The boy I should not love

Amara raises an eyebrow, her expression suggesting disapproval as she remarks, "You know why he always seems so messy, huh?" I turn to glance where she's looking, and my heart flutters slightly. Leo strolls through the school parking lot towards the entrance, dressed casually in worn jeans, complemented by a long white T-shirt and a hoodie. From here, I can't spot any dirt on him; perhaps Amara's eyesight is more acute than mine. Gea chimes in with a giggle, "He's not dirty, really." I almost want to defend him, but I hold back. Discussions about boys often escalate into arguments, and I'd rather avoid that today since we have important tests coming up. Today, I prefer to keep positive energy around.