He Fell For My Sister From A Class Photo Chapter 10

He Fell For My Sister From A Class Photo Chapter 10

I rubbed my temples, frozen in place for a long beat.

Then Ethan looked up at me.

The library was dead silent this late, with barely anyone else around but the two of us.

He lowered his voice. “Eliza, can you walk me through this? Everyone says you’re really sharp at

this subject.”

He nudged my arm lightly. “I seriously don’t get it.”

I stared at his painfully earnest face.

It took me back to all those late nights in my senior year of high school.

I was always stuck on the final physics and advanced math problems.

I’d snap a photo and send it to him.

He’d write out clean, step-by-step solutions on scratch paper and send them back.

The problem in front of me was just a basic calculus question.

There was no way Ethan couldn’t do it.

But if I refused or called him out on it…

I looked at his calm expression.

A suspicion bubbled up inside me, almost impossible to ignore.

My head was spinning. I pushed the thought away, too scared to dig any deeper.

I just took his notebook and briefly explained the problem to him.

When I finished, I paused and looked up.

Ethan had his head tilted, his eyes glued to my face.

He was so close I could see the soft, dark warmth in his eyes.

I had no idea how long he’d been staring.

That uncanny feeling in my chest only grew stronger.

I handed his notebook back. “That’s it,” I said.

Ethan snapped out of it.

He packed up his stuff slowly, murmuring, “I still don’t really get it.”

I didn’t look up. “I’m not that good. Find someone else to explain it.”

My words came out harsh.

But Ethan just laughed.

“Thank you,” he said.

Then he added softly, “Eliza.”

The day after finals, our class threw a pre-winter-break party.

I’d planned on skipping it entirely.

But the class rep came to talk to me in person, asking me to come.

He was big on class bonding and always went out of his way to include me at events.

So in the end, I couldn’t brush off his good intentions.

Our freshman year winter break party was our first real chance to let loose as legal adults.

That dinner was swimming in alcohol.

Liam Bell sat beside me, blocking the random drinks classmates kept shoving my way.

Liam was the guy who’d approached me in the library.

After I turned him down, he’d kept his word and never crossed any lines.

He just quietly looked out for me a little.

Even with him running interference, I still drank too much.

My dad and my sister could both hold their liquor.

I’d clearly miscalculated my own tolerance.

Two glasses in, and my vision was already swimming.

I didn’t want to make a fool of myself in front of my classmates, so while I still had some wits, I

headed for the restroom.

Liam followed me a few steps, asking if I was okay.

I waved him off and managed to say, “I’m just washing my hands.”

But the second I stepped into the bathroom, the room spun violently.

I thought I’d just squat down for a bit to sober up.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the bathroom was eerily silent.

That’s why the sudden boom of someone kicking the door open was so jarring.

The noise jolted me awake.

I realized I’d fallen asleep, curled up in the corner of a stall.