Chapter 11 — The Rumor Game
979 Words
Lena Carter
The rumors officially exploded on Monday morning.
Not subtle whispers anymore.
Not secret assumptions.
Actual chaos.
Because apparently someone had taken a blurry photo of Lena leaving the sports building late Friday night with Ethan’s hoodie wrapped around her shoulders.
Now the entire school was obsessed.
Lena walked through the hallway while students openly stared.
Fantastic.
“You’re trending on Westbridge Confessions,” Ava announced dramatically during lunch.
Lena nearly dropped her water bottle.
“I hate this school.”
Ava shoved her phone forward.
POST #184:
Lena Carter and Ethan Hayes are definitely hooking up.
The tension is insane.
Another post underneath read:
They either secretly hate each other or secretly want to ruin each other’s lives in bed.
Lena covered her face instantly.
“Oh my God.”
Ava looked delighted.
“This is the best thing that’s happened all semester.”
“It’s horrible.”
“You’re blushing.”
“I’m angry.”
“You’re absolutely not angry.”
Before Lena could argue further, loud cheering erupted near the cafeteria entrance.
Ethan walked in.
And somehow—
somehow—
he looked even more attractive today.
Which felt deeply unfair considering he was currently destroying her emotional stability.
Students immediately started whispering louder.
Ethan noticed instantly.
Then his eyes found Lena across the cafeteria.
And the i***t smirked.
Like he enjoyed this.
He walked toward her table casually while half the room watched.
“You look stressed,” he said innocently.
Lena glared. “You think?”
“I think people are entertained.”
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
Ethan leaned slightly closer.
“Maybe because watching you flustered is cute.”
Her heartbeat betrayed her immediately.
Ava looked seconds away from screaming.
“Can you two either date already or kill each other?” she asked.
“Working on both,” Ethan answered calmly.
Lena kicked his leg under the table.
He barely reacted.
Annoyingly.
The bell rang soon after, forcing students toward afternoon classes.
Lena grabbed her books quickly, desperate to escape before another embarrassing rumor spread.
Unfortunately Ethan followed her into the hallway.
“You’re avoiding me again.”
“I’m avoiding public humiliation.”
“You care too much what people think.”
Lena stopped walking suddenly.
“Easy for you to say.”
Ethan frowned slightly at her tone.
“Lena—”
“You don’t understand what it’s like,” she interrupted quietly. “People expect things from me all the time.”
The frustration in her voice surprised him.
Because underneath Lena’s perfectionism was exhaustion.
And Ethan was beginning to notice it more often now.
He gently grabbed her wrist before she could walk away again.
“Come here tonight.”
Her eyebrows lifted slightly.
“Where?”
“The old gym.”
“That sounds suspicious.”
“It is suspicious.”
Despite herself, she smiled slightly.
Ethan noticed immediately.
“There’s that smile again.”
“You’re annoying.”
“And yet you’re still coming tonight.”
Lena hated that he was right.
The old gym sat mostly abandoned behind the newer sports buildings, used only for storage now.
Lena arrived around nine that evening wearing an oversized hoodie and sneakers, nerves already building in her chest.
The second she stepped inside, she found Ethan sitting on top of the bleachers holding takeout boxes.
“You brought food?”
“You skipped lunch.”
Her chest tightened unexpectedly.
Because Ethan noticed everything.
“You remembered?”
“I remember a lot about you.”
Dangerous answer.
Lena sat beside him slowly while he handed her noodles and a drink.
The gym remained dimly lit and quiet around them.
Private.
Intimate.
Too intimate.
“This is weirdly nice,” she admitted quietly.
Ethan smirked. “Careful, Captain. You almost sounded affectionate.”
“Don’t ruin the moment.”
He laughed softly.
For a while they just sat there talking:
complaining about teachers
discussing competitions
teasing each other endlessly
And somehow it felt normal.
That scared Lena most.
Because Ethan was no longer just tension and chaos anymore.
He was becoming comfort too.
At some point Ethan stretched his arm lazily behind her shoulders.
Lena looked at him suspiciously.
“What are you doing?”
“Relaxing.”
“You’re very bad at relaxing.”
“So are you.”
Fair point.
After a moment, Lena slowly leaned against him anyway.
Ethan immediately went quiet.
Because this—
this felt dangerous in an entirely different way.
Not physical.
Not reckless.
Just soft.
Real.
His fingers absentmindedly brushed against her arm while she rested against his shoulder.
And suddenly Ethan realized something terrifying:
He could genuinely fall in love with this girl.
The thought hit hard enough to scare him.
Lena tilted her head up slightly.
“You okay?”
Ethan looked down at her.
Too close again.
Always too close.
“No,” he admitted honestly.
Her expression softened immediately.
Then quietly—
“Good.”
Ethan blinked. “Good?”
“You should be nervous too.”
He laughed softly before leaning down slowly.
Lena met him halfway.
This kiss felt different.
Less desperate.
More intimate.
Slow enough to feel everything.
Ethan’s hand slid gently into her hair while Lena climbed into his lap without thinking.
The movement surprised both of them.
But neither stopped.
The tension deepened instantly.
Ethan’s hands settled carefully at her waist while Lena kissed him harder this time, frustration and want mixing together dangerously.
A soft sound escaped her when his fingers tightened slightly against her hips.
That sound nearly destroyed his remaining self-control.
“Lena,” he breathed against her lips.
She looked at him through uneven breaths.
“What?”
“You’re making this very difficult.”
A small smile appeared on her face.
“Good.”
And Ethan realized right then—
he was completely screwed.
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