She Stole My Comic Ending And My Crush Chapter 07

She Stole My Comic Ending And My Crush Chapter 07

I stared at him. “You knew who I was?”

Adrian smiled, and the late-afternoon light turned gold in his eyes.

“During the first freshman-calculus lecture, the teaching assistant put an opening-day challenge problem

on the board.

“You were the only person in the room who solved it before class ended.”

“I thought everyone in the department knew you after that.”

I had never imagined that, somewhere outside my awareness, his attention had once settled on me.

“We took freshman calculus together?”

Adrian gave me a helpless look and pointed to the man beside him. It was Theo Brooks, one of my

classmates.

“Theo never woke up for morning lectures,” Adrian explained. “My section met in the afternoon, so I occasionally took his seat.

“You could probably guess the rest.”

Theo rubbed the back of his neck. “The professor caught me by the third week.”

“That explained it.”

Adrian held up my draft. “So, did you solve this?

“I had been working on it for days, and I still couldn’t get past…

“What were you doing?” a sharp voice demanded behind him.

I did not turn around.

Adrian stopped and handed back the page. “Sorry.

–

“My girlfriend was here, and I thought she might have misunderstood.”

Brielle hurried toward us as if the building were on fire.

Theo raised both hands. “I was a witness.

“Adrian hadn’t said one unnecessary word to another woman all day. He was only helping me clean up the mess I made.”

Brielle examined our faces, then wrapped both hands around Adrian’s arm.

“We should go eat. Come on.”-

She pulled him down the hall. Adrian looked back and gave me an apologetic nod.

Then he took a chocolate har from his pocket and offered it to Brielle. “Eat this before your blood sugar drops again.”

Theo lingered long enough to say, “Don’t take it personally. He spoiled the people he cared about.”

Then he ran after them.

Through the open doors, I heard Adrian’s indulgent voice.

“If you got this jealous while dating me, what would you have done if we weren’t together?”

I left through the staircase on the opposite side of the building.

Years ago, during one of our high-school conversations, Adrian told me he hated chocolate even though it was the gift people gave him most often.

I admitted that I had never tasted it.

He went silent for a long time.

Then he sent me a photograph of several chocolates with their wrappers opened, each one labeled with

notes about its flavor and texture.

Adrian: [I tasted all of them for you. You should still try some yourself one day.

You might think they’re good.]

So, was chocolate good?

My phone chimed as I reached the ground floor.

Brielle: [I was begging you to have some dignity. Stop finding excuses to get close to him.]

The noon sun hit me full in the face. I squeezed my eyes shut.

Then I blocked her account and deleted the contact before stepping into the light.

Adrian, if loving someone made you love everything connected to them, was rejecting everything associated with them simply the inverse of the same logical proposition?