The morning air was crisp, cool, brushing against my skin as I walked down the sidewalk. Leaves crunched under my sneakers, the sky a soft gray, hinting at the possibility of rain later in the day.
And right beside me—Ethan.
If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I would be walking to school with him, I would have told them to shove it up their ass.
Yet here we were.
I scowled at the universe.
What kind of sick joke was this?
I snuck a glance at him, at the way he walked—composed, confident, effortless.
He had that annoying grace, the kind that made it look like he didn’t have to try at anything, like he just existed beautifully without effort.
His hands were shoved into the pockets of his black hoodie, his jacket unzipped, revealing a plain white shirt underneath. The
