Chapter Two: Don't Get Used to Me
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Maya
By the time the lecture ended, I had already made three decisions.
First, Professor Williams talked far too much.
Second, I desperately needed coffee.
And third, I was never sitting beside Ethan Carter again.
I quickly packed my notebook and stood.
“Leaving already?”
I froze.
Ethan was standing beside me, one hand in his pocket and that same confident smile on his face.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because class is over.”
He laughed softly. “You always give obvious answers?”
“Only when people ask obvious questions.”
His smile grew.
“You're funny.”
“I wasn't trying to be.”
“That makes it even better.”
I rolled my eyes and headed for the door.
“Maya.”
I stopped.
Ethan held out my pen.
“You forgot this.”
I looked at it, then at him.
“I thought it was yours.”
“No. It's yours.”
“How do you know?”
“You wrote your name on it.”
I took the pen.
“Thanks.”
“You're welcome.”
I started walking again.
A few seconds later, I realized he was walking beside me.
I glanced at him.
“Why are you following me?”
“I'm going this way.”
“You don't even know where I'm going.”
He shrugged. “I don't need to.”
I stopped.
He stopped too.
“Are you always this annoying?”
“Pretty much.”
“At least you're honest.”
“I try.”
For a moment, we simply looked at each other.
Then his eyes dropped to my notebook.
“Journalism?”
I nodded.
“You're a journalism major?”
“Yes.”
“Interesting.”
“What?”
“You don't look like a journalism major.”
I frowned.
“And what exactly does a journalism major look like?”
He thought for a second.
“I don't know.”
“Then maybe don't say things like that.”
He laughed.
“Fair enough.”
Before I could say anything else, someone called his name from across the hallway.
“Ethan!”
A group of guys stood near the stairs.
Ethan turned toward them.
“Coming!”
Then he looked back at me.
“I'll see you tomorrow.”
“You don't have to.”
“I know.”
His smile returned.
“That's what makes it fun.”
Then he walked away.
I stood there for a moment, watching him disappear into the crowd.
“Unbelievable.”
“Who?”
I nearly jumped.
Sofia appeared beside me, holding two cups of coffee.
“My roommate,” she said, handing one to me. “I've been looking everywhere for you.”
“Thanks.”
She looked over my shoulder.
Then she looked at me.
“Was that Ethan Carter?”
“You know him?”
Sofia laughed.
“Everyone knows Ethan Carter.”
“Why?”
“Because he's Ethan Carter.”
I gave her a blank look.
“That explains nothing.”
She smiled.
“Fine. He's from a wealthy family, he's one of the university's best basketball players, he gets excellent grades, and he's probably the most talked-about guy on campus.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“You know all that?”
“It's hard not to.”
“I didn't know he played basketball.”
Sofia stared at me.
“Where have you been?”
“In class.”
She laughed.
“Apparently you're the only person here who doesn't know Ethan.”
“Good.”
“Why is that good?”
“Because I don't care.”
Sofia gave me a knowing smile.
“You're going to fall for him.”
I nearly laughed.
“Never.”
“That's what everyone says.”
She linked her arm through mine, and we started walking toward the student center.
I tried to forget about Ethan.
I really did.
But as we crossed the courtyard, something made me glance back.
He was standing near the stairs with his friends.
And he was looking straight at me.
Our eyes met.
His lips curved into a small smile.
I immediately turned around.
Maybe Sofia was wrong.
Maybe I wouldn't fall for Ethan Carter.
But deep down, I had a strange feeling that Ethan wasn't planning on making it easy for me.
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