He Fell For My Sister From A Class Photo Chapter 08

He Fell For My Sister From A Class Photo Chapter 08

But from that day on, I started seeing Ethan everywhere.

Before, he was barely ever around.

Now he had perfect attendance.

He’d show up right as class started and take the seat next to me in the back row.

He showed up at every department event, too.

At first, I thought it was a coincidence-we were in the same college, after all.

But the third time we got put in the same group for a project, it slowly dawned on me that

something was off.

By then, my sister had returned from her sketching trip.

Two nights earlier, she’d asked me to grab dinner and told me she and Ethan had broken up.

“It was mutual,” Vivienne said, completely indifferent. “Getting bored of him.”

She said Ethan had agreed way too easily.

Now, I turned my head to look at Ethan sitting beside me.

It was early autumn, and he was wearing nothing but a simple black t-shirt.

His elbow was propped on the desk, his chin resting in his hand as he watched me.

The second our eyes met, he casually averted his gaze.

His attempt to play it off was clumsy, impossible to miss.

I had to say something. “…You and my sister broke up?”

Maybe he didn’t expect me to talk to him.

Ethan tensed for a split second.

Then he relaxed, leaning back against his chair.

He bounced one outstretched leg lightly and quietly confirmed it.

I asked, “So are you trying to cozy up to me now, to use me to get closer to my sister?”

As soon as I said it, Ethan’s smile slowly died.

With his sharp, cold features, his expressionless face was honestly intimidating.

He stared at me for two solid seconds.

“No,” he said, clear and firm.

He looked at me. “If I really wanted to chase someone, I wouldn’t need anyone’s help.”

After that, it was like he couldn’t hold back his temper anymore.

He turned his face away, his mood icing over.

In the light, all I saw was his half-profile.

I’d already looked away when he belatedly tacked on the last part.

He said, “And me and your sister? There’s no chance of that happening again.”

After that, Ethan laid low for a couple of days.

But I could always feel someone’s gaze on me-quiet and intense.

In the library, the stare practically burned into my back.

When I whipped around again, I locked eyes with a stranger behind a computer screen.

Caught staring in the act, his face flushed bright scarlet.

I agreed to talk to him in the stairwell.

He was clean-cut, kind of nerdy, and he stood in front of me nervously adjusting his glasses.

Then he looked up at me. “Eliza Harper-”

He stammered a bit. “I’ve noticed you for a while. I’m sorry for staring. I just… I really want to ask

you out, but I never found the right moment.”

In eighteen years,

this was the first time someone had expressed interest in me face-to-face.

I didn’t feel excited or nervous.

Just curious.

I looked at him and asked, “Why?”

I said, “I don’t even know you.”

Maybe thanks to my parents’ strong genes, I had a decent face-some people had even called me

pretty.

But I was so awkward and stuck in my own head.

I was timid and terrible at socializing.

I couldn’t find anything good about myself.

I didn’t get why this guy looked so nervous around me.

But he said, “I think you’re really unique-quiet, with such a calm, nice vibe.”

He looked at me with total seriousness. “I just can’t help wanting to be near you.”

Right as he finished speaking, someone pushed open the stairwell fire door.

It was a guy in all black, tall, with long legs.

He walked past us and-thud-dropped his half-full coffee cup straight into the trash.

Then, stone-faced, he went down two steps and leaned against the windowsill, scrolling through his phone.

It was Ethan.