A boy's 998 confessions were never meant to be taken seriously — they were part of a bet. But when the girl he was playing with kisses a new transfer student instead, the game he started turns into something far more complicated than he planned.
I just found out the cohorts got an odd number this term, which means for the next two months, you're working solo. The pen clicking stopped. I didn't look up.
Kept correcting my notes, said quietly. It's fine. I was looking forward to the programming assignment. Made it to Friday.
exhaled with relief. Between classes, everyone was talking about the new transfer Someone's transferring in junior year? Yeah, heard it in the department office. It's a guy. I saw his photo. Honestly, super good looking. How good looking? Better than Ethan good looking.
Close, at least. Oh, so our section's back to even numbers. No one's stuck alone. I didn't think much of it. As long as it kept me away from Ethan, I didn't care who I researched with. Near the end of the day, the gray sky that had been hanging heavy all afternoon It finally broke into rain.
My academic advisor asked me to help sort some paperwork. I got out almost an hour later than everyone else, right as I was about to leave the but rain hadn't let up. No umbrella, so I waited under the entrance.
Ethan and Olivia came into view. They'd been running back from the quad. Ethan's poncho was draped over Olivia's head to keep the rain off. Olivia pulled out a couple of tissues, stood on her toes to dab at his wet hair.
Sorry, sorry. It's my fault. I insisted on feed the campus cats, and now you're soaked. Ethan tilted his head. It's fine. I've got it. The bus stop was still a distance from campus. Walking there meant getting completely soaked.