~~Elena~~
The next morning, we arrived on campus—and froze.
The whole place was crowded. Students clustered near the parking lot like something big was happening. Mariana and I exchanged a puzzled look as she pulled into an open space.
Then I saw him.
Antonio.
He leaned casually against his sleek car, like he’d been glued there all night. His hands were shoved casually in his pockets.
Sunglasses on…
but his eyes — definitely fixed on our car.
“Tell me he isn’t waiting for us,” Mariana whispered.
I swallowed. “Unfortunately… I think he is.”
Mariana parked, and we stepped out — pretending we did not notice him.
But of course, he wouldn’t allow that.
He rushed forward and blocked my path.
“No, nope— that was rude,” he said immediately, shaking his head and wagging a finger as if
