By lunchtime, my name was practically trending across campus.
Not literally but it sure felt that way. Because everywhere I went, someone was whispering. Whispering and staring. At a time, I caught a girl blatantly taking a photo of me in the hallway and she was not even bothering to hide it behind a fake yawn or a flipped phone. Just click and swipe!
All because Ryans Maddox, captain of the Boston Thunders and general walking Greek god, showed up in my class with coffee and a heart on a cup like we were starring in a Hallmark movie.
And the worst part was that I drank the damn coffee. Every. Last. Drop.
How could I do less than that when the man had bought me my favourite coffee? How?
My fingers still tingled from how warm the cup had been. Or maybe that was the leftover adrenaline f
