VIOLET
The first time someone called Ethan my boyfriend, I laughed.
The second time... I wasn't so sure it was a joke.
It happened on a rainy Monday morning in the crowded student union lobby. Mia and I were standing in a ridiculously long line for bagels when Sarah, a girl from our biology lecture, tapped my shoulder with a massive, knowing grin on her face.
"Hey, Violet," Sarah chirped, leaning in as if she were sharing a classified state secret. "Are you and your boyfriend coming to the track team fundraiser mixer on Thursday? Everyone’s saying you guys are literally the cutest couple on the freshman quad right now."
My breath caught completely in my throat, a sudden, erratic flush creeping up my neck. "Oh, Ethan? No, we’re just—"
"Don't even try it, Reed," Sarah giggled, waving h
