Chapter 4: Unavoidable Encounters

The lecture hall was buzzing with the sounds of students settling in, exchanging greetings, and flipping through their notebooks. I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the room for an empty seat. Thankfully, Favour and Gift had already secured spots near the middle, and I hurried to join them. They left early this morning for their department course. Luckily, we're having a general course together.

"Why do you look like you ran a marathon?" Favour asked, raising an eyebrow as I dropped into the seat beside her.

"Because I practically did," I muttered, massaging my temples as I tried to shake off the lingering fatigue from the morning rush. "This campus is too big."

Gift chuckled. "You'll get used to it. Or you'll suffer. Either way, you'll adapt."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't argue. College was already proving to be an entirely different world, and I was still adjusting to it. The sheer scale of everything from sprawling corridors to cavernous lecture halls made me feel both insignificant and oddly excited.

I pulled out my notebook, determined to lose myself in the lecture, when suddenly I felt a presence settle into the seat beside me. Turning slightly, I froze when I saw him. The same guy I had bumped into the day before. The same guy who had looked at me with that annoying smirk, as if he found me amusing.

He didn't seem to notice my initial reaction, though. Instead, he turned to me with a calm expression and offered a small, almost tentative smile.

"Hey," he said, his voice smooth but quiet enough not to attract attention. "I don't think we got off on the right foot yesterday."

I blinked in surprise. So, he actually remembered? There was something disarming about his tone, a sincere quality that made me pause, even as I tried to keep my guard up.

"I'm Ethan," he continued, extending his hand. "Ethan Williams."

For a brief moment, I considered ignoring him. But that would be rude, and I'd been raised to be polite. So, with minimal enthusiasm, I reached out and gave his hand the quickest shake possible.

"Ava," I said curtly.

Ethan tilted his head slightly, as if studying me. "Ava...?" he repeated, his tone gentle and curious.

I sighed. "Ava Daniels."

"There. That wasn't so hard, was it?" His lips twitched slightly, but he didn't push further. "Nice to officially meet you, Ava."

I simply nodded, hoping he would take the hint that I wasn't interested in small talk.

Before I could settle back into my notes, the professor strode in, commanding everyone's attention as he set up his presentation at the front of the room. The lecture dragged on longer than I expected. It wasn't that the topic was uninteresting the professor was known for his brilliant, if sometimes convoluted, insights but I found myself stealing occasional glances at the guy beside me.

Ethan wasn't like most of the guys I'd encountered so far. He didn't fidget, whisper jokes to his friends, or glance around for distractions. Instead, he remained focused on his notebook, his posture relaxed yet unmistakably attentive.

At one point, when the professor made a reference to an obscure piece of literature that clearly went over most students' heads, I heard Ethan chuckle under his breath. I glanced at him, and he caught my gaze.

"Don't tell me you understood that?" I whispered before I could stop myself, half teasing and half genuinely curious.

Ethan smirked lightly but didn't gloat. "Yeah. It's actually pretty interesting," he replied quietly, his eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and earnestness.

I narrowed my eyes at him before shaking my head. "Nerd," I muttered, even as a reluctant smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

To my surprise, he laughed softly, not at all offended. "That doesn't suit me. I'm not really the nerdy type, but I'll take that as a compliment."

I turned back to my notes, silently vowing that this would be the last time I'd interact with him during class. Yet, as the minutes ticked by, my attention wavered between the lecture and the quiet intrigue that Ethan stirred in me.

By the time the lecture ended, my brain was a tangled mess of half-remembered facts and fleeting glances. I quickly packed my things, eager to escape before Ethan could try to engage me in more conversation.

But, of course, Favour and Gift had other plans.

As I made my way out of the lecture hall, Favour caught up with me, leaning against my shoulder dramatically. "Oh, Ava, why didn't you tell us you made a new friend?"

I groaned. "Remember the guy I told you guys about some days ago? He's the guy. His name is Ethan, and he's not my friend."

"Oh... Then why was he sitting beside you? Why were you two whispering in class?" Gift teased, wagging her brows in an exaggerated fashion.

I shot them a look. "It's a big class. He just happened to sit there. And we weren't whispering."

Favour gasped theatrically, clutching her chest. "Oh, denial. The first sign of..." she began, but I cut her off.

"Don't even finish that sentence," I warned, trying to keep my voice steady despite the swirling mix of irritation and something else I wasn't ready to admit.

Before they could tease me further, I saw Ethan strolling up to where we were standing. I internally groaned—perfect timing, really.

He approached with that same measured calm that seemed to contradict the chaos of our first encounter.

"Hey, Ava," he said with a nod, glancing briefly at my friends. "Hey."

Favour and Gift exchanged a look before turning their attention back to him.

"Hi, Ethan, was it?" Favour asked sweetly, her tone laced with curiosity. "Nice to meet you."

Ethan nodded politely. "Nice to meet you too," he replied, offering a courteous smile that seemed to bridge the gap between casual acquaintance and something more.

I sighed, already anticipating the conversation that would follow. "Don't encourage them," I muttered under my breath, though he appeared to catch on without a word, simply offering a small, understanding smile.

"I just wanted to say I'll see you in class next time," he said casually, before turning and walking off, leaving my so-called friends grinning at me like mischievous foxes.

"He's smooth," Gift mused, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"And cute," Favour added with an impish grin.

I groaned. "You two are impossible."

"Oh, come on," Gift nudged me playfully. "You have to admit, he's different."

I crossed my arms, trying to muster some defiance. "Yeah, he's different. But that doesn't mean I'm interested."

Favour smirked, her tone teasing. "Yet."

I rolled my eyes. "Let's just go get food before I decide to find new roommates."

As we walked toward the cafeteria, I tried to convince myself that Ethan was just another student just someone I happened to run into in class. But as the chatter of our friends and the clatter of campus life swirled around me, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more simmering beneath the surface. Deep down, a part of me knew this wasn't the last time our paths would cross.

The walk to the cafeteria was a blur of familiar campus sights. I noticed how the morning light danced across the dewy grass and how the chatter of passing students created a sort of background melody.

Inside the cafeteria, the noise level was a stark contrast to the hushed calm of the lecture hall. Students crowded around tables, laughing and sharing stories, while trays clattered and voices overlapped in a cacophony of welcome chaos.

I joined Favour and Gift at a long table near the window, where the sunlight poured in, warming our faces. We chatted about classes, upcoming assignments, and the ever-looming pressure of college life. But even as we joked and laughed, I couldn't help but think about Ethan's quiet, calm presence.

There was something about the way he carried himself, a subtle confidence mixed with a genuine warmth that made it hard to completely dismiss the possibility of something more.

During a lull in our conversation, Gift leaned over conspiratorially. "So, Ava, you really don't like him, do you? I mean, he's smart, funny, and did you see that smile?" She grinned mischievously, clearly relishing the prospect of teasing me further.

I scowled playfully, trying to maintain my stubborn resolve. "He's just another guy, alright? I'm not about to let a charming stranger ruin my perfectly scheduled life."

Favour laughed, shaking her head. "You might say that now, but I have a feeling he'll be in your thoughts more than you'd like to admit."

I shrugged, determined not to give in. "Maybe. But for now, let's focus on surviving midterms and not on dreamy boy drama."

We returned to our food and conversation, but even as I forced myself to concentrate on the present, my mind kept drifting back to the image of Ethan's calm smile and those warm, steady eyes. I couldn't decide if it was his quiet humor, his effortless style, or just the way he seemed to understand me without saying much that made my heart flutter.

I chastised myself for the distraction, knowing I had enough to worry about with college life already.