Romances de InfantaNoir

Lila’s POVRyan Keller stood behind me, smiling.Not smiling at someone behind me like the last time I almost made a fool of myself. He was literally smiling at me.For one horrifying second, my brain stopped functioning completely. Every intelligent thought I had, I packed a suitcase and left the building.“Uh…you okay?” Ryan’s voice cut through the haze of my thoughts instantly.Was I okay?No. Absolutely not.I was seconds away from fainting in the hallway and becoming a perfect example of what happens to girls with unresolved crushes.“Yes!” I blurted far too loudly.The way I said it was so loud that several students passing nearby turned to look at me. I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole.“I mean—yes, I’m okay. Fine. Very fine. Extremely normal.”Why the hell are you speaking like a malfunctioning robot, Lila?Ryan blinked once, then let out a soft laugh, and somehow that made everything much worse. Because Ryan Keller's laugh was unfairly attractive.Shit!Control

Lila’s POV“You’re being dramatic.”“No, I’m not!” I snapped, glaring across the cafeteria table at Sophie while nearly choking on my juice. “There’s a difference.”Sophie rolled her eyes so hard I was surprised they didn’t fall out. Sophie had been my best friend since freshman year, which meant she considered it her life’s duty to insult me when necessary.“All I’m hearing,” she shot back, stealing fries from my tray like the criminal she was, “is that the hottest guy in Crestwood just asked for your help, offered you money, apologized, and even promised to help you get Ryan Keller.”“He is not the hottest guy in Crestwood.”“Right. That title belongs to the man you’ve built a private shrine for.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied quickly, turning my face the other way to avoid where Sophie was getting at.“You almost cried yourself sick because Ryan asked another girl to the annual Crestwood Ballroom Dance.”“That’s a freaking lie.”“Really?” She hissed, her eyes

Cole’s POVOf all the humiliating ways I imagined this semester could go, standing in a crowded hallway asking Lila Thompson for help had never made the list.Yet here I was.And worse?She was staring at me as I had just confessed to eating drywall for fun.“You,” she repeated, blinking at me, “want me to tutor you?”I gritted my teeth. “Yes.”The word tasted like poison as it rolled off my tongue. Around us, students kept moving through the hallway, but I could feel a few of them slowing down, sensing drama. Crestwood students could smell tension like sharks smelled blood.Lila crossed her arms, clearly enjoying her moment of relevance—for now.“No.”I exhaled once through my nose. “Thought we already covered that part.”“Good. Then we’re done.”She tried to step around me, but I moved in front of her again.“What is your fucking problem, Cole? Move!”“No.”“Move.”“No.”Lila let out an annoyed breath, irritation clearly evident across her face. “Do you know how exhausting you are?”

Lila’s POVThere should be laws against boys like Ryan Keller.Real laws.The kind stamped by judges, and enforced by police officers with handcuffs.Because no one should be allowed to look this damn handsome at eight-thirty on a Monday morning.It was unnatural.Probably illegal in several countries.I stood near the front steps of Crestwood College with my backpack hanging off one shoulder, pretending to check my phone while shamelessly admiring Ryan across the courtyard.He leaned against the stone fountain with two of his teammates, the sunlight catching in his brown hair as if it personally adored him. His white shirt sleeves were rolled to his forearms, his tie loosened just enough to look like he had already made someone lose control.And by someone, I meant me.The sound of his laughter shattered through my thoughts. He had laughed at something one of his teammates said. Seriously, what was so funny?Tell me the joke too!He ran a hand through his hair, and for a second, I f