VIOLET
Going out with Ethan was supposed to make things simpler.
It was supposed to be the clean break my chaotic freshman year desperately needed. A normal relationship with a normal sophomore who didn't carry the emotional weight of a professional sports contract or a decade of family loyalty on his broad shoulders.
"Hey, watch your step," Ethan said, his hand sliding smoothly against the small of my back as he guided me through the packed entrance of the campus student lounge.
Tonight was the university’s autumn acoustic gala—an event that basically meant the student union was dressed up in expensive string lights, fake golden leaves, and crowded with kids looking for free mocktails and a reason to dress up. The atmosphere was loud, vibrant, and bursting with energy. A student sing
