Bonnie let out a slow, quiet sigh, her thoughts drifting back to the stunning girl walking shoulder-to-shoulder with Lawrence. The image made her chest tighten with a miserable, frustrating ache.
She felt utterly stupid. She had spent two grueling years holding onto a desperate, quiet hope, and it turned out to be nothing but a pathetic joke.
Her grand, secret romance was dead before it even reached the starting line.
Everything tasted like ash. As Helen finished off her soup, Bonnie pulled her phone out of her pocket and noticed a bright red notification bubble hovering over WhatsApp.
She didn't think much of it. Over the past few days, her friend requests had been blowing up. Between the massive class group chats, the architecture department forums, and the freshman networking pages, God knows how many random guys had scraped her number to hit on her.
She had ignored every single one of them.
She tapped the icon, fully intending to hit 'Delete All', but the moment the screen loaded, her thumb froze in mid-air. Staring back at her was that unmistakable black profile picture and the letter 'L'.
Lawrence.
While Bonnie sat paralyzed, locked in a brutal internal debate, Helen wiped her mouth and announced she was ready to head back to the dorm. Startled, Bonnie locked her phone, shoved it back into her pocket, and grabbed her tray.
Her mind was spinning out of control. Should she accept it?
If Lawrence only added her because they randomly bumped into each other, just to play the role of the polite upperclassman, accepting it would only rip her heart open wider.
But a tiny, relentless voice whispered in the back of her head: *What if the girl wasn't his girlfriend?*
*What if he tracked down her profile just to explain himself?*
Her stomach was in violently twisted knots. She trudged out of the dining hall, utterly miserable. But the exact second her boot hit the bottom step, her eyes snapped up and collided straight with Lawrence's.
He was standing perfectly still on the sidewalk, waiting for her.
The moment he saw her emerge, he immediately closed the distance between them.
Panic seized Bonnie's throat. She snapped her gaze straight ahead, plastering on an icy scowl, and tried to speed-walk right past him. Watching her aggressive avoidance, Lawrence couldn't help but let out a low, amused breath. It looked exactly like she was throwing a temper tantrum specifically for him.


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