Me: “To get to you.”
He went silent, like his brain had short-
circuited. His status flickered between
“typing…” and “NotADog” for several minutes.
Just as I was about to give up and go to sleep,
my phone buzzed. It was Ethan.
Ethan: “Cover my 8 am elective tomorrow.
Sign–in sheet in Room 203.”
He always bossed me around, like he assumed
I’d always be there for him.
I had the same 8 am elective as Sarah. Or
rather, she had it with Ethan. She’d been
watching me like a hawk when I registered for
classes.
“Amy, did you talk to Riley last night?” she
asked, her eyes scanning my face.
“Too bad he never posts selfies. I wonder what
he looks like. Probably like that guy,” she said,
pointing randomly at some guy across the
room. Then she turned to me and chuckled.
“You two would be a good match.”
Just then, a voice spoke up beside me. “Excuse
could you scoot over?”
Sarah glanced up, annoyed, but her eyes
widened when she saw who it was. He was tall
and imposing, with sharp, intense features and
a “don’t mess with me” vibe. There were plenty
of empty seats, but Sarah still moved over to
make room for him.
She leaned across me to talk to him. “Are you
in this class too?”
“Yeah.” His reply was curt. He glanced at me,
holding my gaze for a moment.
“What’s your name?” Sarah asked.
“The guy you called ugly,” he said, his voice
smooth and indifferent. “Riley Foster.”
Sarah’s mouth dropped open. She quickly
gathered her things and moved several rows
forward, away from him.
10:25
