Leonel, who had always been close to her since childhood wasn't really embarrassed by the situation. He tenderly placed his hand on her abdomen and asked with genuine concern, “Does it hurt here?"

Alexis instinctively wanted to remove his hand, but Leonel kept it there and softly rubbed her belly. “Is this helping you feel any better?" he inquired gently.

Alexis' face flushed with anger. "I'm bleeding more," she said.

Reacting swiftly, Leonel removed his jacket.

Standing tall almost at 6 feet even at the age of only 16, his jacket was large enough to cover Alexis like a dress. He wrapped it around her and without hesitation, lifted her into his arms.

She was caught off guard by his sudden action.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and murmured, "Leonel?"

As the night deepened, the school grounds were slowly emptying, but there were still people around.

The few people remaining in school looked at them curiously.

Alexis felt self-conscious and attempted to get down. She kicked him with her long legs but Leonel firmly held her in place. “Stay still.

You're bleeding, aren't you?"

Alexis looked at him.

She was close enough to catch the clean, youthful scent that was uniquely his. It was distinctly different from an adult man's smell.

Though Alexis had feelings for Leonel, being carried like this made her shy.

In that moment, their young hearts raced in silence.

Their history was one of deep familiarity, having grown up together.

They even shared the innocent closeness of sleeping side by side as children.

But now, the context had changed. Leonel's gesture of carrying her which was once a simple act of childhood friendship, now held a new and unspoken meaning.

She remained in his arms with her red cheeks. It wasn't until they reached the car that Leonel gently set her down.

Beneath Alexis in the car lay Leonel's jacket. He used it to provide her with additional cover.