I hated walking across campus alone, especially when I could feel eyes on me. Or maybe it was just my own paranoia.
It had been a weird couple of days since Ethan’s confrontation in the dorm. I thought once he knew the truth—that this fake relationship with Ryans was just a revenge scheme, nothing more—he’d back off. He had, sort of. But the warning he had given still echoed in my ears:
"Don’t let this turn into something else. Not with him."
As if I had any control over that.
Still, this whole thing had started to feel more like improv theatre than a calculated plan. One second Ryans was teasing me in class, the next he was tossing his arm around my shoulders in the dining hall. Every touch, every look, every joke—it was all scripted for an audience I couldn’t always see.
But today,
