Chapter 3

My mom and Ethan’s mom, Sarah, had been best friends since college.

When they got pregnant, they made a pact. If they had kids of the same gender, they’d be best friends. If they had a boy and a girl, they’d arrange for them to end up together.

So, Ethan and I grew up together. We were attached at the hip because of our moms.

Later, when our families got richer, we bought houses right across the street from each other.

In our moms' eyes, we were practically engaged. Obviously, living closer was better.

Ethan was incredibly handsome. He had big eyes, long eyelashes, and pale skin. Sometimes, he looked prettier than I did.

Honestly, even without our moms pushing us, I had fallen for him anyway.

Ever since kindergarten, I had told my mom that I was going to marry Ethan when I grew up.

I told her, "He’s so pretty. Our babies are going to be gorgeous."

My mom just laughed and called me shameless.

I also told Ethan, "I’m going to marry you when we grow up."

Ethan had just patted my head. "Sure. But you better keep up with me. Don't get left behind."

So, starting in elementary school, I spent my life chasing after him.

But the older we got, the more I realized how unfair life was. Why did Ethan get to sleep in class, play video games all night, and still rank first in the state?

Meanwhile, I had to pay 100% attention in class, go to prep school after hours, and study until midnight just to barely keep up with his pace.

I worked hard for over ten years, waiting for our senior year.

I thought if I pushed myself for one more year, we’d go to the same Ivy League university, and eventually, we’d get married.

But then, senior year started, Skylar transferred to our school, and everything changed.