Chapter 1
That was weird.
Something changed, I just can't explain it exactly.
We've known each other for years. We're not the best of friends, I don't think we're even friends. After all, I'm constantly making fun of him for being that way. I don't bully him...or do I?
But today? I really don't know what's going on. I'm not one of the most special girls here, nor am I that popular. Maybe because I'm one of the best students here, but I'm not spoiled. I like to feel like a bad girl, you know?
My friend (friend with benefits) is quite popular here. I don't even know if I should call him that or something else. We definitely don't date, but we hang out sometimes. He also dates other people, and so do I, but we agreed to call it a friendship with benefits, probably. He's the famous cliché friend, everyone's friend, a good student, not one of the best, but not the worst, handsome, somewhat of a bad boy, but to break the cliché, he's not part of any clubs here, he doesn't play any sports, he sometimes runs, and he's very good at it, but he doesn't intend to make any kind of commitment to the university.
I like him, he's a really good guy, although our relationship won't go beyond that. Above all, we're friends, Brandon and I. We've been together since we started here, the same amount of time I've known Theodore, Theo Delahaye, the nerd who hasn't left my mind since yesterday.
Yesterday, like a normal day, I was in the cafeteria with my wonderful friend/fling, his friends, and my friends, when he walked by. I usually don't even care, but yesterday, something changed...
He wasn't wearing his usual glasses, and his long, dark brown hair was messier than usual. His blue eyes weren't as focused and shy as usual, they were furious, but he was still calm.
His clothes hadn't changed, the same—neither as loose nor as tight as always—but still.
Something had changed.
Something made me suddenly realize that Theo Rafe Delahaye was a Greek god hidden beneath those clothes, those glasses, that shy gaze, that naive demeanor, those constantly flushed faces, that husky voice, that firm walk.
If something made me notice Theo Delahaye's existence, who am I, a mere curious mortal, not to take advantage of it?
