He Fell For My Sister From A Class Photo Chapter 01

He Fell For My Sister From A Class Photo Chapter 01

My online boyfriend was way too clingy.

He couldn’t go three messages without pestering me to meet up in real life.

He wore me down until I couldn’t say no anymore.

So I sent him a photo.

It was my high school senior class photo.

[I’m in this photo. If you can pick me out at a glance, I’ll meet you in person.]

Thirty seconds later, he sent it back.

A red heart, drawn clumsily in a photo editor, circling the girl right in the middle.

[That’s you, right?]

My heart plummeted straight to my stomach. He circled my sister.

It was always her. The second she stepped into a room, all eyes locked on her and never drifted away.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn’t give him a second chance.

I blocked him right there on the spot. Two years of nonstop chatting, day in and day out—all of it gone with one tap of the block button.

Later, freshman move-in day at Crestwood University.

I was dragging two suitcases and a duffel bag, sweating through my shirt, trudging behind my older sister, Vivienne.

She glided through the Main Gate in heels like she was walking a runway.

I was just trying not to trip.

But a sharp, handsome troublemaker cut her off at the gate, arm outstretched to block her way.

He was tall, with a sharp jawline and dark hair.

A sapphire blue Lamborghini idled behind him.

He blocked Vivienne’s path and stared down at her, cold as ice.

“We need to talk,” he said. “About why you ghosted me.”

…

Vivienne barely glanced at him.

“Who are you?”

He let out a short, mean laugh.

“So you’re gonna play dumb now that I’ve tracked you down?”

I knew the look on her face. I knew that look all too well.

With her face, guys had been hitting on her nonstop since we were kids. This was nothing new.

“Is this some new pickup line?” she asked flatly. “Sorry. I have a boyfriend.”

The guy’s expression flickered.

Then Vivienne stepped around him like he was a piece of furniture.

She threw a look back at me. “Hurry up, what are you staring at?”

I scrambled to grab my luggage and hurry after her.

The noise must have caught his attention. The frozen guy glanced over on instinct.

For half a second, I held my breath.

But his gaze slid right past me like I was just background noise, before snapping back to my sister.

Vivienne had already walked far away.

He stayed rooted to the spot, staring fixedly at her back as she walked away.

By the second day of classes, my sister’s face had already taken the campus forum by storm.

Rivaling her fame was the boy who had stopped us at the school gate that day.

Only then did I learn his name was Ethan Sterling.

His family ran the city’s largest conglomerate, the Sterling Group.

No wonder he could so brazenly park his car right at the school’s main entrance yesterday.

His style had always been overbearing.

I couldn’t stop thinking about how I’d met the guy I’d been seeing online.

It all started in a comment section.

He and I got into an argument over a certain question.

That day we traded over a hundred comments back and forth, until even the OP stepped in to break up our fight.

Then we added each other’s Instagram.

We went on arguing in private messages for two more days, until he was the first to ask:

[Aren’t you tired?]

I said: [Apologize, and I can forgive you.]

After I sent that message, our barely cooled argument blew up all over again.

It all started from an uncompromising quarrel.