"Oh... who is that?" Stella whispered, her eyes widening to the size of saucers as her head darted back and forth between Ethan's brooding, lethal posture and Scott's smooth, arrogant smile. "Bella, you didn't tell me the enemies were a matched set. Is the entire campus populated by supermodels who want to fight over you?"
Molly let out a low, terrified groan, hiding her face in her hands as she shrank back against the stone railing.
"This is just messy," Molly uttered, her voice trembling as she sensed the immediate, violent shift in the atmosphere.
The air around the grand steps grew violently thick, the temperature plummeting so fast that Bella could practically see her own breath. The casual murmurs of the student body died out entirely, replaced by a suffocating, terrified silence
