He Fell For My Sister From A Class Photo Chapter 06

He Fell For My Sister From A Class Photo Chapter 06

After that day, I started deliberately steering clear of anything related to do with Vivienne and

Ethan.

Whenever anyone tried to pry about them, I’d turn and walk the other way without a word.

So before Orientation even ended, rumors that I was cold and unapproachable had already spread

all through the School of Engineering.

There weren’t many girls in our department to begin with.

They all thought I was too weird and didn’t want to hang out with me.

Once again, I became a loner.

But that was how I’d always gotten through school.

I was fine with it.

When classes started, I often sat alone in the corner of the lecture hall.

Ethan was the most talked-about freshman in the School of Engineering.

So I didn’t need to pay attention to know his attendance was spotty.

Showing up late, leaving early-it was normal for him.

He treated rules like they didn’t exist.

He had the privilege to do that.

It wasn’t just college, either. Back in high school, he’d ranted to me over text all the time about how much he hated mandatory study hall.

He’d skip out on them all the time, no heads-up to anyone.

He said his dad had donated an entire building plus lab equipment just to stop the school from kicking him out.

But his current tardiness wasn’t because he hated class.

I overheard guys in the front row snickering. “Ethan’s probably off with his girlfriend again. You think he understands a word in those Art Department lectures?”

Someone laughed and chimed in, “Listening to the lecture ain’t exactly his goal.”

Ethan and my sister were deep in their honeymoon phase.

But when my sister talked to me about the relationship privately, it was clear things weren’t going

well.

She said Ethan kept asking her weird questions.

“He’s convinced I have a secret burner account,” my sister frowned, clearly fed up.

“We have zero common interests. I’ve never even heard of the bands he likes or the games he plays.

He keeps badgering me about it, I snap at him, and then he gets all moody and quiet.”

My sister said, “Now when we meet up, we barely even talk.”

On my way back to the dorm that evening, I passed the basketball courts and spotted Ethan completely by chance.

My sister was off on a field sketching trip with her art professor.

This time, Ethan hadn’t gone with her.

It was sweltering, so the outdoor courts were almost empty.

A handful of guys were hanging around him on the court.

But he was stone-faced, playing rough and taking every shot himself-like he was taking all his

frustration out on the ball.

The ball slammed against the pavement.

The other guys didn’t dare say a word.

I stood by the fence and watched him for half a minute before turning and walking away.

That night, for the first time in two months, I logged back into the burner account I hadn’t touched since blocking Ethan.

I’d created it just to add him.

With him blocked, my inbox was dead silent.

But the friend request notification at the bottom showed 99+.

I tapped in.

Over those two months, Ethan had been spamming me with requests from different accounts.

I scrolled through them.

At first, right after I blocked him, he was confused.

He kept swapping accounts to add me, asking why in the note field.

Then came the anger.

He’d send sharp, angry threats, claiming he had a hundred ways to track me down.

And then, I checked the timestamps.

When college started, when my sister and I enrolled, Ethan had cornered Vivienne on day one.

For over two weeks after that, no new requests came to my burner.

Then, about two weeks ago, he started sending requests again from all new accounts.

But this time, the notes were blank.

Nothing but blank friend requests, no message attached at all.

My finger hovered over the screen, about to exit the page.

Then my phone dinged.

A new request popped up.

It had a pitch-black profile picture and a jumbled, nonsense username.

The note contained only three words.

They held a thread of pure despair.

He wrote: [Where are you?]