Chapter 3: The Rumor Everyone Believed
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By October, the Chemistry project had become less of a project and more of a routine.
The first few meetings had been awkward, filled with careful conversations and long stretches of silence while they focused on assignments. Now, however, they had settled into an easy rhythm. They knew which table in the library would be empty after school. They knew who preferred which side of the table. They even knew exactly how long it would take before one of them got distracted and started talking about something completely unrelated to chemistry.
Every Tuesday and Thursday after school, Ariana and Ethan met in the library.
The library was usually quiet at that hour, bathed in the warm orange glow of late-afternoon sunlight filtering through the tall windows. The distant hum of the air conditioner mixed with the occasional turning of pages and the soft squeak of chairs moving across the floor. It had become a strangely comfortable place for both of them.
Sometimes they worked.
They filled notebooks with calculations, compared lab results, and argued over formulas neither of them particularly enjoyed.
Sometimes they spent half the afternoon discussing books instead.
One conversation about a novel could easily become a debate about characters, which somehow turned into a discussion about movies, which then drifted into completely unrelated topics.
Mrs. Dawson probably would not have approved.
If she had walked by their table and seen the chemistry textbook sitting untouched while they argued about fictional endings, she likely would have assigned them extra work on the spot.
Fortunately, she never asked.
“You’re distracted.”
Ethan looked up from his notes.
Across the table, Ariana was watching him suspiciously, her pencil resting against her notebook as she narrowed her eyes.
“I’m not distracted.”
“You’ve been staring at the same page for five minutes.”
“I’ve been reading.”
“You’ve been pretending to read.”
Ethan closed the textbook with a quiet thump.
Ariana smiled triumphantly.
“I knew it.”
He shook his head.
“You’re impossible.”
“So I’ve been told.”
The conversation was interrupted by a voice behind them.
“Found you.”
Ariana immediately looked up.
A grin spread across her face.
“Ryan.”
Ethan’s stomach sank.
Not dramatically.
Not painfully.
Just enough.
Just enough for him to notice the feeling before he quickly tried to ignore it.
Ryan Walker dropped into the empty chair beside Ariana as if he belonged there.
He leaned back comfortably, one arm draped over the chair, completely at ease.
Maybe he did.
At least, everyone else seemed to think so.
Ryan was one of those people who looked comfortable everywhere.
Whether he was walking through crowded hallways, standing in front of a classroom, or sitting in the library where he clearly had no reason to be, he always seemed confident.
Basketball captain.
Honor student.
Popular without trying.
The type of guy teachers trusted and students admired.
“Coach moved practice again,” Ryan complained.
Ariana winced.
“Again?”
“Apparently we’re preparing for the championship.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It is a bad thing.”
Ryan pointed at her.
“You’re supposed to support me.”
“I’m supporting you from a safe distance.”
Ryan laughed.
The sound drew a few curious glances from nearby students.
Ethan stared at his notes.
The conversation continued effortlessly around him.
Like watching two people speak a language only they understood.
Not because they were flirting.
Because they were familiar.
Years of friendship showed in every exchange. They interrupted each other without hesitation, understood jokes before they were fully explained, and argued in a way that never felt serious.
Comfortable.
Natural.
And somehow that felt worse.
“You coming Friday?” Ryan asked.
Ariana frowned.
“Friday?”
“The game.”
“Oh.”
She thought for a moment.
“Maybe.”
Ryan gasped dramatically.
“Maybe?”
“I have a life.”
“No, you don’t.”
“That’s rude.”
“It’s true.”
Ariana rolled her eyes.
Ryan grinned.
Ethan focused very hard on a chemical equation.
Unfortunately, chemical equations were significantly less distracting than Ariana laughing.
The sound carried across the table, light and genuine, and Ethan hated how quickly he noticed it.
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After Ryan left, silence settled over the table.
The chair beside Ariana sat empty again.
Ariana returned to her notes.
Ethan attempted to do the same.
The scratching of pencils against paper filled the space between them.
Then, before he could stop himself, he asked,
“Are you going to the game?”
Ariana looked surprised.
“The basketball game?”
He nodded.
She shrugged.
“Probably.”
“You like basketball?”
“No.”
Ethan blinked.
“Then why go?”
Ariana looked genuinely confused.
“To support Ryan.”
“Oh.”
Something uncomfortable settled in Ethan’s chest.
The answer had come so naturally that she hadn’t even needed to think about it.
Of course.
To support Ryan.
What other reason would there be?
He looked back down at his notebook, suddenly finding the equations much harder to focus on.
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The following day only made things worse.
Ethan was walking toward class when he overheard two students talking near their lockers.
The hallway was crowded with students moving between classes, locker doors slamming shut and conversations echoing off the walls.
“You think Ryan and Ariana are going to prom together?”
“Obviously.”
“They’re basically dating already.”
“Yeah.”
Ethan kept walking.
But the words followed him anyway.
They’re basically dating already.
The sentence repeated itself in his mind long after he had reached class.
By lunchtime, he’d heard similar comments three more times.
At one table, a group of students casually discussed them while eating.
Near the vending machines, someone joked about when they would finally make things official.
Even in the hallway after lunch, he caught fragments of the same conversation.
Apparently everyone thought the same thing.
Ryan and Ariana.
Ariana and Ryan.
The perfect couple.
The inevitable couple.
The couple that simply hadn’t announced they were a couple yet.
The strange thing was that neither of them ever corrected anyone.
Maybe because the rumors were true.
Maybe because they didn’t care.
Maybe because there was nothing to correct.
Ethan didn’t know.
And he wasn’t brave enough to ask.
Every time he considered bringing it up, he imagined how ridiculous he would sound.
So he stayed silent.
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That Friday, Ariana showed up at the basketball game.
The gymnasium was packed.
Students filled the bleachers, school colors covered nearly every section, and the noise of conversations blended with the squeak of sneakers on polished hardwood floors.
The smell of popcorn drifted through the air while the school band played loudly from one corner of the gym.
Ryan spotted her in the crowd almost immediately.
Despite the hundreds of people in attendance, his eyes found her within seconds.
He waved.
Ariana waved back.
The students around her exchanged knowing looks.
Several girls smiled.
One even whispered something to her friend.
Both of them glanced toward Ryan before trying—and failing—not to laugh.
Ariana remained completely oblivious.
As usual.
She spent the entire game reading a novel whenever the action slowed down.
The book rested open in her lap while cheers erupted around her.
Whenever the crowd exploded after a basket, she would glance up briefly, clap once or twice, then return to reading.
Ryan nearly lost his mind when he noticed.
After a timeout, he jogged toward the bleachers and pointed accusingly at the book.
“You’re reading?”
Ariana looked up from her book.
“The game’s boring.”
“You came here voluntarily.”
“I came to support you.”
“By reading?”
“Exactly.”
Ryan looked offended.
Ariana laughed.
The crowd laughed with her.
Even a few nearby students shook their heads, amused by the familiar exchange.
And from the opposite side of the gym, Ethan watched the entire conversation unfold.
He sat several rows up, surrounded by cheering students, yet somehow felt completely separate from all of them.
He watched how easy they were together.
How comfortable.
How familiar.
How naturally they fit into each other’s lives.
And for the first time, a thought entered his mind.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Just quiet enough to hurt.
Maybe she was never going to choose someone like him.
Maybe she had already chosen.
And maybe everyone else had simply noticed before he did.
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