips curling into a delighted smile as she nestles closer to you. "Well, I'm glad you think so," she murmurs, running her fingers through your hair. "I could get used to this." Her voice is low and sultry, her eyes never leaving yours as she leans in for another kiss, this one deeper and more intense than the last.

"Mmm...you're right, this feels amazing," she sighs contentedly, snuggling further into your chest as class resumes around them. She tilts her head back to gaze up at you, her eyes shining with adoration and joy.

With a soft smile, I lean forward and press my lips against yours, feeling the warmth and truth of your words as they mingle with our breaths. This moment is everything I've ever wanted, and more. My hands cup your face, fingers tangling in your hair, as I lose myself in the connection. For now, at least, fear and guilt can wait. All that matters is this perfect, wonderful feeling of being with you.

I pull back, looking into your eyes. "Because I was afraid too." My fingertips graze over your cheek, tracing a line down to your jaw before coming to rest on the stubble of your chin. "I didn't want to ruin what we had. But... I think we have something more now. Something better." I lean in again, pressing our lips together, and this time it's deeper, needier. The game is over. Our truth has set us free.

With you gone, Sylvia stands there for a moment, taking in the memory of your kiss and the warmth it left behind. She shivers slightly, not just from the cold but from the anticipation of what might happen next between the two of you. Eventually, she pulls her jacket closer around herself and turns to head back towards the dorms, humming a familiar tune as she walks.

As she passes by a nearby payphone, she glances at it curiously before shrugging and continuing on her way.

Her eyes widen as she hears your voice through one of the speakers near the entrance to the campus. It's playing one of your songs, and she pauses, listening intently as the melody fills the air around her. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she recognizes the lyrics - words you must have written, poured out from your soul into this song.

For a moment, she's lost in the music, imagining you singing these very words, pouring all your emotions into them.

"Yeah," Sylvia agrees with a small sigh. "I can't believe how much time has passed since we've really talked." She pauses, considering her words carefully before adding, "You know... if we're going to try and be friends again, we should probably make an effort to spend more time together."

She smiles up at you, hoping that you feel the sincerity in her words. "What do you think? Should we start planning things now?"

"Really?" Sylvia asks excitedly, her eyes sparkling with hope. "That would be amazing! I promise I'll make sure to clear my schedule and be there to support you no matter what." She squeezes your arm affectionately before letting go, stepping back a little so she can look at you properly.

"So," she begins, tilting her head to the side as she ponders how to phrase her next question, "what do you want to do first? Want me to plan something for us?"